Driving to Darby’s yesterday for breakfast to meet our new friends who presented a slideshow on the state of our nation, Gail & I talked in the car about the turmoil, protests, and unrest in the world. I flashed back to when I was selling sunglasses in Las Vegas to shops in Caesar’s Palace. Walking through the Sports Book, all of the monitors were dialed into live coverage of the US shock and awe campaign in Iraq. People stopped gambling for a few minutes; I called my family back in Arizona and Cincinnati and then proceeded to make my sales calls. Everyone around me continued to place bets on the tables.
Going to bed that night was weird; my family was all ok; I had gone out for dinner and had a full schedule for the week. It provided a new dimension into powerless and unmanageable. I can only manage what’s in my hula hoop: my mind, emotions, and actions. Meditation and prayer was my drug of choice.
Then, last night at the cabin for dinner, our friend Bobbie came over and shared about her trip to Yosemite with her daughter and grandkids. The memories and scenery were terrific; her drive through a mountain pass and photos of her grandkids sleeping in the camper with her dog were priceless. All is well.
Thank you for giving me the courage to face life and share Your goodness; to stay positive and to be helpful rather than scream, run like Hell and hide in a bar or dope house.