I’m Tired

I’m Tired
by Robert A. Hall

I’ll be 63 soon. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce, and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth around” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy or stupid to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to “keep people in their homes.” Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I’m willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the leftwing Congresscritters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them—with their own money.

I’m tired of being told how bad America is by leftwing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the religious freedom and women’s rights of Saudi Arabia, the economy of Zimbabwe, the freedom of the press of China, the crime and violence of Mexico, the tolerance for Gay people of Iran, and the freedom of speech of Venezuela. Won’t multiculturalism be beautiful?

I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor;” of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers;” of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery;” of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.

I believe “a man should be judged by the content of his character, not by the color of his skin.” I’m tired of being told that “race doesn’t matter” in the post-racial world of President Obama, when it’s all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of US Senators from Illinois. I think it’s very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the emancipation proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less in an all-knowing government.

I’m tired of a news media that thinks Bush’s fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama’s, at triple the cost, were wonderful. That thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress, that picked over every line of Bush’s military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his, that slammed Palin with two years as governor for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever.

Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn’t vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004.

I’m tired of being told that out of “tolerance for other cultures” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America , while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore’s, and if you’re greener than Gore, you’re green enough.

I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don’t think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I’m tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana.

I’m tired of illegal aliens being called “undocumented workers,” especially the ones who aren’t working, but are living on welfare or crime. What’s next? Calling drug dealers, “Undocumented Pharmacists”? And, no, I’m not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic and it’s been a few hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I’m willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person who can speak English, doesn’t have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military. Those are the citizens we need.

I’m tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people then themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years—and still are? Not even close. So here’s the deal. I’ll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we’ll compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear.

I’m tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers—bums are bi-partisan. And I’m tired of people telling me we need bi-partisanship. I live in Illinois , where the “ Illinois Combine” of Democrats and Republicans has worked together harmoniously to loot the public for years. And I notice that the tax cheats in Obama’s cabinet are bi-partisan as well.

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

Speaking of poor, I’m tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn’t have that in 1970, but we didn’t know we were “poor.” The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination, or big-whatever for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I’m not going to get to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughter.

Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts state senate. He blogs at http://www.tartanmarine.blogspot.com/

Obama’s Plan

Obama-Nation

Listening to talk radio this morning, I had to close my eyes, take a deep breath and try some relaxation techniques for fear of becoming so angry my heart gave out. There are two groups of people that are having trouble in our economy with the housing problem. The first group…idiots. Idiots that should never have gotten the loan that they did and purchased a home they knew they would never really be able to afford. This group is made up of approximately 3-4 million people, 3-4 million idiot people. The second group…the responsible. People that saved and responsibly purchased a home, within their means. This group is made up of 9-10 million people, who are now in trouble due to layoffs. Apparently, President Obama has decided that the first group of idiots should be significantly bailed out! Let’s throw money at them, that’ll teach them.

Let me say very clearly, I fully agree that something needs to be done. The foreclosures can not go on. Obviously. But why are we, the people – nay – responsible people going to be forced to PAY for these homes? Because that’s what he’s really saying. You and I, have saved and entered into contracts on loans that we KNEW we could afford. So tell me why my taxes will be raised to pay for these people? What are they thinking?? I’ll tell you exactly what is going through there mind. One word.

Entitlement.

Would you like a quote? Sure. “I won’t have to worry about putting gas in my car, I won’t have to worry about paying my mortgage”. Want another? No problem. “I have been at the same job at McDonalds for 4 and 1/2 years because of the fact that I can’t find another job. Do you have any plan to make them give me any better benefits than what I already receive??” Wait, wait, another? Easy. “I have an urgent need, unemployment and homelessness, a very small vehicle for my family and I to live in. We need our own kitchen and our own bathroom.” My favorite quote, I can’t find at the moment, but basically says – why should y’all live in nice homes and have nice cars. What about us.” Uh.

Entitlement.

Welcome to Obama-Nation.

What is that familiar quote? “Give a mouse a cookie…” Well, I can tell you this. After this new porkulus plan goes into effect, it won’t be a glass of milk. Once you let the government AND “beggers” with their hands out into your home, let that toe slip through the door. They’ll be asking for more than cookies and milk. They’ll want the drinks, appetizers, soup and salad, entree and dessert! They’ll want the kitchen it was cooked in and the doggie bag of leftovers. But don’t worry, you can look forward to the cherry on the top….they’ll raise your taxes to pay for the meal.

Best part of all? They’re going to turn around and hand that money over to your neighbor, you know, the one that leapt into a house they could NEVER afford! No problem. You have the money, so why would they have to worry?

