Language is not a barrier
I’d be willing to put money on the table these ads are for good wine and good times. And I don’t even speak spanish! Either way, these made me smile this morning.
I dare you to try and avoid getting this little diddy stuck in your head.
20.2 lbs of heartbreak
I can’t help it. I’ve been battling this feeling for days and still no resolve. I’m finding it hard to find my place on an issue. I tossed it around in my head for a day. I slept on it at night. I prayed about it when it didn’t go away. I voiced it to Ashley in hopes that maybe saying it out loud would force myself to hear it in a different way. I avoided making a rash post about it. Four days later I can’t let it go.
Even at the time I’m typing this, I’m having trouble guiding my fingers to hit the right ones. The right keys to string together an honest and coherent sandbox on which to stand.
I love this country with all of my heart, but sometimes I hate the we act.
Headline reads: Chef consumes 20-pound burger in less than 5 hours
CLEARFIELD, Pennsylvania (AP) — It took Brad Sciullo four hours and 39 minutes to finish a marathon. A meat marathon, that is.
Brad Sciullo checks out his challenge on Monday, October 13 — a 20.2 pound burger.
The 5-foot-11, 180-pound western Pennsylvania chef is the first person to eat a monstrosity called the Beer Barrel Belly Bruiser: a 15-pound burger with toppings and a bun that brought the total weight to 20.2 pounds.
This is the point where, I start to fall short of finishing a sentence. One man. A twenty pound burger. Four and a half hours. Only in America.
I understand a challenge. I understand overcoming an obstacle. I understand pushing your body to the limit. Doing something that no one has done before. Brad, Congratulations on your accomplishment.
But this is where my heart breaks.
15 lbs = 240 ounces. The standard portion for red meat in a day is 8 ounces. That’s 30 days. That’s thirty portions in one sitting. One miserable, forced, punishing sitting. Thirty portions.
I can’t begin to wrap my head around that and not think of some of these. Like the fact that two thirds of the the world’s population is underfed or starving. Two thirds.
So we reward such a feat with $400, three T-shirts, and a certificate. Rewarded.
My biggest hope and prayer, is that when I leave this earth there’s not a certificate with my name on it for something like this. God, give me the courage to live a life where I’m never honored for anything, because it’ll be obvious that it was You, working through me.
Leave your thought, then go change the world.
A teaser for the shindig
Working on a slideshow and some graphics for Matt and Ange. Congrats in advance guys.
Leave some prayers, encouragement, best hopes and wishes (or condolences) in the comments for ‘em.
