Kids Show Us How To Age

84cb458f9b871a57ef5e163ef3a08cb3They are carefully held at birth, some in proverbial swaddling clothes, fed often, night light turned on, homework completed, learning not to just print, small tasks are assigned to begin testing the waters, ironing and folding are folded into their growing equation.

They were taught how to hold on and let go at any early age and many will consult you about your investments and lack of risky ingenuity that now makes your retirement shaky.  You watch them grow as you age.

I feel sorry for Catholic priests, brothers and sisters  (including me) who have no gauge of growing older except through their own bodies.  Connecting with a neighboring family is cute touch but can never replace watching a child of your own mature.   A “Peter Pan” syndrome can easily become their lives – the eternal youth – that aging sometimes bypasses.  But this not about us Catholic-types but about those little things who now communicate in full sentences complete with verbs and descriptive adverbs.  The living room rug is no longer the center of their lives.  They now realize what anxiety feels like as well as doubt.  The choices you made for them now surround their lives – in the newspapers they read, partisan TV news and, of course, how you’re reading this.

You feel your age Christmas after Christmas as they enlarge their minds with their own families, jobs and waistlines.

Growing up you were surrounded by the people you’ve now become.  You may have pointed to a picture on the wall and asked your mother, “Who is that?” as she proudly said that’s your great-grandmother.  Soon your picture will hang behind your daughter’s couch as her daughter points to you and wonders who that person is inside a gold frame.

As youngsters we wondered who those older people were who we’d see once or twice a year laughing and talking on our couch, not sure what the conversation was about.  “And, what did they do all day!?”

You’ve aged because your children have aged and now have come of age.  All of your wishing and hoping for their future lives is now on display for you during a Christmas dinner.  You quietly smile to yourself as you look behind the couch and wonder what space your portrait will grace.

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Angels in the Snow

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Bright and early we’re outside all bundled up with the sun shining and mounds of snow still on the ground.  The cold air doesn’t even register against our bodies as it will many years later.  (“Wind chill” wasn’t invented yet.)    We frolic (who even uses that word outside of Christmas?!) and play with no aim or goal.  It’s winter and we’re outside with snow all around us with our noses matching Rudolph’s but it doesn’t register in our slow-evolving brains about hypothermia or losing a limb before our grade school graduation.  (The “Most Likely to Succeed with Only One Limb” is…)

Why create an angel in the snow escapes me.  No one told us to do it.  There’s no “snow rule” about creating something out of that white stuff that breaks parent’s backs and causes slipping cars to slip into each other.  How many characters could be chosen but it’s the steady waves of arms and legs that creates my temporary remembrance.  It’s an angel we wish to be remembered by before remembering became important.

My funeral finally arrives and, alas, I’m not there but wearing clothes someone thought I look good in.  (I hope it’s not a Roman collar with a rosary in my hands.)

Many wonderful words are said about me – some made up, others partly true.  “Angel” may not be mentioned but lots of angelic attributes will be awarded me.  I guess we always speak well of the deceased in the hope that the favor be returned.

I created many snowy angels.  The next day I’d forget where I made it or new snow covered my divine imprint.

We all wish to be remembered years after our death.  If you’re rich then “legacy” is used or you get a building to perpetuate your name.  (Try not to get a college dorm named after you, it may become known as the “party dorm” and your legacy takes on a new twist.)  Families are the best for remembering as long as they’re old enough to recognize you and young enough to talk about you when you’re gone.

It is this temporary life thing that gets us going.  We’d like to know that we were here, perhaps made a difference or at least didn’t make life difficult for someone.  The remembering of our lives is best kept within our hearts.  Let the survivors survive of us what they will, it’s up to their kind words.  It’s our remembering that carries us along – all the times regardless of their tones or moods.  A movie begins with a thought that I truly love, “It may not be the way it happened but it’s the way that I remember it.”  So true.

Creating a devil in the snow was also possible; you can do the horns once you bounce up.  But it was temporary angels created on those cold, snowy mornings along with lots of laughter and talking about absolutely nothing but seemingly important.  We run inside the house for hot chocolate and to warm up and hopefully carrying some angelic traits throughout our lives as well as a few devilish deeds.