This is America. Not the United States of Entitlement. What you are entitled to IN AMERICA, is capitalism. Free speech and free will. The freedom to GET A JOB. The freedom to BE RESPONSIBLE. The freedom to life a “wealthy” life. Let me clarify, we have the freedom to get up and go to work everyday, save for what we want and be happy. We make our own lives, we choose our own paths and choosing those paths sometimes have consequences. WE ARE NOT ENTITLED TO A HANDOUT!!

Personally, I think we should go ahead and allow all homeowners to refinance. Help each and every homeowner that has purchased a home, let them receive that lower interest rate. This will help the majority of homeowners in trouble now, will help others from falling into the foreclosure black hole, and not simply AWARD the idiot homeowners that shouldn’t be there in the first place. But it gives them another chance. If you can’t make it at that point, (excluding job loss cases) you shouldn’t BE IN THAT HOME.

I’m very passionate about mistakes being accounted for and the ones that made those mistakes being held responsible. The first person I place blame on are the homeowners themselves! WHY DID YOU GET INTO A LOAN YOU KNEW YOU COULD NEVER AFFORD!! The second place to throw blame is the government, the legislators that put so much pressure on the institutions to HAND OUT these bad loans??? The third, of course, are the lenders themselves. What did you think was going to happen? Did you think the rainbows and sunshine and skittles would go on forever? That the poor lending practices would actually pay off as opposed to crashing our economy?!? Hmm.

I wonder to myself what is making people stay at their jobs, continue paying on their cars and homes? Why should we do anything, if the government is simply going to pass out money? Perhaps I should sit on my deck at home and wait for the bills to fall from the sky. No matter that it’s being confiscated from the home next to mine, as long as it’s landing in my yard.

Well. I would like to be in control of my own life. I won’t have my hand out, begging for help when I can stand on my own two feet and help myself. I’ll refuse until I’m blue in the face to help another person that isn’t even TRYING to help themselves.

To everyone that is stuck in this unfortunate event due to the stupidy of others, I look forward to working with you to get our OWN rights back.

And our own, hard earned money.

Incredible Day

Yesterday was …interesting to say the least. The first half of the day was spent pouring over last years bank statements to deduct as much sales tax as possible on our taxes. That was a lot of fun actually, it showed me just HOW much we spent on only new items for the house. Furniture, TV’s, Appliances, etc. Well, including the engagement ring, we put in over $30,000 in stuff!! I sit here and stare at that figure, wondering if we’re the only ones that SHOPPED last year! I think everyday citizens are doing there job! If that doesn’t show that it really did start with the ridiculous loans the banks were agreeing to and the horrible business practices of some…well…

But I digress. After putting all this together and jumping for joy that it added an extra $800 to our return, I thought the day couldn’t get any better.

THEN I was informed by my wonderful fiance that they sold yet ANOTHER house!! Let me give you some perspective on this if you haven’t read my past posts. They sold approximately 24 homes last year, so (duh) average 2 homes a month, correct? Now don’t forget, these are 500,000 – Million dollar and more homes. The house yesterday that was purchased – was the 6th one this year already!! Woohoo!!!

Again, the day couldn’t get better!!

Unfortunately, I was right this time.

My fiance’s car is in the shop right now, getting some nice new brakes and tires put on. So he has my car, and had to pick me up after work yesterday. On our way home, we ended up going down the same road I take in the mornings. Hmm. See earlier posts about that horrible spot! I hate this spot, but usually on the way home, it’s not as much of a problem. And the last two days or so, we’ve seen several police in that exact area. I’m not sure if there’s been other people that have piped up about the frustrations there or if there’s been trouble with people on the tracks along that road. But anyway, this was pleasant to see, because I’m so tired of these drivers getting away with the crap they do.

So last night, we watch a train cross along the intersection and then the line up of cars in front of us proceeded across the tracks. We ended up being that one car that isn’t sure if you can get all the way across and not be obstructing the tracks. However, after a second of sitting there, the car on the other side moved up enough for us to cross safely. HOWEVER, as we crossed the tracks, perhaps halfway across, the car in the right hand lane CUT US OFF!!! So, that forced us to leave the back end of our car over the damn train tracks! I was irate. I was seething.

We luckily had the options to jerk over into a turn lane if a train showed up, but I was still so angry. We honked at her and everything, but surprisingly the police officers standing on the platform don’t pay any attention. Fine.

So we wait the light out, all the while keeping an eye out for trains and silently cursing the lady in front of us. As we sit, we notice another couple of motorcycle police pull up on a side road. Well. As we finally make it over the tracks and head for the light, these two cops fall in behind us…

AND PULL US OVER!!!

