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Fish Out of Water!

February 24, 2013 13 comments


Caution: Some of the images contained in this post may be considered disturbing.

Ever find yourself in a situation where you feel like a “fish out of water?”

Ever wake up in the morning to find your fish – out – of- water?

As a mother, my nature is to nurture. Once you have a child and start taking care of it, something happens within you and you start taking care of EVERYTHING that comes into your life or crosses your path; extended family members, friends, other people’s kids, pets and plants included. You can’t help it. Unfortunately for me, while taking care of my children and other human beings has always come easily & naturally, the taking care of plants and animals, not-so-much. Last winter however, when we moved into our new place, a neighbor welcomed us with a beautiful poinsettia plant that regardless of any amount of neglect I seamlessly bestowed upon it, it not only thrived but has managed to survive, to this very day. It’s even budding new red leaves.


plant 001

So, when my daughter won two gold-fish at the County Fair last August, thrilled with both her achievement and the notion of finally having a pet, I had hope and thought, why not? Maybe like the rest of my life, I’m headed in a different direction here. We’ll give it a try and see what happens I told her. Being reasonably skeptical however, we hesitated to name them, referring to them only as “Fish 1” and “Fish 2” (just-in-case ) and never quite knowing exactly which fish was which. Not surprisingly, about a month later we woke up to find a pair of floaters in the fishbowl. As I set about the business of transferring Fish 1 and Fish 2 to their final flushing resting bowl, I caught a faint fin-wiggle out of the corner of my eye. Upon closer examination I could see Fish 1 was actually still alive! Sure enough, after being put into a small holding tank and fed, he began to perk up and swim again.

Interesting. I thought.

Fish 008

Sometime in December however, again, I woke to find a barely breathing “Fish” (which is what we were now lovingly referring to him as),  struggling to stay alive. Oddly, again, I put him in our small holding tank, fed him and voila! He was back to his perky self in no time and carefully transferred back into his fishbowl.

If cats have nine lives, how many lives do fish have?

Strange. I thought.

Alas, a few weeks ago, I woke to find an empty fish bowl. Gone, he was. Indeed, Fish, it turned out was out of water! Seriously, sometime during the night, Fish had somehow jumped out of his fishbowl and landed in the kitchen sink! (I know, EW!)

True story. And dead he was. Truly.

Or  so  I  thought.

I left Fish in the sink. This was something I thought Hannah had to see for herself. A few hours later, when she got up and after delivering the sad news, in ceremonious fashion, I awkwardly scooped up Fish in his little net and quickly tossed him into the big bowl that would ultimately carry him to fish-heaven, if you will.

Is there anything you want to say before we flush him Hannah? I asked.

She is after all, such a dramatic sensitive child.

She nodded negatively, peered into the big bowl, put her hand on the lever and SCREAMED…

Mom! Quick! Get the food I think he’s still alive!

Disturbing Image #1 ~ Fish & food in the big bowl.

Disturbing Image #1 ~ Fish & food in the big bowl.

Instead of full-on-mouth-to-mouth, I did what she recommended and sprinkled some food into the bowl. Why? I have no idea but she was right and there was movement. You could see the ever-so-slightly wiggle (again) of our Fish’s fin and his teeny, tiny black eyes peering up from the big bowl.

Indeed, Fish was alive! Again.

Disturbing image #2 ~ Indeed, Fish is alive.

Disturbing Image #2 ~ Indeed, Fish is alive.

For a third time, Fish had been snatched from the jaws of death, quite possibly even the jaws of JAWS,  not to mention a fatal flush. And once again, we placed him into the now, magical holding tank of LIFE”…..

Disturbing Image #3 ~ Putting a net in the toilet. Ugh!

Disturbing Image #3 ~ Putting the net in the toilet to retrieve Fish. Ugh!

….where amazingly, Fish instantly, began to swim! Again.

Good God! I thought, I couldn’t kill this fish if I tried!

Somewhat Disturbing Image #4 ~ Fish alive again!

Somewhat Disturbing Image #4 ~ Fish alive again!

I consider myself  to be more of a spiritual rather than a religious person. Clearly, there is a greater power at work here.

Early on in motherhood, you quickly learn not to question certain things. Count your blessings and be grateful. You take the inexplicable and otherwise bizarre happenings in stride and simply say,

Yep, that seems about right.

Bizarre Image #5 ~ Fish back in his bowl.

