It happened to me. Has it ever happened to you? You are going about your life, “living” day-by-day when suddenly something triggers your memories. Memories of the “good old days.” Memories of the person you used to be. Memories of the person you “thought” you would grow up to be. It happened to me. I was playing football in the front yard with my five year old son this weekend. Something I do far too little of these days. He wanted to play tackle, but I did not want to get dirty. I did not want to get tired. But watching him had a profound affect on me. You see, I saw myself in him. I saw that young boy who longed for nothing else than to be outside playing football. Running, jumping, playing. I could not help but wonder, where did that little boy go? You know the one. The kid who would rather be outside playing soldier than sitting in front of the television. The one that would rather be pretending to catch the game winning touchdown pass, or hit the half court shot at the buzzer to win the championship. What ever happened to that kid?
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A Dream Realized
Back in November of 2008 I posted about my wife losing her job and embarking on starting her own business. It was a scary proposition. The process was exhausting and often frustrating as well. But the results, so far, have been rewarding.
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The Big Sleazy
The cab driver maneuverd the beat up champagne colored suburban through the New Orleans highway traffic. The skycaps at the airport called him Pac Man. I wondered how he had earned such a name. I sat quietly in the back watching him as he somewhat skillfully drove with one hand while using the other to hold his cell phone. He spoke in low tones and in some dialect of his native Arabic tongue that I could not understand. Pac Man postured himself in a Read full articlegangster lean
with his left elbow propped up against the window, and his head and body slightly tilted to the left. This provided optimal position for holding his small phone to his ear. At one point in our journey he slid his right hand down the steering wheel and to the left to pull up the trun signal lever, indicating his intent to move the vehicle into the right lane. After making the lane change, he left the the blinker on for about five minutes, turning it off only after he had finished his conversation.