Sunday Morning Coming Down
I was chatting with a friend yesterday on Facebook...thanks for the kind words Jean...who inspired me to write this morning. Writing for this bit of shit and wit is a chore for me sometimes now and just knowing that there are some of you who come by to see what I have to rant or laugh or cry about does make it worthwhile. So....Here it is another "Sunday Morning Coming Down" and as usual it is not my favorite morning of the week. It has been a long week for me. Someone close to me is stressed out right now over an illness in the household and there is not a damn thing I can do to help except be here for that person to lean on. I am just a phone call away and it seems to help but it is just not like being there in person.
When I was on active duty I had a sign under the glass on my desk that hit me in the face when I sat down..."LEAD, FOLLOW, OR GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!". I always thought of myself as both a good follower and a good leader...and those of you who have 'been there' know that in order to be an effective leader you must first learn to follow. But, what can one do in a situation when someone close but yet far away is having problems?
Lead, follow, or get out of the way just doesn't apply...so maybe just being here for that one to talk to and lean on is the answer...I hope so.
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It is times like this that I have a serious conversation with my creator...and hope that she is listening. I do believe in miracles...or at least that things happen that are beyond the comprehension of we mere mortals. So, maybe sometimes the creator will intervene in the course of human events...maybe at the request of a conversation such as mine or maybe just on an impulse. But whatever, I hope she is listening to me right now because I am doing some serious begging.
No, my friends, I am not begging for my creator for a miraculous healing...just for strength and wisdom for both the one close to me and me. I have always heard that what doesn't kill us will make us stronger if we survive...and so far I am a survivor.
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It is a chilly 32F in my part of Florida...damn! If anyone happened to see Al Gore how about jamming that Nobel Prize he got for being the best liar up his ass for me?
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The jumpstart is hot and strong and I popped a darvocet early to get these cold morning arthritic fingers to work. My angel of the morning told me she loved me and that makes life worth living and gives me hope for tomorrow. And, if I can get up the ambition I do have some wit as well as some shit to post for you. Y'all come, heah?














