Put The Glass Down Today!
The Professor began his class by holding up a glass
with some water in it. He held it up for all to see &
asked the students ¡°How much do you think this
¡°125gms¡±... the students
¡°I really don¡¯t know unless
I weigh it,¡± said the
professor, ¡°but, my question
is what would happen if I
held it up like this for a few
¡°Nothing,¡± the students said.
¡°Ok, what would happen if I
held it up like this for an
hour?¡± the professor asked.
¡°Your arm would begin to ache,¡± said one of the
¡°You¡¯re right,¡± the professor went on, ¡°Now what
would happen if I held it for a day?¡±
¡°Your arm could go numb, you might have severe
muscle stress and paralysis and have to go to hos-
pital for sure!¡± ventured another student, and all of
the students laughed.
¡°Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the
glass change?¡± Asked the professor.
¡°No,¡± was the answer.
¡°Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle
stress?¡± he asked.
The students were puzzled.
¡°What should I do now to come out of pain?¡± asked
¡°Put the glass down!¡± exclaimed one of the stu-
¡°Exactly!¡± explained the professor, ¡°Life¡¯s problems
are something like this. Hold them for a few minutes
in your head and they seem OK. Think of them for
a long time and they begin to ache. Hold them even
longer and they begin to paralyze you. You will not
be able to do anything.¡±
He went on, ¡°It is important to think of the chal-
lenges or problems in your life, but even more
important is to PUT THEM DOWN at the end of every
day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not
stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong
and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes
The Reading Room 2016 August/September
Pg 6 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
Pope Frances has called for
Advent 2015 thru Advent 2016 to be a ¡®Year
of Mercy¡¯ because he desires people to con-
nect on a personal level with God¡¯s mercy.
Now, it is not necessary to believe in God
or in organized religion to believe in mercy.
People all wish mercy for themselves, but
what about others?
In Christian disciplines, there are two cat-
egories of mercy which followers are encour-
aged to live by. The corporal (bodily) works
of mercy which address the physical needs of
others are the following:
Feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty,
clothe the naked, shelter the homeless, visit
the sick, visit the imprisoned, and bury the
The spiritual works of mercy are meant to
support the spiritual needs of others and are
Instruct the ignorant, counsel the doubtful,
correct sinners, bear wrongs patiently, forgive
offenses willingly, comfort the afflicted and
pray for the living and the dead.
These may seem lofty, but Bounia(my grand-
mother) had a firm handle on these concepts.
Bounia¡¯s home was a haven for meeting the
corporal works of mercy, but of course she
was not aware that there was a list of catego-
ries. She cooked and baked and fed us all,
and some of Gege¡¯s unsavory companions.
Gege had a taste for strong liquor and would
often bring friends home with him after a
night of ¡°visiting¡±. Bounia would be aroused
from her sleep to prepare a meal for her er-
rant husband and his buddies. It was a loud
meal, and neighbors would come by the next
day to comfort her.
When Uncle Willie came home from WWII,
and could not find or afford a place of his
own. He and Aunt Mary and cousin Billy
moved right in with Bounia and Gege. They
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day one on one with each grand-
child. We shop for school clothes,
eat lunch at a place of their
choosing. We talk, laugh and have
fun. A delightful time.
I have spent hours watching and
listening to the antics taking place
in the political arena these many
months. In my seventy four years
I have not observed anything
equivalent! For the first time in
my life I have changed parties.
Have just finished reading the
current bestseller ¡®Hillary¡¯s Ameri-
ca¡¯, very informative.
I continue to sit in the quietness,
waiting for the family to return
from fishing. My thoughts drift to
a recent visit with a friend.
stayed with Bounia until Uncle Mickie and Aunt
Anne bought a two story house and then Bounia
moved in with them, and Uncle Willie and his
family moved into the second story apartment.
My father and mother had a home about 7 miles
away and visits were frequent.
Bury the dead? She buried three sons and a hus-
band. She was always present when neighbors
and friends lost loved ones. Food was prepared
and delivered to the grieving families, not just
dropped off, but served and cleaned up.
The only corporal work of mercy she may have
missed was to visit the imprisoned, and I have no
evidence of that fact.
She was right on top of the Spiritual works of
mercy as well. The six cousins (I always forget
to mention Bobby, because he was born after I
left home) were a pretty wild group. I don¡¯t know
how they were allowed to be so fresh, but Bounia
didn¡¯t stand for nonsense. The instruction to the
ignorant came in two languages ¨C she could say
things in her native language that spared the in-
nocent ears of the young.
It seemed to me that no matter what challenge
came her way, she responded with kindness and
understanding. Her friends came with their prob-
lems and she listened. If she felt insult or misun-
derstood, she patiently found the positive in the
occasion. She tried to see things from another
point of view.
She was pretty good at correcting sinners, just
ask Gege! They were married for 47 years and
struggled during the great depression, World
War II and raising a family of four. During these
mostly happy years, Gege struggled with pride
and insecurity as well as working long hours in a
factory to keep the family housed and fed. She
bore wrongs patiently and was a comfort to his
I remember her little altar on the dressing table
in her bedroom. She always had a candle lit be-
fore it and prayed for us all. Bounia had little for-
mal education, but a tremendous faith and hope
that every day would be better than the previ-
ous. Bounia never taught in a formal setting, but
I have learned more from her about the Corporal
and Spiritual works of mercy than from all of my
Who has been the ¡°Bounia¡± in your life?
How do you experience mercy?
How do you share these values?
(Sandy Lauzon of River¡¯s Edge & Rustic Style
Furniture, is a Shaklee Distributor in Dolores,
She had discovered some Indian artifacts
on a remote area of her family¡¯s ranch and
brought them by. Retrieving my collection,
collected from ranches I¡¯ve lived on and the
lands of friends, from its resting place in the
back of the closet, we had a show and tell of
sorts. Stone projectile points and tools were
spread upon the kitchen table to be exam-
ined, touched, and remembered. Our minds
reached far back in time. A time without
written records. Reaching into yesterday
when great ice sheets retreated near the
end of the Pleistocene period 18,000-20,000
years before present, when the first humans
entered the Americas. Were they the first? Or,
were there some predecessors? Only time will
tell. I read a few lines from an archaeologist,
penned in 1959...
Who were those guys?
Where did they come from?
Where did they go?
That is the story we wish to know.
And with that I lay down my pen and give my
meandering mind a rest. -K
(Karen Schafer lives in Grand Junction and
writes about life in Colorado)
by Sandy Lauzon
Sunny July day. Husband, son and
daughter-in-law are fishing. I opt out
of the trek to far away lake. Sitting at a picnic table
under softly murmuring pines I open author James
Patterson¡¯s latest book. After reading a chapter I
close the cover.
Pine breezes ripple clear aquamarine water on the
lake below me. I am aware of two anglers, noticing
that time after time they cast out their hooks only
to reel them in devoid of fish. I fish, on occasion,
however, do not have the patience or willingness to
devote much time to the exercise unless the fish are
at least biting!
My thoughts meander. Summer seems, to me, to be
speeding by. Soon the grandchildren will be return-
ing to school. Every year about this time I spend a
The world famous brain surgeon was hard at
work preparing to perform a brain transplant.
When it was almost time to begin the procedure,
he asked his patient some routine questions.
Then came the most important question.
¡°You have your choice of two brains,¡± he told the
patient, ¡°For $1000 you can have the brain of a
psychologist, or for $10,000 you can have the
brain of a politician.¡±
The patient was amazed at the huge difference in
¡°Is the brain of a politician that much better?¡± he
The Brain Surgeon replied, ¡°Oh no, it¡¯s not better,
Life Is Funny