Life is temporary.  Snow-made angels don’t last long.  Kind words at funerals end when the cake is served.  Remember and cherish moments in life but keep moving forward.  The neighbors might call for help if I ran outside now to make an angel in the snow.

books by Fr. Joe Jagodensky, SDS, available in paperback or Kindle at Amazon:
“Soulful Musings”
“Living Life’s Mysteries”
“Spiritual Wonderings and Wanderings”
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Air-Miles for Jesus

28aFrank Sinatra knows what he’s singing about.  It’s not about the destination but it’s all about the flight.  “Come, fly with me.”  Flying “Coach” is the one who takes little risks, says the right things and ruffles very little feathers hoping to just get there for a safe landing.  In other words, “Coach” is “Now Here to safely There.”  Flying “Business” is the exciting way to travel.  “Business” began at your birth and continues through this “gift” of life – “Business” is full of taking risks – failures and learned lessons, wrong friendships but finding the right partner.  “Business” is full of adventure with wisdom that enlarges, builds up strength, raises fortitude with an always awe for our Creator. “Business” is not “Now Here and safely There” but it is fully “Here.”

I’ve been earning air-miles for years hoping to build them up into a free trip or at least a discount.  (Sounds like a good Catholic?)
Southwest who took over Air Tran was an adjustment for me since I’ve used Air Tran for years.  Southwest offers a downsized way to travel so my over 34,000 earned miles with them may never be used.  Southwest Airlines can be called “Catholic-lite” because it pretends to be something that it is not.  It’s a complete risk-free “Coach” intended to get you to your destination with an imitation “Business” section.  But Southwest’s one free drink and four inches of extra butt room does not a “Business Class”  or a “church” make.
What does this have to do with our Christian faith?  I’ve been raking in air-miles toward heaven since I was born – by keeping careful track of what’s been banked (my wonderful personality) and what’s expired (“I don’t sin!  I have lapsed moments.).  Catholics call them indulgences, complete with earned benefits and rewards when properly accumulated and then cashed in when you, well, cash in.
My favorite presently is Delta Airlines – a classy airline but with very baffling rules.  (Sound Catholic to you?)  Silver, Gold, Platinum and Diamond are Delta’s rungs toward salvation.  I’m at 23,542 “MQM,” which stands for medallion qualifying “miles” in reaching platinum.  It’s a goal I know I can reach if I was just a nicer person.  Does God want what Delta wants?  Do you really believe that God teases you just to tease you like God did to Job?  (It’s my own fault, when I was 8 years old, I should have chosen Delta and flown all over the place!)
Delta also have “MQS” or medallion qualifying “segments.”  It appears Delta give you points for stopping and getting back on again.  Interesting.  Isn’t that what God says to us every step of life’s way, “Stop and get back on” – again and again.  How many heavenly miles is that worth?
When I reach a certain rung, Delta’s survey assures me that every Delta employee I meet will use my name.  (Do I need to hear “Jagodensky” mutilated all morning?)  Please bear in mind the middle letter, “Q,” qualifying.  I may think I qualify but the Delta folks and God may not agree.
What does this have to do with our Christian faith?  The Bible says, “justification through faith alone.” Those four words puzzle us Christians.  Where does “good works” fit into this salvation picture?  Is thinking positive thoughts about someone each day worth at least a mile or two?  Is holding a door for people worth three miles for me and they lose five miles when they hold the same door?  (As though I was going to release it early?!)  How about helping a friend move?  That’s got to be worth at least 25,000 miles.  (30,000 if it’s Saturday.  It kills the whole day!)  The one I love is this one.  I get angry at a good friend because of something he did.  So, do my miles cancel themselves out?  I earned fifty miles for being honest with him but in my anger lose those fifty miles.
“How many miles does it take to get me to heaven?”  You cannot earn what’s already been earned for you because of what began this very night.
We know God’s gift of Jesus to us is a completely free and unearned gift but we still play these miles games with the greatest part of our lives: salvation.  We just can’t seem to believe and own that this gift of life and its completion is completely free.  How many of us prefer to sit in airplane’s ”Coach” – ”the seat’s a little tight and the bathroom’s okay, I think I’ll stay here.”  We refuse the “Business” that Jesus will obtained for us through his resurrection.  Our Christian motto ought to be, “Jesus earned, we received and now we respond.”