Bizarre & Disturbing Image #5 ~ Fish, alive, yet-again and back in his fishbowl.

Good night, Fish.

Yes, I Am A Dren!

July 22, 2012 10 comments

If you have kids, you know, part of their job in life is to go out of their way to baffle, befuddle and bemuse you, any-way-they-can. I know this to be true because (although my kids find this extremely hard to believe) I was a kid once too.

As a parent, it’s our job to stay one-step-ahead of them at-all-times, or at least try to anyway.

For instance, at 11:30pm when I head down to my 13-year old son’s bedroom to make sure the lights are out and Skype-ing is over for the night and I find him lying in bed with eyelids closed but rapidly flickering, I know that although he wants me to believe he is sound asleep, he’s not. I also see that even though the lid to the laptop is down, it’s still on.

I cut him some summer-time, slack though and leave him be. At least the light’s out!

In their effort to confound and confuse parents, kids often make up words or sayings; some more easily deciphered than others.

Similar to Rerun’s popular “Hey, hey hey, what’s happening?” phrase from the 1970s TV show of the same name for example, my 11-year old daughter often asks,

What’s the hap, Mama? What’s the hap?

Sometimes they take advantage of my desire to keep my pulse on all-things-current and use pure unadulterated trickery for their own evil childhood pleasure, like when they told me that kids no longer say that something is “cool” anymore. My lovelies informed me that they were now saying:

That’s so throw-up!

A word of caution: Do not use this phrase in a school, especially if you work there. Little kids don’t understand and may think you are saying their artwork looks like throw-up. They may then start to cry. I’m just saying. It could happen.

If you’re hip like me, you are familiar with the Pound It exchange between two or more people. Pound It, as those of us who remain in-touch and one-step-ahead know, is the new high-five.

When my 11-year old daughter witnessed me “Pounding It” with another student at her school one day, she quickly pulled me to the side and in a hushed but urgent tone asked me what exactly it was that I was doing. When I responded, “Pounding It. Why?” She informed me that, that was solast-year and lame. Kids she said, don’t just Pound It anymore, they LICK POUND IT!

Immediately before “Pounding It”, right after you make a fist, you are meant to lick your knuckles, then Pound It.

Gullible? Perhaps.

Three bewildered (and grossed out) kids later, I realized I’d been duped — again.

I love summer for a bagillion reasons but mostly because I get to spend more time with these fun-loving, crafty kids of mine. I also have more time to read, read, read! We’re just about mid-way into our months of recreation and relaxation and to date, I’ve completed the Stieg Larsson Girl With The Dragon Tattoo three-book series and am halfway through The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, all of which have been most satisfying page-turners. I don’t leave the house without my book as you never know when the opportunity to read may arise (like when your sitting in your car on a long line at the Dairy Queen drive -thru) and I often find myself running back into the house exclaiming…

Oh, I forgot my book!

To this my angels equally offer their latest cryptic description of my character for me to decode.

Mom, you are such a DREN!

Indeed, I suspect I am.

Parents be informed — as I am.

D R E N spelled backwards = Me. And maybe you too.

Either way, it’s all good.

Tell me, are you one-step-ahead too?

Photo Credit #1-4 Google Images

Moonrise, Mistakes & March of the Penguins!

July 8, 2012 4 comments

Ever since I took my boy to see March of the Penguins, in 2005, he’s been “scarred” not to mention very skeptical of me when I say,

We’re going to the movies!

March of the Penguins, produced in part by the National Geographic Society is a French documentary film that depicts the yearly journey of the emperor penguins of Antarctica. It follows penguins of breeding age as they leave their natural habitat to participate in a courtship that will hopefully end in the hatching of an egg.

I was excited! My son was seven. My daughter had recently turned five. The three of us went to a matinee showing. Ten minutes after the movie began and both kids realized this was not a cartoon and there were no actors and no speaking parts, other than the soothing voice of Morgan Freeman’s narration, something extraordinary and completely unexpected happened.

     She fell into a deep sleep and he began to cry.

It was one of those parenting moments that creeps up inside your head and blind-sides you, hitting you at the exact moment of no return.

        What, was I thinking? And what was it again that made me think the 7-year old wearing the Spiderman suit would be interested in a documentary about penguins?

As I looked around the crowded theater, it struck me that not only was I the youngest adult (by about forty years)at this movie but there were no other children in the theater. Not one. Now, my daughter was sleeping and my son, with tear-filled eyes, was frantically begging  mouthing the words:

           I don’t like this! Please, I want to go home! Can we leave?

