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I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Friday, January 17, 2014

While Standing In Line

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.


  1. It is funny you should say that. I thanked a soldier for his service today and he saw I was wearing my Navy ship ball cap and the thanked me for paving the way for those serving today. I had not heard that before and it made me feel kinda funny yet proud.

    1. I didn't serve in the military, but I served at home. It's a different type of service, since it's blessed without bullets and explosions.

      We all contribute something as we continue with our life, but I don't find enough people to understand this fact and realize mutual respect is earned, not demanded.

      The soldier was right about you paving the way. However small, or large, it may be, something you did was instrumental in continuing the honorable duty of serving the citizens of this country by protecting them from those that would rather see them dead. It's a good thing and you honored the United States with your service.

  2. While researching my family history, I have found letters and stories from generations past. As I read them, over and over, I find myself amazed at the hardships these people endured - all for the family. I pass this knowledge on to my children in the hope that they will realize just how good their lives are because of those who sacrificed. It humbles me.

    1. My grandparents, and parents, endured the Great Depression. It was a time when people sacrificed to the point they didn't eat, so their children wouldn't go hungry.

      I think about those that lived during those times and the entitlement seeking reprobates living today. It's disgraceful and insulting to those that suffered to supposedly create a better United States.

      As I age, I find no compassion for those unwilling to respect the people that paved the way. Many don't deserve to live and I have no qualms on writing how I feel.

  3. Amen, Jess, amen. Has anyone of late told you what a nice guy you are....

  4. I was going to say "Amen!" but Stephen beat me to it... Oh well, it's worth a second. Or third. Amen. The generation of folks in their 70s, 80s and 90s (or more) are some special brand of folks deserved of our respect and love.

    1. Most didn't have much of anything, when they were children and were content with the basics.

      They have my respect. I'm going to be that age one day, and I'm going to be an ornery old bastard to deal with.