I never wanted to believe that my Dad was stealing from his job as a road worker.

But when I got home, all the signs were there.

When a family friend passed away, my granddaughter took her three-year-old son to visit the widow. As they approached the front door, she whispered to the boy, “Make sure to tell her how sorry you are.”

He whispered back, “Why? I didn’t kill him.”

Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.