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Life Support

Today, well, I’m not quite in the mood for writing. Life has its way of catching up with us once in a while, for some reason I do not understand, Halloween this year brought with it a sadness I haven’t felt in some time, surrounding my son, Brandon. We had a blizzard here one Halloween, long ago now, but it was a real snow storm even for this area. We were, the boys and I, living at a place named Silver Oaks, we were there only one year, they declined to renew our acquaintanceship, because of, well, yes, Brandon. The same reason we’d left the last place we had lived – he was having his terrible twos reincarnated by several powers of ten, and it wasn’t just one year, but that year was among the hardest. But it wasn’t that I’ve been feeling, it was this sense of missing him. That’s never really gone, of course, but this was a little different somehow. And, my thoughts have been with my oldest son, well, my only remaining child, who has been having an extended period of bad timing, bad luck, and bad, well, just about everything, I’d of said karma, but THAT I don’t believe in, and am supported in this belief by jen. Which I know is very anti-New Age, and I am nothing if not of a New Age. So who said life, and those in it, couldn’t sometimes be contradictory? Is not life itself? So the mood for this hasn’t been, well, not what I want it to be when I write here. But tonight I do want to say a couple things – hey, I heard that boo! :^)

I do have this thing I’m working on for here, and it is sort of big, so I’m gathering ammo, giggle, okay, loading my squirt gun, because I’m going to talk about how we could change the world. Overnight. The idea itself comes from the very last part of book 2 in the CWG series, which I’ve barely talked about at all here, but it fits with the issues in education I talked about earlier this week. What I’m doing is updating the numbers, which is surprisingly easy, and not. So things are sort of percolating there and will for another couple days, I think. But in the meantime, I got this little newsletter from Steve Goodier, reproduced with permission, as always. Steve, when I first started getting his newsletter, many years back, did it daily, other obligations grew for him and so it is now periodic, and not necessarily even weekly, sometimes a couple weeks will go by, but he is always welcome in my mailbox, for that matter, he’d be welcomed in my home, though he be a minister, giggle, not one with whom I’d normally be in sync with, as for the most part, organized religion and I are sort of on the outs, I am in many ways the antithesis of organized religion and may yet be its bane. But never its enemy. I love Steve’s wisdom, I love what catches his eye. And rather than forward his newsletter as I have in the past, I sometimes put it in here – yes, with permission, in case anyone wonders, lol. This one is both amusing and wise. So take a look. I’ll be back after. For a bit.

AIN’T NOTHIN’ YOU CAN DO

Jewish humor has it that a rookie recruit for the New York City Police
had passed all of his examinations except public health. The police
surgeon said, “Well, Murphy, you’ve done very well. I’ll ask you one
question and if you do all right on that, you can become a cop.”

He wanted to ask him how he would respond if a rabid dog bit somebody;
for instance, what does he know about the disease, how would he treat
the victim, whom would he call and so forth. The doctor said, “Now,
tell me, what is rabies, and what are you going to do about it?”

“Well, Captain,” Murphy replied, “rabies is Jewish priests, and there
ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.”

There “ain’t nothin’ you can do” about quite a few situations! And
it’s true with people, too. There ain’t nothin’ you can do about the
way they are, so it is fruitless to try to change them into something
else. You are wise to learn to accept them without conditions,
understand them the best you can and love them anyway. For they
probably won’t change much and there just ain’t nothin’ you can do
about it.

Sam Keen Christine said, “We come to love, not by finding a perfect
person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.” It’s
all about acceptance. — Steve Goodier

It is, isn’t it? All about acceptance? What else could matter more? What else could do more for this poor world, in this very moment, then acceptance? No more hating anything different, no more prejudice, no more fighting over whose idea of God is best, or bestest, no more killing each other over ideas that not one of us can prove without question. Acceptance. Then too, the idea embodied in that last quote is the essence of wisdom, is it not? “We come to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.” We all have our blemishes, those who love us do not see them. Maybe we could learn to do that on a broader scale. Maybe we could learn that as we teach our children it is impolite to stare at someone differently abled, it is impolite to consider anyone differently abled. Maybe we could learn to love each other as we are, not as we wish we were, nor as we wish “they” were, as we/they ARE. Wouldn’t that be a nice first step toward civilization? much love, :^) gene

p.s. I said on my main site, that I’ve posted the light stories many times over the years, in many places, and always have met interesting people, but no one with the same or similar experience. Jen always told me I’d never find another, but that it was okay to look. I did meet a lot of people, but, as I think back, look back, through my saved mails and such, a relative handful of people would have seen them. The idea of doing a website came to me a long time ago, I have a version of what is on the main page sketched into a book from 9 years ago. I sort of was “pushed” into finally doing this. What I find interesting is that the site was up for a bit of August and all of September, but I didn’t submit it anywhere until mid-September. This little graphic below is from my web host’s statistical software and shows the number of people, not bots, actual people who found and saw the stories on my main site. Jen said she’d bring people to them. And she wasn’t lying. 1646 unique visitors to the site. 9542 hits on the site from search engines, but 1646 people. You can tell they didn’t read everything, lol, but hey, jen was right all along. Just put it out there and they will come. No point beyond that. This isn’t Field of Dreams, well, not really. But it is still ironically amusing to me. Maybe to you too. :^)

pp.s. giggle. or is that p.p.s? Or neither? Doesn’t matter. I don’t know that anyone but me has noticed this, and why would you, lol, but I am on the search for the perfect blue. I have color charts, beware, giggle, and each of my siggies, of late has featured a different shade of blue. This one is royal blue. Still not right. So, I’ll keep looking. Looking is half the fun anyway, isn’t it? :^)

If today brings even one choice your way
choose to be a bringer of the light :^) gene