No, I thought in a panic! We can’t leave. Don’t you understand I’m caught between two generations and paralyzed here? Waking a nearly comatose toddler would be like calling in a storm, a very loud and disruptive, disastrous storm! It wouldn’t be fair to all these, well, elderly people that came to see the movie. I couldn’t carry her out either. At five, she was now too heavy for me.

We had to wait it out.

I spent the next 70-minutes dodging my son’s anger and avoiding his pleading glares, hoping my girl would awaken any minute, gently, quietly, happily, so we could sneak out without incident. She didn’t and he’s never forgiven me.

    How could I have been so wrong? I thought for sure, he would love this movie.

He hated it.

He’s thirteen now & seven years later, history repeats itself — or some people never learn.   I’m a repeat offender. Well, kind of.

This week I announced, “We’re going to the movies!”, the three of us, again, with my mom. He of course was skeptical and rightfully, so. Although, while he hadn’t heard of the movie, Moonrise Kingdom, in this case, it was the theater I was certain he would have a problem with and not-so-much the movie.

With a stellar cast of stars he actually knows and likes, including Bill Murray and Bruce Willis, it had to be good.

The Downing Film Center is a very cool, very small, non-profit theater in Newburgh, NY that shows about 50 independent and/or international films a year. The theater boasts 58 thickly, cushioned seats, most of which recline, all of which come with a pillow. It’s like being in a large living room. Even nicer, the tickets and snacks are affordable! With one showing a day during most week days and two showings of a single movie during the weekends, it’s advised you come at least 30-minutes early to get a real comfy chair. Seating, is first come, first served. Heading the warning, we arrived early and chose mid-center.

As the theater began to fill however, I couldn’t help but notice that the patrons were reminiscent of that day so many years ago. Apparently, so did my son.

Mom, this is “March of the Penguins” all over again!

He said with fear and anxiety in his eyes.

Once again, I found myself to be the youngest adult in the crowd, only this time it was by about thirty years and mine thankfully, were NOT the only children in the audience. There were two other kids there!

It turns out however, I was wrong — again.

It wasn’t the theater that the boy didn’t care for, in fact he later admitted,

It was cool.

No, it wasn’t the theater, it was the movie — again.

Come on mom. Boy, girl first crush  = total chick flick!

Oh, well. He’s thirteen. At least he came! Besides, the girl stayed awake the whole time, this time. She loved the theater and the film and so did my mom and I!

Two thumbs up for Moonrise Kingdom — smartly written, humorous, off-beat and highly recommended. Go see it!

Have you seen any good movies lately?

Photo Credit #1 March of the Penguins

Photo  Credit #2-5 ©2012 Karen Szczuka Teich &

Photo Credit #6 Moonrise Kingdom

Thanks for the Chips ‘n Salsa, James Earl Jones!

June 10, 2012 14 comments

What’s not appealing about eating Chips ‘n Salsa at ten o’clock in the morning?

For those of you who do not have a son, it will be helpful for you if I preface this post by providing you with the knowledge that boys are hungryALWAYS – especially 13-year old growing boys who are heavily into sports. They eat several large meals a day. In fact, it’s not unusual for a boy of this age to eat seven tacos or four slices of pizza in one sitting, only to come back an hour later, looking for a snack. They keep eating, right up until they go to sleep at night, which is usually much too late. Then, they wake up hungry. I’m sorry, I  mean famished and they’re unable to function until they’ve had more food.

It’s a vicious cycle that lasts, I’m guessing, for about 6 or 7 years.

So what does a 13-year old boy do when his second class is a free-period, he and his buddy are STARVING and they peer into the window of an end-of-the-year, celebratory Spanish class filled with endless bowls of chips, salsa and other belly-filling delights? And, how fair is it that a third buddy of theirs should be sitting in this classroom enjoying those amazing eats when these two are forced to continue on to the cafeteria and pay for an unsavory, unidentified, slippery surprise?

It’s not fair and I’ve always encouraged my children to do something (if they can) about an injustice they come upon.

Enter, James Earl Jones!

