I'm a pretty lucky guy.
As former pro-wrestler Dusty Rhodes put it, "I've wined and dined with Kings and Queens, slept in alleys eating pork and beans."
I knew a guy who went through a stretch where he lost roughly 40lbs not because he was on a diet or started tuning into Jane Fonda workout tapes on VHS, but because he couldn't afford to eat much. I knew a guy whose basement backed up and he couldn't afford to get it fixed and didn't have the right insurance to do it for him ... therefore, he swam in shit when doing laundry for the better part of two months. Envious yet?
I knew a guy who spent $500.00 a week just going out. I knew a guy who spent the day with Arlen Specter and never even told him his opinion on things. I knew a guy who cared more about the dime than the dame, more about the luxury than the love.
Never wanted to be that guy, but I am. And I'm pretty lucky for it. Until I was very unlucky ever thinking it in the first place.
After some of the things I've been through, I would hope my empathy is a bit more than it is. However, now that I'm back churning for the Kings & Queens, I forgot those alleys ... those pork and beans.
Tonight, I spoke with a woman who candidly identified and captured the wildfires going on in her area of this Country. Me, I only wanted to get her off the phone because I'm still trying to count dead presidents because of her call. But I was polite and all as polite and all goes.
When I hung up that phone, my soul almost died. I realized exactly what I never want to become. And I was almost it.
I'm a pretty lucky guy.
I get WWJD without having to go to church or having the tax write-offs. I never want to lose that thing that keeps me frequent in this world, that soul. Perhaps I can make some dollars being a lucky guy in an always strange world.
A lucky guy who never lost his soul, as appetizing as it may have been at the moment.
:)
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