Blog 983 – 05.03.2018
As Easy As ABC
And sometimes as today’s picture points out even that can be a little confusing and complicated. Some of the designations for the letters I found to be confounding even when a I was in the Army so many years ago now, almost fifty since a I joined and since I was on active duty active duty actually less than three years that seems in this my sixty eight years of this adventure but a brief blip on the radar screen. I have this month been in Wisconsin two years on this contract work assignment and the Universe only knows how much longer this one will last and where I will be next. But as the song says, “I know one thing…” and even if I should find myself flat on my face I would pick myself up and get back in the race…huh, Frankie boy. I love Sinatra songs they still speak after fours generations to the great issues of life – love and music, dancing and romancing. I love Italians for they are lovers and huggers (Excepting perhaps those carrying violin cases, no concert hall near by.) Some groups not so much so but we all need love and could use a friendly hug.
I always recall the wise words of a little red-headed boy to his granny, who was the only real mom he ever knew, when she was complaining to company about not having any friends. He said, “Mommy, making friends is easy, you just have to act friendly.” Out of the mouths of babes, as the saying goes. Or it’s easy as ABC – Always Be Caring. It does not take that much, just a tender touch, a kind word, or a compassionate look. Practice in front of the mirror till you can literally feel the ”I love you” vibrating in your, “Hi!”, in your smile, or in that look in your eyes.” I have heard that successful telemarketers practice for hours to make their voices sound caring and compassionate. Can others hear that they have met a “friend” in your voice, can they see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch?
It has been a habit of mine for some time to talk to myself in the mirror every morning before I start my day. I look myself square in the eyes and say in my most convincing voice “I love you, I really do.” If I do not who will and after all If I, who have spent more time with me and known me longer than almost anyone especially since my parents passed, don’t love me it is by this time pretty unlikely that anybody else will.
I used to worry a lot about whether this one or that one really loved me or not. I don’t do that so much anymore. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with me, I have not always acted my best, still act out sometimes, but I am a pretty likable guy when you get to know me, and I have.
Today in my Note From The Universe, my friend Mike Dooley really touched my heart. He often does. Here is what he sent me:
“David, you could call me your friend, but that’s not quite enough. You could call me your guide, but there’s more to it than that.
You could call me your conspirator, your helper, or your agent; your coach, counselor, or confidant; your father, mother, or child. You could call me the sun, the moon, and the stars; the wind, the sky, and the rain; the past, the present, and the future.
But really, what I’m getting at, the purpose behind all these Notes, and perhaps what I’d most like to hear one day, is you calling me “yourself.”
David, just as I’ve always called you “myself.” (With unimaginable pride, I might add.)”
I am grateful for friends like Mike, like you and as one of my boyhood favorite songs went, “What a friend we have in Jesus..” but even more that Mike, you and Jesus I am glad I finally made friends with myself. One more song quote I would like to paraphrase, “I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter (a text would get to me faster) and begin and end that letter with ‘I Love You.” We could all use such a note stuck on that refrigerator door of our hearts. They are quite easy to write, as easy as ABC – Always Be Caring.
Your friend, fellow traveler, and pen pal,
(Update: email and text mate)