How often do we choose the safety of “Coach” with our indifferences, lacklusters, passionless and complacent lives when our religious miles have already been counted and cashed in by God’s Son.  That’s the Christmas gift to each of us tonight.  Jesus earned for us all the miles we need to live a full and meaningful life, as Mel Torme’ wrote for us “whether we’re one or ninety-two.”  Can we unwrap this freely given gift, receive it in humility and then say each day, “Thank you?”  And then say, “Your Son earned it.  We’ve received it.  Now we respond.”
We then use this life’s gift with grace and fortitude and all the “MQS’s” zeal and fire we can muster.  God doesn’t want a medallion from us but we do believe God wants the passions, the carings, the concerns that surround us – especially in the less fortunate, very especially toward the less fortunate among us.
God’s “qualified” us for a life that’s already been achieved.  God doesn’t us to be “Now here to safely There” creations of Himself.  Fly “Business” every chance you get.  “Now Here to Safely There” is purely selfish.  Scrooge’s conversion to a fuller life comes about by the powerful comment, “Humanity is your business.”  Humanity is our business.
I wrote this two weeks ago and just learned from Delta that I now have a “Gold” standing with them.  That means that I will not be seeing you all in purgatory.  Sorry.  The recorded telephone message the rest of you will hear is, “I’m sorry for any inconvenience in your flight delays – your call is very important to us, we value you as a customer – please, stay on hold a little while longer, a Delta representative will be with you shortly.” And then, after and being on-hold with weird music, a guy from India whom you can’t understand will baffle you with even more regulations.
God tells us tonight to worry not about the destination but to do your life’s work here and now – this night and tomorrow night and the night after that, and all the while in between saying to ourselves and everyone around us … “just enjoy the ride.”

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Christmas Wish List

The waiting is over.  The waiting is truly over.

  • The clock has stopped
  • The bus has arrived
  • The pot is boiling
  • The movie’s started
  • The bill’s been paid
  • The alarm clock is buzzing
  • The doctor will see you now
  • The battery’s dead
  • The fat lady sang
  • Godot is standing in front of you
  • “shhh…shhh…shhh” The record’s over
    (You have to be older for that one)
  • The cat’s out of the bag
  • The light turned green
  • The results are in
  • The homework’s all finished
  • it’s been taken off the back burner
  • your thumbs are now free
  • the curtain’s been raised
  • (Mother talking), “Didn’t I tell you this would happen?”
  • I found a fourth
  • the coin’s been tossed
  • opportunity has knocked
  • “She looks so natural in the casket”
  • “It’s showtime”
  • the ship has docked
  • the ice has melted
  • your time has come
  • The mailman is here
  • The gate is closing
  • The child made curfew
  • The sun has set
  • It’s 5 o’clock somewhere
  • The check’s arrived
  • (Red Skelton),  “Good night and God Bless.”
  • (Jackie Gleason), “Can I have a little traveling music please?”
  • (Jesus Christ), “It is finished”

The waiting is truly over.  It’s time.  Time for…

  • overdue forgiveness toward a friend
  • overdue forgiveness toward yourself
  • the unsaid word of gratitude
  • the unwritten “thank you” note
  • an emptying of grudges
  • a release of comparisons
  • the painful confrontation
  • that unread book
  • that dreamed trip never taken
  • that son who doesn’t call you
  • that daughter who thinks you don’t act your age
  • that excellence in work you promised yesterday
  • release of silly, nonproductive thoughts
  • that shy neighbor you’d swear is a terriorist
  • fulfilling a promise that now’s lost with a new promise to be honored in 2016
  • the peace and contentment expected tomorrow

The baby’s been born.  It is time.

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God, Jr.

conversations-with-jesus_std_t_ntThere are probably worst things in the world but that list would have to include being named after your father, as in ”Junior.”

You don’t believe me?  Just think of poor Frank Sinatra,… Jr.  I can rest my case. This poor guy has to carry his father’s handle throughout his life.  Imagine the conversations upon meeting poor Frank, Jr.  How long would it take before the conversation sways to, “So, what was it like being raised by a saloon singer?” “Was he home much?” “Did he play ball with you?” Frank, Jr.’s responses would need to be courteous because he’s representing not himself but his father.

Or worse still, does he ever represent himself!  No one will ever say to Frank, Jr., “Wasn’t your father somebody famous?” or “What are you up to these days?”

To walk in the shadow of someone is truly daunting. You become someone else’s shadow.  How can you not think at the end of a day, “Why doesn’t anyone ask me anything about me?” And so your life is lived.

I heard Frank Jr. sing in a concert once. We went to his concert because, well, he’s the son of…  He wasn’t very good but it’s the closest we got to, well, you know who.  Last Sunday, television honored Frank’s 100th birthday, if Frank wasn’t dead.  Did “Jr.” sing?  Nope.  Did “Jr.” get to say something?  Nope again.  Tony Bennett, who should be dead was there.  And he sang!

