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It does.

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Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.
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Now that the day is closing down, there are a few more from the 18th to share. Not so much anything specific. Just the sense.

There are times when things happen – but not right, misunderstandings occur, plans disintegrate, work goes for naught, you don’t like where you’re at, ad infinitum. Trying moments for sure. Designated to test, elicit a response and create an outcome.

Had some of those the 16th, into the 17th and then on into today. Frustrating to say the least. Not in the best position to be tested. Wasn’t part of my plan. The mettle was deficient. But I stayed put. And even though I hadn’t studied, I took them.

Not so much by answering the challenges they posed, by trying something different, planning in and all around it, trying to figure the root cause or engaging in some form of life’s trials dissection.

No, this time, I just stayed put. In the moment. And let things happen.

Time moved. But I tempered the usual frenzy within and staid still.

I sensed movement. More time was allowed to pass.

I remained still. Quiet. Things changed a little more. Stress lessened.

More time? Issues dissipated. Mood altered. New outlook.

Still more time?

Whoa.. Where am I? How did this happen?

Wait!

This is great!

So much to be learned from simply letting go.

And letting life’s best partner take care of things.

It all started with the gift of today.

And just when you think it cannot get better?

It does.

Love.

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Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
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In today’s climes, this is quite the topic. It gets bantied about like no body’s business. It has a more sacred meaning to me. That being said, what follows will truly be shocking to those that have come to know how this football noggin works. I went a little deeper to find the origins of the word.

Turns out, it’s Greek to me. Well, Greek to all. But I digress…

The root Patēr (πατήρ), meaning “father is from where it stems. Then, becoming patrios, meaning “of one’s father,”  followed by patriot (πατριώτης), meaning “from the same country” or “fellow countryman”.

Now there are fathers and there is a Father. It only stands to reason then there are fatherlands and a Fatherland. My perspective regarding things have been the subject reflection and change of late. And if you look at things the way I have been, we are all of one Father. Hence, then we are all born out of the same Fatherland.

This means that we are all from the same country and are fellow country men. And women. It is just that the corresponding topography is immense, far and ever so wide. Commutes may require planes, trains, automobiles, or even ships. Thank goodness for Apple Translate. Talk about gerrymandering. Sheesh.

A patriot, then is meant to support, serve and defend our country men and women. Primarily through sacrifice, selflessness, respect and above all love. That is how our Father would want us to serve our fellow countrymen and women. Through out the Fatherland.

You will notice there is no mention of ego in how I choose to regard this subject. That is because it isn’t needed to support, serve and defend our country men and women. All that is required is sacrifice, selflessness, respect and above all love.

The type given to us by our Father.

Throughout all of the Fatherland.

Love.

And I still get there in time.

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Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?
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No.

Cannot say that I ever have.

Intentional, yes.

My breaks generally involve trying to keep pace with traffic in these parts.

I am not into formula one tactics like most others around town. I wonder what it is like to be so important, urgently needed and so tightly scheduled that you have to drive at double the speed limit, roll stop signs and red lights and pass cars on the right at intersections.

But traveling on the highways is a totally different animal. There is this caravan mentality where drivers twenty or more over the limit snake and weave in and out all three or four lanes. Just because. I have a speed limit plus seven rule I follow. My guess in that the speed guns are set at ten over, so I am gonna stay under.

My full intention is not to be unintentional.

Suits me just fine.

And I still get there in time.

And so it will be written.

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If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?
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Boy, this really made me think.

Someone would actually commit themselves to writing my life story. I haven’t been as committed as I should to writing my own. And someone wants that chore? Yikes.

I don’t know how you would combine comedy/horror/drama into one word. Comorrama?

To be honest, Folgers made things percolate a little and brewed up a couple of ideas.

“W.I.P.” That pretty much sets the tone.

Or maybe “Unfinished.”

“What were you thinking?” And should they have the wherewithal to write a sequel, “Or not.”

First, being considered as a potential subject for a biography is tough to grasp. I spent much of my life setting myself apart from others in self destructive manners. That being said, I am not really keen on having that bound between two hard covers so that I can stand out, alone, on some shelf. Had enough of solitary confinement, thank you.

I get that sharing trials and tribulations via the written word may help others to finally see theirs too. But those words cannot just sit, they need to find their way out. I already work on that by other means and ways. Publication is not needed for that venture. Just being fully in the moment with others is.

And what tends to come out when I do this is what should be seen in others. Not because I say so, but simply because it is, and for some reason, it just gets overlooked. That one I have practiced to perfection. Not knowing what it is I have, can be or to the point – am. So I am not sure how that is translated biographically.

I guess that is what first started as motivational tomes for student-athletes has morphed into mostly just insights into the things I finally sense, see and hear. You can start out one way, but if you are open to change, growth and actually living, then good things happen. What you were meant to be comes into view, and that is simply where you want to go.

So a hundred or so words later, still no clue what a biography about me might be called. If I were allowed to bend the rules a smidge, I could go the autobiographical route. Then, “…my temporary assignment” works just fine.

And so it will be written.