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  • BY RANDY BEYHYMER

    Recently one of my clients received in the mail a private dinner invitation from a financial advisor. The advisor claimed that he will show attendees how to keep their money safe from market declines and provide a way to receive a lifetime income that can’t be outlived.

  • Last week I spoke at a women’s luncheon at a local church.

    The woman who invited me told me that their theme was thankfulness.

    That was several months ago when the sky was blue, the humidity was low and I think someone brought in cake to work that day, so of course I said I’d love to talk about being thankful.

    After all, it’s easy to give thanks when all is well.

    And then in the weeks leading up to my talk, life just sort of fell apart. In many ways it feels like the gates of hell opened up and dumped on my family.

  • Recently, my husband came home from work and told me he was in charge of a project which involved the development and installation of a robot.

  • Sometime ago, I read a humorous fictitious manual for those who volunteer in the Peace Corps.

    There was a particular portion directed to those who would be heading to South America. The manual gave specific advice to the volunteers on how to handle an encounter with an anaconda. One of the largest constrictor type snakes in the world. The advice given comes with the heading, “What to do if attacked by an Anaconda?” Here is the list:

    If you are attacked by an anaconda do not run. The snake is faster than you are.

    Lie flat on the ground.

  • Years ago, my granddaughter Caroline couldn’t be trusted to not make a run for it in a crowd.

    As a toddler, she was notorious for breaking loose from my daughter’s grasp and taking off running. She was also fearless and overly friendly when it came to approaching strangers and, if given the chance, would follow anyone anywhere, especially if offered candy or a puppy or a sip of Diet Coke.

  • Have you seen grace lately?

    That was a question posed in 1996 by the editor of the now-defunct Virtue magazine, a Christian women’s magazine I used to write for.

    The editor, Jeanette Thomason, once spent several weeks chronicling the stopping spots of railroad tramps in Spokane, Washington.

    She’d make her way past rows of abandoned buildings and find discarded wine bottles and chicken bones, cold campfires and cardboard lean-tos.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Banner

    A final score of 69 (no bogies, three birdies) was good but not near good enough for the Bedford Rotary Club to bring home any trophies from Ohio Valley United Charities (OVUC) golf scramble last week at Henry County Country Club.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Banner

    For many of us attending and enjoying the Trimble County Apple Festival, we remain unaware of the great deal of volunteer work that goes into creating this successful, annual activity.

  • These are days and times when very few people take the time to become involved in the lives of those who are less-fortunate or needy.

  • Years ago, I was terrified of flying.

    You wouldn’t have wanted to sit by me in an airplane because, if you weren’t already nervous, my white-knuckled grip of the arm rest and my yelping at every strange noise or shake of the plane would have made you nearly as crazy as I was.

    One time got on a plane — it was the first of four flights over the course of a weekend — I got ready for my usual fear-fueled meltdown, but it didn’t happen.

    I wasn’t afraid one bit.

  • My contacts like to hide. On two occasions one or the other has determined that the exceptionally snug spaces beneath my upper lids are the perfect locale for respite from a hectic day.

  • While driving through the countryside of hills, valleys and streams from one of my offices to another, I noticed another vehicle that resembled a gigantic mud ball rather than any recognizable make or model. It had obviously been driven in a “mud run,” adding considerable volume and weight to its original design. The sight of it caused an uneasy feeling for me as I imagined being that driver. In my own car I can hardly wait after a bug or a bird’s “gift” hits my windshield to stop to remove it from sight.

  • As the story goes, a group of tourists on an African safari hired several native porters to carry their supplies.

    After three days, the porters announced they needed to stop and rest for a while. However, they didn’t appear to be tired, so the tourists asked why they needed to stop.

    One of the porters said, “We are not tired, but we have walked too far too fast and now we must wait for our souls to catch up.”

    I thoroughly understand. Often I go too far too fast and life zips by and my soul is somewhere else, left behind in the dust.

  • Sam Burgess went on vacation to Ocean Isle, N.C. with a few of his family members and they brought along the Trimble Banner to read in their spare time. Pictured left to right are Mark Sawyer, Sherri Sawyer, Sam Burgess, Gwen Fothergill Knight, Linda Brown, Holly Hughes Yowler, Robert Yowler, and Benetta Knight. 

    Planning a getaway for fall break or later this year? Take along a copy of the Banner and send a picture of the family with the newspaper to editor@mytrimblenews.com.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Trimble Banner

    Thousands of miles from Bray Orchards and Roadside Market, manager Jamae Pyles and fellow traveler Cecilia Oak got to see an array of farm products grown and marketed in Alaska.

  • Love is a wonderful, amazing and, at times, confusing thing.

    For most of us our first experience with love is when we are born. We feel the love of our parents. We might experience our first “crush” when we are adolescents, and more than likely get our hearts broken. Then we meet, the one. That special person who we fall head-over-heels in love with. I am fortunate to have been married to my wonderful wife for 21 years, but I’ll be the first to admit that I still don’t really understand love. If we are honest, none of us truly understand real love.

  • A couple times a month I meet with a group of people who, along with me, are learning to live present tense lives.

    We are seeking to live today, right now, this moment. Not yesterday or 10 years ago, because those days are gone. Not tomorrow, or next Friday or April 30, 2047, because they’re not here yet.

    Some people live yesterday over and over and over. They dwell on what happened, what didn’t happen, what could’ve been, what they think should’ve been.

  • BY STEVE MIRACLE | Superintendent of Trimble County Schools

    Dear Readers,

    Trimble County Public Schools had the benefit to form a partnership with an organization called Saddleback East. This organization is a group of business owners in the region, some in Trimble County, who love to ride and race dirt bikes. Saddleback East, while made up mostly of people from outside the community, owns 700 acres of land in Trimble County where they ride and race regularly. Saddleback East initially sought the partnership we have formed out.

  • The portal to the cat dimension remains open. Once again the mysterious, exasperating force, in its questionable generosity, elected to present me with six brand new kittens.

    The troupe was deposited under our back porch. Can’t help but be delighted when I discover a cat to rescue from a life of misery. However, I have the decency to keep this to myself when I notice the despair etched onto my husband’s face. He knows the level of chaos that erupts upon the arrival of toddler cats. He knows that all he can do is hunker down.

  • As it sometimes happens, something I wrote in a column prompted a reader to email me with her concerns.

    This reader was concerned about the way I talk about sin and that I often call myself a sinner.

    She wrote, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a lovely person and you shouldn’t always put yourself down. You’re a child of God and you should hold your head high.”