Are. You. Kidding. Me??????????

We pull out all our information: registration, license and insurance. And the moment this police officer says that he pulled us over for obstructing the tracks, we flip out. We both let this guy know exactly what happened.

Here is where I need to thank someone. We’d like to thank the sweet lady that pulled up in front of us at the light, rolled her passenger window down and yelled out to the other motorcycle officer to tell him what had really happened!

Because of her, and her story proving ours true, the officer immediately handed everything back to us and let us go. We were still furious. This car should have PAID ATTENTION, because if we’d been forced onto those tracks when a train was coming…well…errrr.

And here I was, pleased that we had police watching this area. I suppose it helps A LOT when they are standing around chatting it up with each other, instead of watching the idiot drivers.

Whatever.

Perhaps they’re waiting for our new administration to just HAND OVER the criminals and hazardous drivers. Can’t imagine what I was thinking.

Procrastinating Perfectionist

Most procrastinators do not think of themselves as perfectionists. “If I’m a perfectionist, I would get things done,” they say. Not necessarily. In fact, perfectionism can lead to “starts and spurts” performance, meaning that an individual goes on a cleaning spree, or attacks a task with great energy and then slumps back in exhaustion after having exasperated, irritated, or alienated everyone around. Perfectionism has also been found to be strongly related to depression and an extremely critical spirit (either self or other critical).

What is perfectionism, then? Perfectionism is a form of rigidity or inflexibility that is marked by three major characteristics: (1) The intense desire to jump in and do things yourself because others just can’t do it right; (2) the insistent attitude that you wouldn’t even start on something if you can’t do it well; and (3) the profound need for closure, indicated by agitation or discomfort should something be left “hanging”. Each of these characteristics “drives” the perfectionist to procrastinate. For perfectionistic procrastinators, the first step in dealing with procrastination is acknowledging and disliking these three basic tendencies. Then practical solutions can be applied systematically.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. As I sat here this morning, thinking about my new book “idea”, I discovered the real reason I’m not writing it down. It won’t be perfect. It could be done better and probably has. Why set my sights on a goal that isn’t worth reaching?

I guess the easy comeback to these statements is – so what what someone else thinks, I should write because I like doing it. Sounds good, but let’s not kid ourselves. My goal is to be good enough for a house to want to publish my story. It’s one thing if I think I’ve written that perfect story and no one accepts it. It’s quite another if I think everything I’m writing is crap and never sees the final page. If I didn’t care about the publishing part, I’d write right here and be perfectly happy.

Of course these thoughts all add to my inability to put pen to paper. Obviously, if I don’t even try, nothing will ever get written.

~Your Ever Faithful Procrastinator~

Bad day at work???

This email is too hilarious not to share:

Bad day at work???

If you don’t laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!

This is even funnier when you realize it’s real! Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy. Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana . He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to a radio station in Ft. Wayne , Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest..
Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office.
I know you’ve been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it’s not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool.

So what we do to keep warm is this:

We have a diesel-powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea, heats it to a delightful temperature, then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints.

What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my bum started to itch.

So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.

Within a few seconds my bum started to burn! I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done.

In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.

Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn’t stick to it.

However, the crack of my bum was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my bum.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive.

I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totalling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.

As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my bum as soon as I got in the chamber.

The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t poo for two days because my bum was swollen shut.

So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your arse.

Now repeat to yourself, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.

Remember whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!

Errrrrr

I’m trying. I’m really trying. It’s not easy to let things just roll of my shoulders and not get angry about them. I swear, one of these days on that damn road, with those arrogant people…one of these days. I simply don’t understand why someone has to be a half a second faster. Why they have to be ONE car length ahead of where they may have been. I was nearly slammed into today at my “favorite” spot that I’ve mentioned in past posts – a large red truck decided the second it was through the intersection that it needed to turn at the VERY NEXT turn.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Woosaa….

I literally have to chant to myself each morning – I’m not going to follow them, I’m not going to follow them. Maybe one of these days, one of them will slam into me and I can take them for all their worth. It might stop one person from driving like an idiot.

Perhaps getting a bus pass wouldn’t be the worst idea.

Praise

Another praise to my fiance, I guess I feel a little bad whining about our problem in the last post. But there are so many good things about him, so many that that past problem only comes up once in a while.

I really hope he knows how much he means to me, how much I love him and don’t ever want to be without him. He’s so great to me. He really is. He comes home each night and works hard all night if he has to with our home based business. I certainly wouldn’t be anywhere with that without him. He comes to bed with me every night and compliments me. I’m very, very lucky and can’t see myself without him.

