Happy shivers........

Hit.  Spit. Cuss. Slam. Throw. I'm a people person for goodness sakes!  Leave me alone, please?

Seems all that gobbledygook is within our resume', LinkedIn, past, present, been-there-done-that, being, innards, sometimes sneaking outtards.

Life is a literal UP, NMOp.

Thankfully (enter puppy dog tails wagging here, or, finding a $20 bill in a pair of jeans, or, hearing "let's chase each other 'round the room tonight") VICTOR! OK, sorry, but, if that ain't happy shivers, I ain't sure what is.

Yesterday was spent with 4 straight hours on the phone with Spectrum, then, DirectTV. (Hit. Spit. Cuss. Slam - blog for another day... or, better not to.)

Today, I've spent considerable time trying to get on BrainyQuotes to hunt, peck for quotes about 'Taken for granted."  Katy barred the door, seven times I've clicked the I aint a robot box but they ain't lettin' me in.  Hit,. Spit. Cuss.  Nah, not worth getting upset over.

I was reasonably busy breaking my arm patting myself on the back in that affliction has helped me not take much for granted.. ....... (which, the back patting, I KNOW is idiotic)... and honest to goodness I wasn't giving my affliction the "WHY ME?" look.  I am really really really aware how lucky I am, have been in life.

That said, seems there are times ya wanna tap someone on the shoulder and remind them....... do you have any idea what a gift is is to simply walk?  Fer sure, it's the rule "Be thankful for what ya got" and I am.

And, I think by now we've all heard the story...... the little boy who wanted new shoes, felt sorry for himself, then saw a boy who had a gigantic hole in his shoe, felt sorry for himself, then, he saw a boy with no shoes, and yes, he felt sorry for himself, but too, then he saw a little boy with no feet.  A lesson for us on in being thankful for what we do have.

There is a person on this planet I am very close to... she's going thru some neurological things... along with which comes difficulty in fine motor skills with her hands.  She feels stressy when she goes to pay by card and struggles briefly trying to get the card in the slot.  Magnification times twelve (at least we perceive that) of, by, the eyeballs of the people behind in line.  There are, assuredly, some really really really ugly "Hurry it up wouldya lady?" people in the land.  

But too.......for every booger flicker like that there are a hunnerd and twelve remarkable, understanding, yummy folks that, give ya happy shivers.

I had a cousin who got cancer.  He was so, so positive and reflective.  He confided with me, "Why not me?".  It put him closer to God, family, quality in his life.

This whole blog was brought on by my eyeballs experiencing the over a hunnerd and twelve remarkable understanding, yummy folks, that, give ya happy shivers.

Daily.  Literally daily, I have people, complete strangers, stop everything that's going on in their life, focus on me 'cause it's plain to see "he ain't right" (me, eh, humor helps!).. and offer to help, "anything I can do?.... can I get that for you?... Need a hand?"...

THEY, hella nicer than I fer sure, STOP their life to offer to help me.  Happy shivers. (Victor, I think this is where Sir Mick might tell you and your HIT. SPIT. CUSS. SLAM. THROW. to HEY, HEY, YOU, YOU, GET OFF MY CLOUD!)  Complete unselfishness, them stopping in their tracks what they are/were doing, offering assistance to me, or anyone needing help, when they are on their own, precious time.  Yummy.  Happy Shivers.

Mick, right you are mate.  Happy shivers.  And, ya ain't even gotta have an affliction to be on the receiving end of "anything I can do to help?... can I carry that for you?"  There be really good people out there.

Hey Brainy Quote, I am human, hear me roar.. good people in numbers too big to ignore.

It's my hope, all the booger flickers on the planet, hear "Don't hang around 'cause twos a crowd."  You tell 'em Mick, I'll pat ma foot.

So........... I reckon, Hit spit cuss throw slam, in private.  Don't take nuttin' for granted.  Be thankful for what ya do have. (Victor, you trying to emulate that Olsteen dude?) Nuh uh.  Just thinking out loud.

I hope a bit'a them good, wunnerful humans rubs off on me, us.

All we are is dust in the wind.

(Dust causes boogers, so we needta be careful where we flick 'em!)

By Henry Gibson

Love, Victurd