The root of all evil is money.
Yes, money is the root of all evil. It is the motivating factor behind most crimes. It is what people fight and kill for. It is what drives people to commit horrible acts.
But money is also what makes the world go round. It is what allows us to buy the things we need and want. It is what allows businesses to function. Money is what keeps the wheels of the world turning.
So, yes, money is the root of all evil. But without it, the world would be a very different place.
The Way Home
The first time I ever saw her, she was standing in the middle of the street, screaming. It was the middle of the night and there was nobody else around. I approached her cautiously, not knowing what to expect.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I can’t find my way home!” she sobbed.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to leave her there alone, but I didn’t know how to help her.
“Maybe I can help you,” I said. “What’s your address?”
She told me and I recognized the street name. I had lived in that neighborhood for years.
“I know where that is,” I said. “Come with me and I’ll take you there.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded and took my hand. I led her back to my place and helped her to find her way home.
After that, I started to see her around more often. We would sometimes wave to each other from a distance, but we never spoke again. I never found out her name, but I like to think of her as my guardian angel.
The cars and trucks passing by the gated warehouse never bothered to stop and see what was inside. They would just honk their horns and keep on going. But one day, a curious young boy on his way to school stopped to see what was inside the warehouse. He climbed over the gate and took a look around.
Inside, he saw rows and rows of cars and trucks of all different shapes and sizes. Some were old and rusty, while others looked brand new. He even saw a few cars that he had never seen before. The young boy was fascinated by all of the cars and trucks and spent the whole day exploring the warehouse.
The wind is blowing, and it’s blowing hard. It’s been blowing for days, and it doesn’t show any signs of stopping. The trees are swaying, the branches are creaking, and the leaves are rustling. The wind is howling, and it’s making a mess of everything.
The power is out, and the phones are down. The roads are closed, and the schools are closed. The stores are closed, and the restaurants are closed. There’s no food, and there’s no water. The only thing that’s working is the wind.
The wind is blowing, and it’s blowing us all away.
It was a dark and stormy night. Phillip had been walking home from the library, where he had been studying for his upcoming third grade finals. He had been walking for what felt like hours, and he was getting tired. He had lost track of where he was, and he was starting to get scared.
Suddenly, Phillip heard a noise. It sounded like someone was crying. He followed the noise, and it led him to a small girl huddled under a tree. She was crying and shaking, and she looked scared.
Phillip asked the girl what was wrong. She said that she was lost, and she didn’t know how to get home. Phillip told her that he would help her find her way home. He took her hand, and they started to walk.
It was a long walk, but eventually they made it to the girl’s house. Her mom was so happy to see her, and she thanked Phillip for his help. Phillip was glad he could help, and he went home feeling good about himself.
As the old saying goes, “In like a lamb, out like a lion.” This could not be more true for the month of March.
March comes in like a lamb, with mild weather and the promise of spring just around the corner. But it can also go out like a lion, with cold snaps and even snow still possible in some parts of the country.
This year, March started out more like a lion than a lamb. A “bomb cyclone” brought heavy snow and strong winds to the Northeast, while much of the country dealt with below-normal temperatures.
But as we move closer to the end of the month, things are starting to look up. Warmer weather is on the way, and it looks like we may finally get that long-awaited taste of spring.
So whatever the weather may bring, enjoy the month of March. And if you happen to see a lamb or a lion, make sure to say hello!
Marching to the beat of their own drums, the students of Birchwood High School were always a little bit different. But on this day, they were marching for something more. They were marching for change.
With each step, they chanted louder and louder, their voices carrying across the town. They were done being silent. They were done being pushed around. It was time for things to change.
The march went on for hours, but the students didn’t mind. They knew that this was only the beginning. Change was coming, and they were going to be the ones leading the way.
Mrs. Nguyen was a widow who ran a small trade business out of her home. She traded goods with her neighbors, and sometimes with people who lived in other villages. Her business was doing well, and she was able to support herself and her two children.
One day, a man from a nearby village came to Mrs. Nguyen’s home and offered to trade with her. He had some goods that she needed, and she had some that he needed. They made the trade, and both were happy with the results.
Later that day, Mrs. Nguyen’s daughter came home from school and saw the man’s goods. She was curious about them, and asked her mother if she could trade with him. Mrs. Nguyen agreed, and her daughter traded some of her own goods for some of the man’s.
The next day, when the man came back to Mrs. Nguyen’s home to trade again, he was very impressed with her daughter’s bargaining skills. He offered to trade with her exclusively, and Mrs. Nguyen agreed.
From then on, Mrs. Nguyen’s daughter became her business partner, and they continued to trade together for many years.