This is simply a post to say he really is wonderful. Even if there are a few problems still being ironed out. He inspires me. He makes my life mean something. And I love him so much for it.

The Perfect Man

I’ll come right out and admit before going any further – there is no such thing. In general anyway. I think there’s always a “Perfect Man” for each woman though. He might not be without faults…well he won’t be without faults, but he’ll be just what that specific woman needs.

So how do you figure out if the man you’re with is that “perfect man” for you? Beats me. I’ve had two failed marriages already and I’d like to say I’ve learned a great deal from them, but I don’t really know. I think I’ve definitely grown up a lot though and that might help me to break the cycle of choosing the wrong husband for #3. I don’t mind saying I’m absolutely terrified to place myself in the situation again, no matter how wonderful my fiance is.

I can tell you the good things. He’s always treated me like a princess, respects me and easily shows his love for me. He takes care of me in the way a man should and communicates better than most men I’ve known. I know I can trust him and would with my life. I love him very much.

We have disagreements, as any couple does. We agree on most things, but there are always passionate debates. As he says though, it wouldn’t be any fun to date myself. I agree. I love the differences we have, I love hearing opposing thoughts on certain things and I’m so happy we both feel comfortable enough with each other to disagree when the time comes up.

There’s one area that bothers me more than anything though. One thing that’s always been a sore point with us and that I’ll always see as a major problem. And when it comes up, it actually has me questioning my choice that involves my future and my children’s future.

Alcohol.

He’s a drinker, in fact we met in a bar, so this isn’t something new. It’s not something that suddenly snuck up and bit me without knowing it was coming. And before I go any further, I completely give him the praise he deserves with the steps he’s taken to slow his drinking down. He has changed, which was his choice, he’s really worked hard on making sure this isn’t a problem. The improvements he’s made have been phenomenal.

Maybe that’s one reason when it comes up now, it’s even harder to accept. I think I’m pretty good about not worrying about it or saying much of anything if he has a beer or two every couple of nights. I’m not sure I’d even worry about a beer or two each night if that’s what he felt he needed. But my grandmother died because she was an alcoholic, my mother sat in a hospital waiting to hear the words that her mother had passed away. And I can’t even fathom thinking that he may follow suit. It’s not the money being flushed away. It’s simply that I want him around for his kids and his grandkids. I don’t want my grandchildren to grow up without their grandfather, as I’ve had to grow up without my grandmother. The worst part is that I know it’s better than growing up watching her drink.

What scares me is watching him drink 6, 8, 12 cans in one night, just because it’s a Saturday night. This doesn’t happen each night, or even each Saturday. But it scares me to death watching this happen when it does.

And there’s nothing I can do to show him how dangerous his actions are. When we’re at the grocery store and he grabs a case of it…I get so frustrated I can’t see straight. Sometimes I say something, other times I silently cry for him. But there’s nothing I’ll be able to say. I can talk all week long and he’ll never understand how scared I am for him and his future. It’s not a matter of control, it’ll never be something I can change.

How do I verbalize how much he means to me? How much it tears me apart to think that he might be damaging his liver beyond repair? ….how much it makes me question our life together.

That’s the worst thought of all. I want to be happy and I want him to be happy. But how do I honestly go into a marriage, knowing this bothers me? Is it one of those things that I just learn to live with? Is it something that I have to admit could get worse and tear our family apart in the future?

What do I do?

Go into a marriage, hoping it gets better so that my kids and their kids, don’t end up watching their father and grandfather drink himself to death? Or do I hold off on getting married until I know this won’t be an issue?

Notice I didn’t say “Do I leave?”. I don’t want to leave him, I love him so much. I want us to work more than anything in the world. It makes me literally sick to my stomach to think that this might be a deal breaker for us.

And J, I know you’re reading this, please don’t be upset with me. No one reads these, it’s just for me to get what I’m feeling out. It’s not even a post I’d like for you to read, but if you’re at this point…

Just know that I love you with all my heart and I just want a full and happy future with you. I won’t stick around to watch you deteriorate if that’s what it comes down to. Please only keep in mind that I love you and want the best for you. I want more than anything to spend my life with you and have lots of babies. Just know that I worry about you and would do anything to keep you around for the life I hope we get to live. Which includes raising our kids in a happy and healthy home.

Above all else, you are the perfect man for me.

Law of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy; and I mean, he was really friendly.

So I asked, ‘Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!’ This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, ‘The Law of the Garbage Truck.’

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you. Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so…… ‘Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t.’ Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it.

~Author Unknown~