It just so happens, that the son of long-time actor and recent recipient of an Honorary Academy Award, James Earl Jones, also went to the same school my son goes to, a few years back. As an active parent at the time and extremely generous person, Mr. Jones was instrumental in constructing a state-of-the-art theater for the school, complete with all the technological bells and whistles needed to put on some seriously, kick-ass productions. The theater of course is appropriately named, the James Earl Jones Theater. Mr. Jones has also been known to return to the school over the years to speak, help raise money and participate in special performances. Recently, he donated a highly coveted, much sought after, Darth Vader mask from one of his Star Wars movies that was auctioned off at an annual, school fundraiser.

Unfortunately, I haven’t had an actual James Earl Jones sighting myself, since my son started attending this school three years ago. Anyone who goes to this school however, quickly catches on to his significant association with the school.

Back to being famished.

N-O-A-H                                                                                                                                                            I am here to F-E-E-D you!

I am your ticket to FREE food!

My son is a smart kid and apparently a quick thinker, when he’s hungry. We live in modern times where note passing is out and (even though phones are not supposed to be in the classroom) text-ing is in. From the hallway, he sent the third buddy who was inside the classroom with the food, the following text message:

Dude, you know that James Earl Jones guy who built the theater? He’s in there now, meeting everyone!

Wait for it...

Nothing — until about 10-seconds later, when my son said the classroom door flung open and the entire class lead by buddy number three and followed by the Spanish teacher herself, frantically raced out in a sprint toward the theater and in such excitement, they didn’t even notice Thing One and Thing Two standing in the hallway as they passed.

Yes, they were standing there, with wide-open, jaw-dropping mouths in complete awe and disbelief of what they’d just done.


Well, kind of.

Obviously, this mom is in full-disclosure of the details of this week’s shenanigans and while I agree this was indeed a disruptive occurrence spearheaded by my son’s hunger actions and while I never had the nerve to do such a thing in 8th grade or any other grade for that matter, I’ve always had the greatest respect for kids who did.

So, with regard to my son’s quick thinking and leadership abilities in this instance, let’s just say I’m not exactly angry or upset. What’s life after-all, without a little levity, especially at the end of a graduating school year?

And who doesn’t appreciate a good, old-fashioned, playful prank that’s clever, doesn’t hurt anyone and gets you a handful of Chips ‘n Salsa to boot! Well done boys!

Have you played a good prank lately or know someone who has?

Kids Really Do Say The Darndest Things!

November 13, 2011 9 comments

This week I’m taking a cue from a blog I follow where the genius mom actually documents her kids’ quotes! Brilliant, cause kids really do say the darndest things!

If you follow my blog, you probably know I have two kids (that I love and adore) but I will only be quoting one today, my 10-year old daughter. Besides, if I were lucky enough to even overhear a conversation, let alone have one, with my 13-year old son, the entire quote would most likely consist of these three words:

Um, Yeah and Nah.


I’m a good mom and have just documented my boy’s quotes for the past six months.

My girl on the other hand, is a non-stop chatterbox. (I think it’s a gender thing.) Ever see the Volvo commercial where the Dad puts his 5-year old daughter in her car seat, closes the door, gets into the driver’s seat and takes her to school, all the while, she is non-stop chatter, going on and on about who knows what?

That’s my Hannah and at age ten, not only do I get the non-stop chatter about who knows what, I  get the added bonus of her opinion!

Here are a few recent ones….

On The World’s Status

My daughter goes to a progressive school and we do not practice any formal religion. I of course went to Catholic school and was a practicing catholic until I went to college, receiving many of the sacraments up until that age, including confession of my sins.

Not too long ago, my girl came home from school and asked,

Mom, what’s a sin?

Me, in freak-out mode responded, “A sin? Why? Why do you want to know what a sin is?”

I heard it was bad. My teacher doesn’t teach us about sins or war or anything. She pretty much teaches us that the world is perfect but I know it’s not perfect.

You’re a super sleuth, Hannah and you’re right, the world is not perfect.

On Getting A New Car

At the onset of having to get new wheels, I admit, I had a brief moment of panic at the thought of having to bring the car I loved so dearly back to the dealership it was leased from, knowing, now, there would be no way I could afford to lease the same car again. Myself and my girl were driving around town when it hit me and without really thinking about it or looking for a response, I tugged at the steering wheel and said,

“Hannah, how am I going to keep this car?”

Not a full minute passed before my girls’ wheels started turning and she sprung into solution mode……

Here's my Billboard Baby scooter-ing throughout the neighborhood, drumming up sales for our yard-sale earlier this year.

Mom, I got it! From tomorrow to the end of the summer, I say, we go out in the middle of the median and sell like there’s no tomorrow!

