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Helmets offer security

A few years ago, my wife's cousin had a serious accident. While riding her bicycle, she fell off the bike and landed on her head.  I should mention she wasn't wearing a helmet.  The result fall put her in a coma, and she stayed hospitalized for three weeks.  It was a scary time. It also woke me up the importance of helmets.  I'll admit.  I never wore a helmet while riding a bike.  My daughter will.  I simply don't want to take the risk of a serious brain injury that could be easily prevented by a helmet. In the same respect, I got my first chance to ride a four-wheeler a few years ago.  I wouldn't go unless they had a helmet for me to wear.  When my dad used to ride a motorcycle, I only had one request:  That he wear a helmet when he rides.  (Kentucky doesn't require you to wear a helmet by law.)  I didn't want my dad becoming a victim or a vegetable because he didn't wear a helmet. Helmets serve important functions.  They protect our head (and

Exercising caution against temptation

I have to confess.  I've finally done it.  I've joined the exercise craze. Two weeks ago, my wife and I purchased a YMCA family pass that allows us to work out and have access to a personal wellness coach.  We chose it because the YMCA provides babysitting, so we can work out together and lose weight. It's a dual function.  We get to hang out and spend time together.  At the same time, we can lose weight and get healthier.  It seemed like a win-win situation. Everything went great until the wellness coach walked away to help my wife.  A little voice in my head told me it was OK to slack up.  "You don't really have to do 12 of these," it said.  "She'll never know." I have to confess again.  On at least one machine, I listened to that voice.  I didn't do the full number required.  I was too pooped and it was too hard. Temptation comes in all forms, shapes and sizes.  A piece of moist, rich, chocolate cake in front of dieter.  An easil

Give peace a chance

The telephone in my kitchen rang.  I saw the caller ID:  Campbellsville, Ky.  I knew what it was.  I had applied and interviewed for a reporter position at a local newspaper in Campbellsville.  I was a wet-behind-the-ears college graduate, who took the summer off to participate in summer missions and now eagerly hit the pavement seeking gainful employment. I had never lived away from home.  I even lived at home while I went to college.  The summer hiring period had come and gone while I served Jesus in Florida.  The specter of returning to my retail job at the mall loomed larger as weeks went by with no prospects.  Seeing a job in Campbellsville, I sent a resume, scheduled an interview and scouted the town (though I was too young and inexperienced to know what to look for in a new town.)  It went well, and now, a week later, the phone rang. I answered it and sure enough, it was a job offer.  I got nervous and excited and anxious at the same time.  What if it wasn't the righ

Your heart is vital

Last year, I had a heart scare. I had spent the previous day weed eating and mowing grass, and I had trouble sleeping that night.  My chest felt as if someone was sitting on it.  The next day, the pain remained, but now I got winded walking up and down stairs. After dealing with it all day long, Sara, my wife, decided it was time for me to go to the emergency room.  I had, she said, all the signs of a heart attack. So we eschewed Wednesday night youth (and my bus run) to spend the evening in ER.  The doctors and nurses hooked me up to various machines, drew blood, ran tests and took chest X-rays.  After several hours in the hospital, the doctor finally came in with a diagnosis.  I didn't have a heart attack.  In fact, my heart looked to be in great shape. As it turns out, the weed eating part of the story is the most important.  While using the weed eater, I apparently pulled my chest muscle.  That's what caused the intense pain in my chest.  On top of that, the pulled

To Tell the Truth

People lie to get ahead all the time.  John Edwards lied about the mistress he had on the campaign trail.  Now, he's facing a criminal trial. Pete Rose lied to the commissioner of baseball, as well as millions of fans, saying he never bet on baseball.  The Commissioner at the time, Bart Giamatti, wanted to resolve it quietly, perhaps just suspending him for a year, but Rose denied his involvement.  He is now banned from baseball for life, including induction the professional baseball hall of fame. Richard Nixon, the President of the United States, lied about his involvement with the Watergate break-in and cover-up.  Eventually, he resigned in disgrace, having been the only President in United State's history to resign from the office. All of these people were caught in their lies.  Their lies entrapped them.  The loose ends of their false stories tripped them up and became their undoing. Lies leave loose ends.  Someone knows the truth.  Some document tells a different