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Antique_Die_Cut_ValentineIn the movie The Choice, where “each small decision leads to the next small decision” and cumulatively make a life, decisions are presented as a provocative philosophical theme. How does a person marry one person instead of another? Little choices that make first a trend, perhaps, then all together make a life.

 

Then there are the really big decisions. Not decisions about buying a new truck or rebuilding the old one. Not decisions like how much medical care to choose for yourself or your spouse in a crisis. Really BIG decisions, like how much are you going to love your special someone today?

  • What difficult thing will you handle so he or she won’t have to?
  • What can you give of yourself to bring your lover more joy?
  • What if tonight were your last night on earth together? would you dance? caress? argue? watch TV alone?

How about the biggest decision of all? How hard will you love this person? And for how long? How many days? How many days even if you don't feel the same appreciation washing back your way? Is today one of those days you will love harder, love more?

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From the March 11, 2016 obituary I read today in the Red Rock News:

His father Joe Lee McCoy was killed in a logging accident prior to his birth.

And that, my friends, is why the world needs professional writers.

The possessive pronoun “his” refers back to the last person mentioned—Joe Lee McCoy. How could the poor man be killed before he was even born?

Not to disparage the bereaved, but to illustrate a point with facts, I post this not only because it made me laugh, but also because it is one of the most common errors made in writing. To avoid making the same error, fix your eyes on the pronoun, in this case his, and move them left until they reach a noun—McCoy.

If you aren’t sure, hire a professional.

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