by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 20, 2018 | Nusahati
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 10, 2018 | Nusahati
“I walked out of Walmart today and got in my car. As I began to pull out, I had to wait for a man in a wheelchair to pass by. As I watched him, I noticed that he was missing his right leg from the knee down and was wearing, what appeared to be, old, government...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 8, 2018 | Nusahati
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, “Oh excuse me please” was my reply. He said, “Please excuse me too; I wasn’t watching for you.” We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jul 27, 2018 | Nusahati
As a drought continued for what seemed an eternity, a small community of farmers was in a quandary as to what to do. Rain was important to keep their crops healthy and sustain the way of life of the townspeople. As the problem became more acute, a local pastor called...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jul 19, 2018 | Nusahati
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jul 17, 2018 | Nusahati
“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?” Those words hurt worse than blows.. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump...
