The folks sheltered in the New Orleans Superdome are probably thinking the exact opposite right now: When will the rain and wind ever end?
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This week's American Profile, the newspaper magazine inserted into the weekend edition of the local newspaper, had a feature article entitled "Why Grandparents are Grand." One story particularly touched my heart.
The story was from Teddi Bevan of Toole, Utah, granddaughter of Thurman Shields. The following is the story as told by Teddi.
When I was 17 years old, I was anxiously awaiting my senior prom. One week before the dance, my boyfriend broke up with me. I soon received a call from my grandfather. He asked me if he could take me to the prom. Tears rolled down my face as I gladly accepted. My grandpa personally escorted me to the dance, and in his own gentle way, helped me heal the pain of my broken heart.
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Finally, college football season begins this week. Mandy and I are getting close to settling in on our "adopted" college teams. I think Mandy has her mind made up and, as usual, it has nothing to do with athletic skill, ability or potential. In her typical way, Mandy has made her choice based on the color of the team's uniforms.
I'm still weighing with a strong lean. I'll keep you hanging until Friday. Again, I'll still take your recommendations and suggestions until I make my final call on Friday.
