A middle aged man marries the woman of his dreams and takes on the world with his wife and two fur children, Ellie the Cat and Journey the Puppy
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Breaking The Silence
I am breaking my self-imposed blogger silence to relate how I screwed up and would love to be able to fix it. A lot of times my words are the only way I can communicate effectively the point or points I am trying to get across. Like a lot of other bloggers out there, I have the mistaken tendency to believe that what I write is important, needs to be read, and my limited readership cannot wait until I post another blog of my insights into, in this case, relationships and dating. Texting is the worst thing that happened to me. Most of the time before I hit the send button on any deeply thought out text I think is the most important thing in the world designed to sooth my feelings and ego, I should open up my living room window and throw my cell phone as far as I can and I could used to throw a baseball 90 Miles Per Hour. It would do me and whoever is about to receive my message a world of good. I do put a lot of time, effort, and thought, into my blogs but that still does not make them meaningful. Life and death is meaningful. A mother getting a phone call from her son telling her he is being shipped out to Afghanistan is meaningful. It is a mother's worst nightmare. Whenever she informed me of this, it was like a gut punch to me so I can only imagine how she felt. I did not know this when I sent my ill-advised text and I quickly heard about it and I should have. Reality is a real kick in the ass and I could never apologize enough for thinking I was more important (and I have quickly realized I am not important at all) than a much bigger picture. I apologized for my selfishness but I cannot take back what I did and I can only hope I will eventually be forgiven. My political awareness is not on the scale of the mother's but I do know that political promises were made to pull our soldiers out of Afghanistan. I do know that a newly recruited 18 year old soldier being deployed is not a fair trade on anyone's scale. All I can do is request a Guardian Angel go with this young man and bring him home safely. The politics do matter because they have the ability to affect everyone that you know.
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