Sell? Sell what, Hannah? Lemonade?

Lemonade AND ice-pops mom, lemonade AND ice-pops!

Turns out, I LOVE my new car but Thank you, Hannah!!

On Edward

A year and a half ago, I brought Edward home. My Edward is a creepy but important part of me being able to live life on life’s terms and while we sometimes bring him out to participate in various family activities, his primary function is to keep a watchful eye on my 22-year old punk neighbor.

Edward does an excellent job!

My Edward. Doing his job.

In a few weeks we will begin the process of moving from the only home my daughter has ever known.

Mom I think we have to leave Edward here.


At least until we get to meet our new neighbors.

Why, Hannah?

Well, if we put him in the window before we meet them, they’re going to think we’re freaks and they won’t bring us cookies or cupcakes (cause we’re the new neighbors) and I want the cookies and cupcakes.

Point well taken, Hannah. I  want the cookies and cupcakes too but Edward comes with us.

Hannah & Edward, just hanging around.

Besides, we both know you love him just as much as I do!

Aside from the funny stuff, there are also great pearls of wisdom and insight, as well as profound statements that often come from this blessing of a child, leaving me stunned but mostly, extremely grateful for the gift of her life in mine.

Those I’ll save for another day.

Meanwhile, for more adept quotes from other skilled and clever kids, visit the Young American Wisdom blog — the inspiration for this post!

For happy thoughts from a happy kid, visit Hannah’s blog, I’m Thinking Happy!

If you have an endearing or humorous kid quote, feel free to leave it with me!

Photo Credit #1: Sin

Photo Credit #2: Super Sleuth

Photo Credit# 3-5: Karen Szczuka Teich &

Oops! I Think The Universe Was Listening!

October 30, 2011 10 comments

When I stated last week that I had gotten my, second wind and was ready for whatever else should happen to come my way, boldly telling the universe to “BRING IT ON!”, I wasn’t exactly talking about the Nor’easter that came full force, literally blowing me and millions of others away this Halloween weekend!

No, No! This is not what I meant at all!

My blog is all about striving to live life on life’s terms and handle its unexpected events with as much grace and decorum as I can but I’m afraid the unexpected event of having a foot of the white stuff covering my front lawn in October, is nearly enough to send me over the edge!

Seriously, doesn’t Mother Nature know my son was supposed to have a championship football game this Sunday?

Or was it Old Man Winter who was awakened from his slumber?

Doesn’t he know he has at least four to six weeks left of snooze time before having to blast down on the North East?

Could it have been <GASP> my doing?

Perhaps this was an early, Halloween trick conspired by the two heads of nature?

Major tree damage, downed limbs and widespread, rampant power outages was the prediction and By-George, that’s exactly what we got! We lost power at around 5pm Saturday. By 7:30 our county was declared a “State of Emergency”.

Hurricane Irene and the rains that followed left our Hudson Valley grounds sopping to the roots! Throw in the seasonal fact that many trees still carry their fall leaves, add heavy, wet snow and gusty winds and you have the disaster that we got; two days before Halloween! It was a cold, long night but thankfully, we got our power back at around 10am this Sunday morning. Considering what I’ve come to see and hear, I think we’re among the luckier lot who got their power back as soon as we did. No doubt, some people in our and the surrounding areas will be in the dark for days!

My girl, surveying the snow right before we lost power, Saturday.

Ugh. I’m bummed! I’m a huge fan of this and all holidays. I love to decorate and celebrate. Who will see our graveyard now that it’s buried under a foot of snow? I want to hear the rustling of leaves beneath sneakers as the ghosts and goblins approach my door, not the squishy-squeaky sound of snow boots sloshing their way up the footpath!

My boy, who is going as a Cheer-leading girl, is gonna freeze his hairy legs off!

On his way to the Halloween dance at school Friday evening. When there was only leaves on the ground!

My girl, who is going trick-or-treating as a Sponge-Bob, is going to, well, be miserable!

Friday's pre-Halloween parade celebration at school.

It’s too early, too soon for this freezing nonsense! I’m just not prepared to be wearing my winter coat in October. It’s something I prefer to ease my way into, not be abruptly forced into! I’m not even sure I know where my snow boots are!


I said it. It’s true. I put it out there.

I’m sorry.

Next time, I’ll keep my declarations to myself!

I don’t ever recall snow, let alone a full-blown storm in this New York area before Halloween. Do you? Were you affected by the storm?

