We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. Amen! The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be Happy - its ALL that matters. Audrey Hepburn Can I get another Amen! Well I just want to thank Cox Communications for having technical difficulties in my neighborhood that did not allow me to write my Post yesterday. It gave me celebrity status. I had people texting me, inboxing me, sending me messages, asking what was wrong? I felt so needed and wanted.Thank each and everyone of you. I did manage to get my Birthday wishes out, I would have felt horrible if that had not happened. So now that Im back...lets get on with it. In the last few days I have seen remarkable signs of people going out of their way to be kind to others. Now we can all say its that time of year. But thats not true. We can always look for the worst case scenarios if we try, but why should we? Human factor? Societal trends? Negativeness? What? OK ...Im going to need you to use your imagination right here. While speaking a couple of years ago to a WWII veteran he explained something to me. Give me a second to really get you in the thought process you need to be in. He was from the Midwest,hard working country boy that had gotten the pleasure of enlisting in the Army. He had never been in a plane before or had ever seen anyone outside his small town of one hundred and sixty eight people. He only knew the good in all people. So, once he got to boot camp he explained to me that he was no different than anyone else. They were all scared. Fear forced friendships. He had never met other Nationalities or Cultures outside his home town. So it was, what some would say... uncomfortable, coming outside your comfort zone.But this was bound to happen..this was wartime. At first some people wouldnt talk to other people, of different cultures and colors. But then after spending times in the trenches of war, looking outward at ugliness makes you appreciate the beauty next to you. People not only become your friend they become your lifeline. Of course the ones that seem to get along with everyone are usually criticized by the others. Then his face went from an angry look to a sadden look, tears filled his eyes as he went on to finish his story. He was a paratrooper, so he told me the only plane he wanted to sit down in was the one that was taking his a$$ home. I smiled. He got more and more solemn in his speech. His emotions were reliving the story he was telling me...I could see it. The story was getting harder to tell. The transport plane that was carrying him home, along with hundreds of others, others of multicultured and colors. He stopped to explain there was a trough that went down the center of the plane that carried or transported soldiers. It was in case there was vomiting or excessive bleeding. On this given flight, the one everyone on it had been waiting for. It was time to go HOME. There was no cultural or color barrier there...Home is Home. All at once a very LOUD explosion, people were screaming, hot metal from the exterior wall of the plane pierced through their bodies like they were made of Styrofoam. The sights and sounds were horrific.to this young man who had just a few less people than his whole town with him. The plane was headed downward in a tail spin. He stopped, pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his beyond sincere eyes, to finish the story. He explained that he woke up thirty six hours later in a hospital. Looking all around he saw the casualties of war. He didnt remember much from the plane crash, which only left him and two others to survive. What he based his whole life on afterwards was the trough. Before he passed out, he remembered looking down into the trough and seeing it full of bright red blood, running through it like a river. It was ALL red. All of it. Everyone on that plane, of every culture, color or belief bled the exact same color...Red. He learned at a very young age not to judge people by the outside, knowing what he knew about the inside. He went on to raise a family, own a couple of businesses and became just a Good person in his community. Then retired and grew old with the love of his life. Hopefully he is still telling his story, but if he has gone on to that final resting place, I hope this time his trough is filled with gold. Have you seen your trough yet? People share the same things, financial problems, emotional stress, separations, deaths, fond memories of passed loved ones Tis the season...to treat people kindly. Let the season live beyond the month of December, keep it ALL the year through. We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope Have a Great weekend! Thanks for missing me yesterday!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 10:26:06 +0000
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