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    BALLARD: Fighting battles with colored pencils and Purell

    I have always hated to wait. It doesn’t matter what I’m waiting on, I’m just an impatient person by nature. Mother always stressed to me that patience is a virtue. I always agreed with her but, try as I might, I still hate to wait!

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    MARK BALLARD: Hidden gem brings back memories of Daddy

    Recently, while looking for something in our laundry room, I frantically moved things about trying unsuccessfully to maintain the neatness of the shelves. I carefully picked up a bottle of bleach for a quick look behind it and then moved on to the multiple containers of detergent.

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    Perfection may not taste as sweet

    I entered the grocery store with a purpose. I was on a mission in search of a variety of perfect specimens. I marched straight to the fresh produce section like a detective desperately looking for clues to solve an important mystery. I was on a hunt and this wasn’t the first time.

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    Visiting with our past

    Have you ever seen something that immediately catapulted you back to a long-ago place and time? The power of a visual image is incredible.

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    The things money can’t buy

    Growing up, we were blessed in so many ways, but we always lived on a very tight budget. Most of our friends were in the same boat, so we didn’t know any difference.

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    BALLARD: Stay rooted against worry

    One of my favorite spots to recharge, solve problems and become one with nature is the Avenue of the Oaks on St. Simons Island. Many years ago, I became best friends with those trees. It was love at first sight. Every time I vacation on the island, I have to stop by to gaze at them. For me, they...

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    BALLARD: Beauty waiting to be rediscovered

    All my life I have been amazed by the beauty of nature. I always take the time to pause and lean in for a closer look. As a youngster, after a summer rain I spent several minutes watching a single water droplet slowly slide down the edge of a green leaf before it dropped to the ground. I gazed toward...

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    MARK BALLARD: Young in the memory

    I wonder what my mother would look like now had she lived. How much would almost 21 years have aged her? What is the first thing I would say to her if I were granted that opportunity? What would she think of what I’ve done with my life since she left? Would she be proud of me? These are some...

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    Spreading love in the checkout line

    It didn’t take me long to feel the tension in the air. Like an annoying fog refusing to leave, it lingered, casting a dense negativity.

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    Don’t sweat the small stuff

    Recently, as I was leaving our house, I glanced over at the side yard and noticed something appeared to be missing. At first I couldn’t decide what it was, so I slowly stopped the car. Upon closer observation, I realized an entire portion of our stacked brick fence had collapsed -- sending...

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