Who’s the shadow to Johnny Carson?  Who’s the shadow to Joey Bishop? Who’s Jack Benny’s shadow? Here’s one that you may not know, who’s Merv Griffin’s shadow?  And just to be contemporary, who’s Jimmy Fallon’s shadow?  (Steve Higgins.)

I guess you know where I’m leading with this.  John the Baptist was Jesus’ warm-up act.  He was not the center of attention as much as he may have wanted the attention – with his weird outfit and still weirder diet.  John had an act but it was not a hard act to follow.  His was the warm-up act that doesn’t get to keep the stage for himself.  We’re amused by his warm up act but that’s not why we came to the show.  We want the main event.  Jesus comes along and had a stand-up that is still revered today.  He had the lines, he had the stories, he had the, what we’d say today, “a magical touch” (or was it a miraculous touch?).

Parents must know what it feels like to have this small, little thing running around one day and constantly eating while this small, little thing will one day advise you on your financial and retirement investments and your end-of-life matters.  (How does that all happen so quickly?)

If God named Jesus, “God, Jr.” to have him only mimic his Father then Jesus would be a puppet and we’d all be God’s puppets and completely fooled.  Jesus had to uncover his own, unique personhood or else this whole religion thing would have collapsed.

I thank my dad, Walter, daily that I’m not “Walter, Jr.” because it is not only the strange name but the baggage that I would need to carry about the real “Walter.”  (By the way, if the Holy Spirit is to be included in this happy family-thing then would she be “God, Jr., Jr,” or “God, III”?!)

I read this week about another “second-named-but-still-the-same person, person.”  We thought Jerry Falwell was dead but he cleverly named his son, “Jr.” which made him president of the school that his father founded.  (Who said you need to earn anything?)  Well, Jerry’s “Jr.” told his college aged students that “if more people had concealed-carry permits, then we could end those Muslims before they walk in and kill.”  (You realize that “Jr.” is talking now about a religion, not individuals.  His father’s voice continues through his, “Let’s teach them (them!) a lesson if they ever show up here.”  The apple doesn’t fall far from dad’s tree when he’s named you after himself.  I remember praying for a peaceful death for Jerry-then-senior but I guess my praying needs to continue.

There are two defining moments in the life of Jesus that made him his own person and hence our Savior.  The “Agony in the Garden” toward his Father and the “Wedding at Cana” toward his mom.  (Your two parents, get it?)   The “Wedding” with the miracle-wine-story shows that he wants to be identified as himself while at the same time obedient to his mother.  He does both, which is quite a trick in itself; we’ve all tried it at some point in our lives with our parents but it rarely worked for us.  The “Garden” story was Jesus’ defining moment when he realizes that he has choices, a true sign of an adult.  Jesus chooses. Jesus breaks away from God requesting, if possible, that the cup of death be passed to someone else but he chooses to be his own person and, in doing so, follows his Father.  It was a dramatic breaking away from God and his union with God, all at the same time.  Jesus becomes the “Christ” and no longer a “Jr.” because as a person he chooses his own right, in his own place – which happens, happily, to be the same purpose as his loving Father.

We shine because God’s light shines on us.  We’re not the main act when it comes to our Creator but we are the main act in our parenting, friendship and relationships but always in the shadow of our Creator.  Each of us is “John the Baptist” in our words and actions because they are always pointing toward Someone greater than ourselves.  Yes, we’re the opening act that warms up the awaiting audience to a glorious relationship with the main act, our Creator.

And then do you know what happens?  Slowly our shadow diminishes as our identity increases and our reliance upon God becomes solid.  “Lord, I can’t do this alone,” we say to ourselves, “but I know who and I am and I know that I am greater with You within me.”

Frank Sinatra, Jr.?  I feel sorry for him because his father cursed him with just a father’s name.  And, unfortunately, he can’t sing.  I regret Jerry, Jr. for furthering religious fears and division that I thought died with his father.

But John is not a junior.  His last name is his occupation.  Baptist.  (Does that make me “Joe the Priest?”)  John paves the way, pours the concrete, smooths it over carefully and welcomes the one whom he knew he was not, whose Allen Edmunds he can’t afford to buy.  But before his headless exit he commissions the top billing star by baptizing him.  The lesser baptizes the greater.  The greater cannot do what “great” means without the lessor’s anointing.  Go figure. We like to think of Baptism as the original sin stuff but how about being baptized into a life that is full of adventure, rejection, successes and then even more adventure?  John freely sends Jesus to be who he is and do what he needs to do; without the “junior” stuff.  Can we do any less with the youngsters around us?  Be less to them in order for them to be more.

