A Stroke of Luck… Can Go Both Ways

Dear Reader:

The Dalai Lama says it best: ” Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.”

Take a moment and remember when this exact scenario played out for you… and then the moment ( later) when you realized how fortunate you were …at what first appeared as a crushing disappointment.

One example for me was when we moved from Fayetteville NC to Laurens. SC. I didn’t want to move… I had friends and two cousins my age who were like sisters… my babysitter love for little Gregory. I already had decided I wanted to go to UNC to college… didn’t want any part of it.

Eight years later… at my Erskine college graduation, as I looked around at my classmates, especially the Ya’s … I knew then that the detour that lead me to a small liberal arts college in an even smaller SC southern town ( Due West) was a place I was supposed to land… it was the birthplace of my rebirth ..evolving into the person I was supposed to become.

Again our little mustard seed returns with the importance of faith… the faith that one day will take us home. Honey responded to yesterday’s post…adding that mustard also is good for leg cramps. When she got married she was given a mustard seed to wear in her shoe on her wedding day for good luck in her marriage and it sure did work! Honey also has a bumper sticker on her car that reads: ” Do All Things With Great Love.” ( And that is exactly what Honey has done all her life.” )

So until tomorrow… If you are too busy to laugh… you are too busy!

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

A big shout-out to my oldest grandson, Rutledge who turns nine today!!!He and his family are having a Carowinds/ Charlotte Lacrosse weekend with Father’s Day … putting dad right in the center of family life! …perfect timing!

Rutledge ” goes” to Ireland
Always 18 for Dad
Wearing Dad’s Shrine Bowl jacket
Happy Father’s Day
Sweet ” Rainbow Bridge” Poogie guarding Rutledge’s crib-was such a sweet dog!
My second hibiscus plant by the fence -first bloom -gorgeous!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to A Stroke of Luck… Can Go Both Ways

  1. Honey Burrell says:

    Can’t believe little “Rut Rut” is turning 9! What an amazing little guy in so many ways! Walsh and Mollie have a beautiful family! Happy Father’s Day Walsh! You are a great Dad for sure. Love to all🥰

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  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    Happy Birthday to Rutledge. I am trying again to get the blog sent to my gmail account…hope it works…have missed it. I left a voice message for you today…dropped by for a visit.

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