I used to know absolutely everything about absolutely everything. I was a real “know it all”. I also had an automatic absolute opinion about absolutely everything. I also felt like I was the “clearinghouse” for all things absolutely worth knowing. Because I believed this, proved I was an absolute moron. This was my “front” and excuse for doing nothing with my life. I had no purpose or sense of proportion. Why would I? I knew absolutely everything about absolutely everything! I was an undisciplined, arrogant hypocrite. Okay, I know all of this I, I, I crap is absolutely sickening, especially coming from a moron like me, so here it is…
While standing in Ivy Green, the birthplace of Helen Keller in Tuscumbia, Alabama I had my first intelligent thought…
It is no one’s job to make me happy.
I am not the sole author and editor of my life. I recognize that I stand on the shoulders of those who came before me. Those who suffered and sacrificed so that I could choose.
They taught me…
Inspired me, humbled me…
and made me feel less alone…
The longer I live, the more I discover, how little I know.
I have learned, however, that arrogance and selfishness are poisons that drain life of it’s meaning and purpose.
I can be a help or a hindrance… Helping is the harder choice because it means putting someone else’s needs ahead of my own.
Courage and sacrifice lead to triumph, genuine joy…
Hope can’t be seen, I feel it.
Happiness can be seen and felt but it means nothing until I share it.
Dreams are meaningless until I do something.
The shoulders I am standing on are strong.
Buffalo Tom Peabody, 3rd grade class president and friend.
P.S. You know more than I do.
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