It was a nice, warm, early evening in February 1978 when I touched down at the Tampa Airport, got my rental car, drove out to Clearwater Beach and checked into The Hilton Resort. Although this twenty-eight-year-old, up and coming HR Manager needed to prepare for the following morning when I would conduct training for two of…
I was having lunch earlier this year with Steve Robinson, a new friend who was head of FCA in the Nashville area for 40 years or so, and he asked me to share with him my Faith Story. I did. Then he asked me if I had shared it with my grandchildren. I told him I had not. “Why not…
I’m actually a pretty emotional guy…inside. Outward expression…not so much. Maybe that’s why I have never been a big fan of what some might call 7-11 praise and worship songs in church. You know, those songs that have about seven words that are sung repeatedly about eleven times. They have always seemed to me to…
At the branch of Regions Bank on Mallory Lane, where I do much of my banking, there was a new teller who helped me last week. As I finished my transaction, he ended our conversation with “Have a blessed day.” Not the usual ending to my trips to Regions Bank. The following morning, as I paid my check…
At the branch of Regions Bank on Mallory Lane, where I do much of my banking, there was a new teller who helped me last week. As I finished my transaction, he ended our conversation with “Have a blessed day.” Not the usual ending to my trips to Regions Bank. The following morning, as I paid my check…