I didn't bring my lunch today, so I went to a local grocery store that has a deli.
The woman in front of me in line was small, frail, soft-spoken and concise with her order, which was a piece of baked fish, that looked delicious.
As she spoke, and I observed, I realized how she reminded me of my mother and I felt this huge amount of respect and honor. I think I'd have rolled a red carpet through the store for her to walk on if she asked.
We're who we are because someone walked through life before us. Some made it and some did not, but to reach an age of over eighty, still have the ability function and do so without any demands is something to be respected. Many live on the money that was taken from these folks under the guise of "running the government". The least we can do is show respect, courtesy and admiration. They gave and too few understand the sacrifices that were made.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.