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A Slice Of Life To Go is an online Christian blog written by Todd Thompson. It encourages people to see the beauty in ordinary moments and to know God’s unconditional, unfailing love in everyday life.

Random Encounters

Ghost Writer

Thursday, January 6th, 2011

The wall mounted mirror is behind the door so you don’t see it when you walk in. Only when you walk out. Even then, I never paid any attention to it. On this particular day life was pouring in more than usual. Like the way I used to feel shoveling through a giant drift after […]

Lonely At Christmas

Thursday, December 23rd, 2010

It began as a desperate act of self-preservation. In December of 2007 I’d been living in Lubbock for several months after 14 years in the Phoenix valley. I was a not by choice divorced single Dad living in a place I never wanted to live. Somewhere in the middle of the month I realized that […]

Two Too Many

Monday, October 18th, 2010

It’s about a quarter till five at United on 50th and Q and every line is at least three carts deep. It’s not always a given that the Express Lane is faster. Most of us would rather push a cart than carry a basket so I check each one to see if maybe someone only […]

Adding To The Tank

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

My great uncle, L.D. Thompson, farmed with my Dad and my Grandfather in Iowa. L.D. was a kind and generous man, always helping his friends and neighbors. He also enjoyed playing a good practical joke, most often on those same friends and neighbors. It was sometime around 1951. L.D.’s cousin Burdette Carlson came out for […]

The Wiser Ones

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

We notice him as we walk into Whataburger. A frail, slightly stooped elderly man helping his equally frail wife get out of a big white Mercury Marquis. While she balances precariously on a four-footed cane, he tries to pull the sleeve of her red sweater up over her shoulder. Inside we are second in line. […]

Prayer At The Pumps

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

When I work in Roswell, New Mexico I always go to Sam’s Club to fill up my gas tank. Not to save a nickel a gallon, though that’s nice, too. I go in hopes that Bob will be on duty. It’s supposed to be a three hour drive from Lubbock to Roswell but it’s funny […]

Out Of Gas

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

“Remember…the first thing you do when you get to Fairmont is fill up with gas.” Dad handed me the keys to his 1978 Oldsmobile 98 Regency. “Yeah, Dad. I know. I’ll remember.” It was daylight when I left for Fairmont, the closest “big town” for us just across the Iowa state line into Minnesota. I […]

Airport Chapel

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

Last week I had a three hour layover at the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport. After a lunch, perusing the bookstores and a couple rides around on the tram, there was nothing to do but walk around. In Terminal E I noticed a small room designated as an airport chapel. A place for travelers to stop and think and pray. Just […]

Recycle

Monday, November 26th, 2007

I once worked with someone from Bermuda. He was very outgoing and kind toward his co-workers, even the people who weren’t easy to get along with. One day I commented on this. “I’ve noticed how friendly you are to everyone. Even the people who aren’t very nice.” His answer was insightful. With a big smile and […]

How To Be Kind

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

Smile. Crack a joke. Help the carry out person wrangle a couple stray carts. Write a real paper and pen note to a former teacher telling them what you learned from them. Call your parents and tell them you noticed how much smarter they got after you went to college. Hold the door for someone. Let […]

Bad Day

Monday, June 25th, 2007

9:45 AM on Friday, June 8th at Aqua-Tots Swim School in Mesa, Arizona. Ron was working on his laptop while Paul and I were sitting at the meet and greet desk behind the glass. A guy in a faded, forest green golf shirt walked up to the window. He looked a little frazzled. Paul slid the window open. “Hi. How […]

Flat Tire

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

Ever think about how one thing leads to another?  If it wasn’t for the person who threw the beer bottle on the street Monday night, I wouldn’t have gotten a flat tire. And if it weren’t for the person who designed the impossible to remove wheel covers on my car I would have been able to change […]

