Archive — Daniel Blackaby
6 Jan
Wrong Place at the Right Time
Books? Check! Pencils? Check! PowerPoint visuals? Check! Notes? Check! Everything was in place to insure an efficient group-project planning meeting. Well, ALMOST everything, there still remained one slightly problematic detail–my entire group was missing.
23 Dec
Thanks…but no-thanks
As I gazed down in awe at my creation, I realized its design was sure to elevate me into the halls of architectural genius, alongside the Sistine Chapel, the Eiffel Tower, and the Parthenon. It was a gingerbread house like the world had never seen! It was beautiful! It was majestic! It was…Crack!…in need of some minor repairs.
15 Dec
“That Guy”
Nearly every class has one, and in this class Scott is “That Guy.” You know who I’m talking about. They’re the ones who feel the irresistible urge to comment on absolutely every point the teacher makes. Now I’m generally a pretty patient guy; there are very few people that get under my skin. On this particular day Scott made the short-list.
21 Nov
Prison Break
Trapped! Four sinister walls enforced my imprisonment. I furtively eyed the door, but her eyes were stuck on me. All around my fellow classmates were likewise slaving away under carful observation of Mrs. Shepherd. Then it happened! Turning her head –I realized my opportunity! Taking a deep breath, “We have nothing to lose but our chains!” I spirited out the door, down the hall, and into the fresh air of freedom! Thus begin my life as a first grade drop-out…or maybe homeschooler!
12 Nov
Tiger Woods Ain’t Got Nothing…
What drew me to the game of golf? A love for the game? Or maybe oodles of raw, untapped talent and the irrepressible desire to excel? Or perhaps I simply wished to inspire others, less fortunate than I. Well that, and my buddy Rob had just invited me to shoot 18-holes with two pretty girls. Man…I love golf.
29 Oct
I’ll Have That to Go Please…
She had been cruelly deceived into becoming a stay-at-home-mom by my brother. He had been so cute! However, two years later marked the end of an era; the age of down-time and freedom was over. As I charged out of the womb crying and needy, I ushered in the age of driving and stress. She was like the Energizer Bunny, her mammoth to-do lists requiring bookmarks, and on this particular trip, she had around thirty-eight stops to make, and approximately twelve minutes to make them.
21 Oct
Meet the neighbors?
If you don’t keep your world view tied firmly to biblical truth, you’ll soon find yourself in dangerous, strange and unfamiliar places.
29 Sep
Another Game…Another Heart-Attack
Sniffing the air, the sweet aroma gently caressed my nostrils, Aw, if ‘Perfect’ had a scent, surely it would be thee! Few smells can stir such emotion, or command such passion as the glorious fragrance of–a hockey bag. Each piece of equipment uniquely perfuming the air: the odor of sweaty shoulder-pads bringing back my first childhood game, the scent of moldy shin pads rekindling thoughts of glorious goals. The time has come after four-year hibernation from hockey, I would return to the ice–and recapture my former glory.
24 Sep
If At First You Don’t Succeed…Maybe You Shouldn’t Drive
The piercing squeal of burning tires roared over top the rambunctious crowd. An entire lifetime boiled down to this. Swerving my car around the final turn I gazed towards the finish line. This is who I am; I was born to drive…
5 Sep
Now That I Have Your Attention…
I loathe airplanes. This in no way stems from a “fear of flying” or any other such thing, but rather to the inevitable massacre of my “personal bubble.” Without fail, I end up sitting in row 153, middle seat, between Buddha and Santa Claus (who might as well pay half of my seat ticket). Last summer, staring a nine-hour return flight from England in the face, I vowed to have an enjoyable and relaxing trip … but then my sister Carrie plopped down beside me.