If I was Frank, Jr. I’d change my name to “Sam” or “Harry” Sinatra.  That way I’d still be related to the guy but unhinged by his life and able to live the life that is mine.

Here’s one more, I can’t resist.  She’s the shadow to Fred Astaire and did it all perfectly backwards.

John has no “junior” added because he prepared and was the “Baptizer.”  What a better handle for someone than one who baptizes into life’s mysteries and excitements.  What a guy, John is, – to know his place and then to place another in his place – gracefully, humbly, willingly and freely.

books by Fr. Joe Jagodensky, SDS, available in paperback or Kindle at Amazon:
“Soulful Musings”
“Living Life’s Mysteries”
“Spiritual Wonderings and Wanderings”
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He Lifted Him Up

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“Porch night” as usual for me as the weather warms and the guy across the street exits holding his tiny son.  Like a Chinese vase, he holds him close to himself.  No carriage or stroller for this masculine guy who’s already worked his day but now comes home to his four children and especially this breakable Chinese, grace of a boy.

In the past I’ve seen him do the obligatory football throws with his two other sons.  (He has a good arm.)  His daughter seems to be in the background to my porching eyes.

Tonight he slowly strolls out with the youngest held near to him.  A half block away he easily lifts him up and places him securely on his shoulders.  The youngster’s communication is only a point of a finger and some mumbles that I can’t hear and I’m sure his father can’t understand.  The youngest is pointing to some unknown thing telling it he sees it as a part of his growing world, a world that will one day be his. After his father and mother dies.  He is telling the world that the world will soon be his, lock, stock and the proverbial barrel.

This young one at this early age will never remember the walk around the block on his big dad’s shoulders and resting on his neck, surveying what only a tall person sees.

But I hope that he will unconsciously never lose the depth and wealth and height and breathe that this world holds when he lives his life on the ground.

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A Feeble Funeral Attempt

The Circle ONEsmallerAttending a simple service for a friend in a funeral home, I was taken back by the minister.  He didn’t know the deceased but that did not prevent him from putting on a pretty good show.  The funeral home must have found him, if there’s such a thing as “Great Sermons When You Don’t Know the Person.com.”

She lived a long live and he began his sermon with the year she was born and significant events that occurred that year, in other words a trip down U.S. history’s lane, not hers.  Still a baby, I wondered how that information related to her life other than more significant events occurred that year than her birth.  He then proceeded to provide us with numbers, lots of numbers.  “She did this and that, this year and so forth.”  Why her height and weight were not provided to us still baffles me.

It was apparent to me that he had been given a data sheet about the deceased and then devised his little recitation.  Unfortunately, it was not a testimony but a timetable of numbers and figures.  (I expected a quiz at the small reception.)

Grading him while I was driving home is the following:

Delivery= A+
Periodic Smiles to Show that He Cares =A+
Ability to fill Twenty Minutes with Words =A+
Cleverly Avoiding Deceased’s Personality and Personhood =A+
Generalized Scriptural References Intended for Deceased of All Ages =A+
Ability to Collect $200.00 for a Thirty Minutes Performance =A+

She was a Milwaukee Public School teacher for over forty years, including grade school teaching and becoming a principal.  She bought a duplex to care for both of her aging parents.  She never married.  She had strong opinions about education and childhood development.  She will be missed but not because significant events occurred around her life but that she was a significant event.

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Television & Faith

TV-clipart“We interrupt this television program for this breaking news story.  Apparently two men presumably walked into a convenience store sometime around 7:00 a.m. and allegedly carrying handguns perhaps robbed the clerk and may have gotten away with an undisclosed amount of cash in a stolen car.  More details are coming and we’ll keep you posted with the latest developments.  And now back to our program.”

Viewer:  “Boy, do I now know all the facts or what?  I’m totally informed.”
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“In an apparent attempt to connect the divine with humanity – reputedly God impregnated a young girl with, as far as we know, a spirit that has been called holy.

Officials have speculated that love for His creatures was the overarching motive behind this birth.  People not at liberty to speak to the press told reporters that the baby was born in a stable although it most likely was in a cave in the Judean desert.

Flying creatures, looking presumably human, were both seen and overheard at the birth place by a group of presumed shepherds.  Alcohol is suspected to be involved in their evening activities.  Evidently, this baby’s life appears to be destined to break open the hearts of people all over the world.  No official, however, has confirmed or denied this report.

