George Brett and I went to different schools together.
I've a buddy who at a waaaaay too young of an age, developed a neurological condition, forcing him to go on disability... a forever kinda thing. And, oh yeah, he's kicked cancer's butt (twice) when told "you got 5 yrs max"... ahm, throw in a heat attack, and.... for good measure, let's add a fall to break his hip. What is there to brag about all that Victor? He's never ever said 'why me', I have never seen him bitch, moan, cry - ALL he does is smiles (again and again), then gets back up, brushes himself off, and smiles again and again and again. That. That's what to brag about.
My sister. VICTOR, don't do this, every time you make your damn blog personal, folks run. I don't care. I'm gonna brag on her. My sister had a habit of lighting up rooms wherever she went. She had an affinity for all, but, it twas the little ones where she thrived, made her living - and, either she copied their exuberance for life, or, vice versa, I ain't sure. She was a Giver, capital G. Friends, family, recent acquaintance, it didn't matter - she would give, give, give - be it gifts, words, love, food, anything, and then, turn it all around to let everyone know SHE was the lucky one to be with you. I dunno how she did it, but she always did. Brag. Sorry.
Young people. "Oh we're in trouble. They're rude, crude, they sleep in, don't do anything, don't work, don't care, don't do nuttin' except marry, bury heads in their electronics." I call... well... I call... well, that ain't how I've seen it. Every day, I, we, see it. Interacting with, running into, youth - we remember back long ago when we were in that spot (us.. being around old)... and we had (at least inwardly thought) that 'beep beep, move it over OG, hurry up Mister, I've got bigger, better to do." NOPE. I wanna brag about youth today. Every day I'm made to feel better thanks to the kindness, concern, and genuineness of them. Scoff at the notion of a bleak tomorrow. All States, we're in good hands. Young folks, thank you.
Math. Specifically, division. Sure, there's admitted concern for our Country due to division. That said, I ain't real sure where you've been... but... I've been to ballgames... small golf outings.. perty big golf outings... to the grocery store... to plays.. a movie... dining establishments... retail joints.. gas stations.. the library... barber shop... thrift store... fire pits.. back decks.. on a plane.. a train... in an automobile... even a bus... DIVISION, in each, every instance, is non existent. (We turn the switch to the boob tube or the wifi electronic device, and whoop, there it (division) is... but hopefully you get my drift. I'm bragging on my Country. I believe in my Country. We will make it. We will be ok. We love one another. And, if that word ain't in your vocabulary, take two aspirin and call me in the morning.
Smiles.
Smiles. All different sizes, colors, ages, stranger, friend, lover, relative - they're everywhere, they've everywhere.... right Chickenman?
"It's not bragging if you can back it up." Muhammad Ali
ALL that 'junk' and we never mentioned dogs, cats, horse, Nature, beauty, vacays, grocery store loss leaders, oh baby oh babys (well, hell, why not?)....
Life's a party. Right Garth?
Love, Victurd
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