30 Minutes At LVS

Friday, May 4th, 2007

“Anyone sitting here?”, I asked the lady. “No.” She pulled her arms in a bit and gathered her purse closer to her. Thanks to the “print your boarding pass the day before” option at Southwest Airlines I was in the “A” group. Which means I was at the front of the cattle call free for all […]

Kindness

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Several weeks ago I took my twin daughters and my niece out for lunch at a small town cafe. As a Dad you always hope your kids mind their manners. So it was nice to hear Annie and Emma say “please” and “thank you” without being prompted. When our server left to go get our beverages Annie asked, […]

A Fair Hearing

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

It was fall of 1993. We had lived here only a couple months and were still finding our way around the valley. One late afternoon we discovered a Chinese restaurant somewhere in Mesa and had dinner there. When we were finished I went up to the counter to pay the check. After the cashier handed […]

Voice From The Past

Monday, May 1st, 2006

He was sorting through a wall rack of Phoenix Suns T-shirts, obviously not finding the size he was looking for. He had his back to me when I asked, “Can I help you?” Still focused on the shirts he answered, “Do you have this in a Small?” That voice. I’ve heard it before. But not […]

Overheard

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005

Here in the Phoenix valley, conveniences abound. Drive three minutes in any direction from my house and you’ll find a Target, Wal-Mart, Costco, Home Depot, Discount Tire, and numerous large grocery stores. Not to mention the endless strip malls full of specialty shops. Anyone need to refurbish a Ford Mustang? Buy a dune buggy? Just […]

Who Cares?

Tuesday, May 17th, 2005

I believe it was Mark Twain who said, “The more time I spend with the so-called “good people”, the more I understand why Jesus preferred to spend His time with sinners.” The setting was a facility owned by a large church in the Phoenix valley. The scene was a music concert. A local band was […]

Ten Dollars

Monday, May 9th, 2005

While walking across the open first level of the Luhr’s Parking garage in downtown Phoenix, I spotted him across the street. A bedraggled, scruffy, gray bearded guy in a dirty blue jacket pushing himself backward down the sidewalk in a wheelchair. Panhandlers are fairly common around America West Arena, especially late at night after events. […]

Small World

Wednesday, May 4th, 2005

I’m at a Jamba Juice in Mesa, Arizona waiting for my Berry Lime Sublime smoothie when I notice a lady staring at my America West Arena name badge. “Is Swea City, Iowa your home town?” I tell her it sure is. And how impressed I am that she pronounced it correctly. Swea City’s a small […]

Front Row

Monday, November 29th, 2004

For the past few years I’ve worked a part-time job at the Team Shop in America West Arena. It’s where the NBA’s Phoenix Suns and the Arena Football League’s Arizona Rattlers play. Like airports, it’s a venue that allows one to observe all sorts of human behavior and interaction. Anytime there are 10,000 plus people […]

“Dude, It’s Only Stuff”

Thursday, January 29th, 2004

Walking across the parking lot to my truck, I looked up at the blue sky and thought how glad I am to live where I’m not shoveling snow the day before New Year’s Eve. Unlocking the door on my Mazda and getting in the way I’ve done thousands of times, I stopped half way. The […]

Airport Tag

Sunday, June 23rd, 2002

It was relatively quiet for a late afternoon at the Omaha airport. I was waiting out a two hour layover, pondering the price of a Diet Coke and cookie I had just purchased. “$5.80? Pardon me, miss, but is there a major league baseball game going on behind this counter?” She gave me an “I […]

Standing In Line

Monday, June 3rd, 2002

I have a bad feeling as soon as I walk through the door. To my right, a guy in a chair is trying to keep hold of a squirming, screaming pre-schooler. To my left, a young mother bounces a yelling toddler on one knee while rocking a baby in a car seat with her foot. […]

Annie’s Duffle Bag

Tuesday, May 14th, 2002

“Excuse me…could I get a drink of water?” She must have asked the question at least three times but I didn’t hear her over the spray of the garden hose. It was a Saturday afternoon during my last year of seminary. I was washing my truck in the driveway and a couple of stubborn tar […]