Have a safe and happy Halloween everyone!

Photo Credit #1: Mother Nature

Photo Credit #2: Old Man Winter

Photo Credit #3-5: © & Karen Szczuka Teich

The Devil Made Him Do It!

October 16, 2011 8 comments

Either that, or it was his funny bone!

©2007 NHT Noah Henry Teich                                                (My son’s hand drawn picture that became an art-card for Christmas gifts and Thank-You cards. I think it’s probably a good thing he didn’t go to Catholic school.)

Some people are just naturally funny. They don’t have to try hard. The joke just kind of flows out of them, or their PowerPoint presentation.

I ask you, what’s life without a little humor?

Seriously. I know this 15-year old sophomore who happens to be a funny guy and who happens to go to a Catholic school. I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten to 12th grade. Anyone who has ever gone to Catholic school knows, funny and religion do-not-mix-well. Do one “funny” thing and you’re immediately slapped with the “class clown” label for as long as you go to that school. Being the class clown in Catholic school can mean countless hours of detention, clapping the erasers (cause they still have erasers) or worse; points taken off grades. It can mean being called out of class and calls made home, to parents; not to mention purposeful, public scoldings designed to put you in the position of becoming the “example” for any other student who might be thinking humor belongs in school. Thus, the funny guy becomes the fall guy.

In short, Catholic School is 99.9% serious business. Recently, my funny little sophomore friend, fell.

Here’s what happened:

The  Religious Assignment

Make a PowerPoint presentation talking about the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

The Back Story

Saint Juan Diego

According to tradition, on December 9, 1531 Juan Diego, a young, simple indigenous peasant, had a vision of a young woman while he was on a hill in the Tepeyac desert, near Mexico City. The lady told him to build a church exactly on the spot where they were standing. He told the local bishop, who asked for some proof. He went back and had the vision again. He told the lady that the bishop wanted proof, and she said “Bring the roses behind you.” Turning to look, he found a rose bush growing behind him.He cut the roses, placed them in his poncho and returned to the bishop, saying he had brought proof. When he opened his poncho, instead of roses, there was an image of the young lady in the vision. (Manga Hero)

St. Juan Diego is proof that God uses those who are most humble to do His work. By all accounts, Juan Diego, was a humble and young man.

Serious stuff.

My young, sophomore friend, who also happens to be an honor student, put all of this serious information into his Power Point presentation, only when it came time to reveal Juan Diego’s likeness, my funny friend flashed this image to his class instead of the one above:

Saint Juan Diego – maybe

Come on, now THAT is funny!

Needless to say, this startling, daring, depiction of the young, blessed Saint Juan Diego in my friend’s Power Point presentation brought the class to well, pandemonium to put it mildly; uncontrollable laughter burst onto the scene, requiring the teacher to admonish the class several times before order was restored. And if you’ve ever gone to Catholic school, you know, order MUST be restored.

The Consequence

Being called out of the next class. The “call” home to the parents. 18 points taken off the final grade, giving this slacker an 82 out of 100% on the report and a mandatory apology letter to the teacher (at the teacher’s request, of course).

Inside information from the mom: apology letter number one, had to be scratched when the boy, after saying he was sorry to the teacher, said he only did it to try to keep the rest of the students from falling asleep in class. “Kudos”, I say for at least being truthful.

 Was it worth the laugh?  I asked him.

Yes. It was totally worth the laugh. I thought these Power Points could use some funny moments.

There you have it and again, there’s got to be something said for the honesty here, not to mention, you are witnessing a comedian in the making.  I sent the boy $10 in the mail along with a note telling him not to be disrespectful but never to lose his sense of humor.

The world needs more levity if you will; more laughter.

The Result

Not only will every student in that religion class remember the story of Our Lady of Guadeloupe, always and forever, they will remember it, with a smile on their face.

The Disclaimer

While the views expressed by this student do in fact reflect those of this author, ABSOLUTELY NO DISRESPECT is meant toward the Catholic church, its teachers or teachings.

I’m Catholic. I went to Catholic school and I only WISH some kid had the moxie to do something–anything to cause the type of uproar and uncontrollable laughter in class that this boy did.

It would have made the whole experience so much more human,

with a little more humor.

Photo Credit #1  ©2007 Noah Henry Teich

(All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced.)

Photo Credit #2 Saint Juan Diego

Photo Credit #3 Forwarded From The Nameless Catholic Boy

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