It seems to be assumed that his life will be short lived due to the jealousy and revenge of those around him.  Miracles will be reported but unsubstantiated except by those who believe in the powers that this man supposedly possesses.  In all probability, it seems this man has a remarkable ability to inspire those who hear his message.  There is no doubt that it will be a message of hope for those who need it and a strengthening of hope for those who already exhibit it.

It’s been taken as fact that this man, unnamed at this time, will die a horrible death designed for criminals and outlaws.  Sources have already reported a darkening of the sky on that sad day sometime in the man’s 33rd year.  Banks and businesses are likely to be closed during this time, so please plan ahead.

Rumors have already abound that three days after this man’s death, he will return from the dead disguised as a gardener.  In the unlikely event of this actually happening, an informant has revealed that a woman of ill-repute (though now dismissed) will be the first to see him.  Evidently, this will not sit well with the twelve individuals (men) who gave up everything to be with this man.  Forty days after this alleged event, this man will leave this world by bodily raising himself to the clouds along with the flying creatures seen earlier at the beginning of his life.  Again, alcohol appears to be involved.

Several people in the now have reasoned that this man’s life will impact generations of people to come.  This has not, however, been confirmed.  Stay tuned for further developments in this ever-breaking story.”

Interesting how we believe television and doubt our faith.

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Garbage Day

garbageTomorrow is garbage day in my neighborhood which includes recycling.  The six year old across the street is commissioned by his family to broker the recycling bin down the driveway and to the corner.  Not an easy task for a youngster who is slightly smaller than the tall bin.

He succeeds his journey by only halfway when the bin falls and the two-week refuse is released with excess liquid.  He ponders the situation for quite awhile for a young mind and even attempts a re-lift but it will not budge.  He yells help to his year older brother while I wonder if I should help him but I remind myself that I’m typing so I’m unable to assist.

His brother joins him as they survey the situation as only young minds can do and begin to wish the whole thing away.  After that doesn’t work, one sits on top of the fallen bin while the other wipes his feet of the strewn liquid and they both begin to laugh and to laugh and to laugh.

Father walks out and scornfully says to pick up each loose piece of garbage.  He lifts up the bin himself and walks back to the house.  “That’s why I told you to hold the top,” he says to his now silent sons.  (That wasn’t the reason for the fall, but nice try dad.)

In complete silence the loose garbage is returned to the upright bin and placed on the curb for by these two young boys.  A solemn silence considering the previous laughter.

An 89 year old told me today that she was standing on a chair in her apartment for some reason when she slipped and fell to the ground.  She started to laugh and to laugh.

The garbage bin is ready for pick up and my friend found the strength to get herself off the floor.  All three of them laughed at their precarious predicament.  All three of them laughed their way to a solution.

I love to laugh.  Some people say that I laugh at awkward times.  It is not that I don’t take things seriously but a hearty laugh may calm the mind to find a reasonable solution.

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in/Dependence

Dependence-DayShe dances and laughs at the pool’s resort on my fourth birthday. I didn’t ask for this get-away, I was happy at her home but here I am with small balloons on my elbows so I don’t drown and possibly wreak their college scholarship fund begun before I began.   I cry at my first few steps into the pool.

My first interview will rip me apart; they’ll never give me this job, MBA or not, I don’t have what it takes.

She laughs at my small tears as I’m up to my knees now.  She’s confident that my next step into the water will make me happy.  She was right, the water was not as cold as I thought. It’s actually kinda nice…as though I can use adverbs at four years old.

You need to take risks to get ahead, how do you think the rest of them did it?  You’re not doing anything different, it’s business as usual.  It’s all going well, we’re not doing anything wrong.

The water’s getting all over me now, I can’t do this much longer while she prompts me on with more of her smiles and dances. Pictures are taken and Facebook’s been covered for my relatives back home. She then pulls me out out of the water just in time before I really start balling.

“The government will help us out if we fail,” we are told by pay grades far higher than ours. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

She’s drying me now, completely naked, while telling me what a great job I did by wading in up to my waist.

“You’ll need an attorney at your own expense,” the higher pay guys tell all of us, but don’t worry the government can’t have us fail.

I’m dry now and this water stuff on my 4th birthday (or is my 35th birthday?) is finished and the Facebook stuff is over. Her smiling and dancing continues.  I guess the worst is over…

my mom is always nearby.

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