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1.The day I realized I wanted to become a UUminister. This also ties for the scariest momentof my life.2. Scoring a goal in the ﬁnal soccer game of myhigh school career. It was gorgeous; I jukedtwo defenders, then ﬁred a shot low and leftunderneath the keeper. You’ll have to believeme, there’s no video evidence. But it waseasily the greatest athletic highlight of my life.3.Ofﬁciating at my friend April’s wedding.4.The ﬁrst time I told a woman that I loved her.5.Standing atop the Eiffel Tower with my bestfriend Sean.I don’t pretend to think that anybody outside of my mother will care that much about the happiestmoments of my life. But for me, it felt like animportant exercise in being grateful for thewonderful things I’ve been a part of.So, what are the happiest moments of your life?Think about it.
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What I Learned at MySPM Today:
Paul Dubois is a Senior MDiv Student under care of the SouthwestConference
As I stood on the front stoop this afternoon,watching my youngest disembark from the carpool, Ifelt a stinging sensation in my right foot. Ooh, notgood; I’ve felt that before. Fire ants. Thirty or fortyof the little creatures were swarming on my barefoot, with hundreds more on the surroundingconcrete. A few inches from where my foot was, athick trail of ants could be traced about 20 feet back to the hill they were abandoning next to the stormwater pond. The ants wound their way towards theapartment, along the steps, then up to the porch.The trail diverged, with one branch taking the insidetrack into the wooden door jam, while the other branch climbed the brick and went into the siding of the upstairs apartment. Somewhere above my head Iimagine a happy reunion, of sorts, a joyous arrival ina promised land.
It’s quite a site, really. Thousands of ants. Allmoving in one direction, many of whom werecarrying eggs or larvae.
Hours later, afterdark, the pace had not subsided one bit.
The hill they were abandoning wasintact. It had not been violently breached by one of the wandering bands of young boys who frequentthe area. It had not been accidentally stepped on bya wayfaring UT student. It was intact. Like theAnasazi who abandoned Mesa Verde and ChacoCanyon a thousand years ago… the reason for theexodus was elusive; we can only speculate.
But, there was a clue. Perhaps this is far-fetched, but a few minutes before discovering theants, I heard that we are in for some potentiallyheavy rainfall this weekend—a ‘Special WeatherStatement’ had been issued. This is not simply aseries of thunderstorms passing through, but a