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Life is Good
Life is Good
Too often, little things get in the way of appreciating what I have.
I'm a happy guy, with a good life and relatively few frustrations.
Years ago, I went thru periods of no job, no home and no life. At other times, even the job I had was to menial to do much more than keep me in a small apartment with a little food. I've hitch-hiked across country more than once and managed to find jobs, apartments and such, but for the first time in my life I've lived in one place for an extended period of time.
Extended period of time being relative, of course; I'm going on 9 years in central Arkansas which is over twice the length of time I had ever lived anywhere else in my entire life. I don't plan on moving anytime soon, tho I sometimes get nostalgic for the days when life was another step down a new road, with new people, places and things where ever I went.
I've found in all my travels that the big differences between places aren't really that big. The people who live in a given place might be more or less friendly than in other places, but streets are streets and cars are cars and buildings are buildings. It's little things that make the difference. Bus routes, and where they put exits and entrances to highways. How far into town the rural attitudes and habits still prevail, or how far out of town the urban habits spread. What activities are allowed where, and the attitude of official people to the citizenry.
In Santa Cruz, California, I watched a policeman try to help a drunk. The drunk fellow was sleeping under a bush, and the policeman was saying; "Dude! You need to get up, we've got a taxi to take you to a shelter. Dude!" And they did have a taxi, they weren't talking about the squad car or jail, they truly just wanted to get the guy into a shelter and out of the weather, and eventually they succeeded.
In south Florida, a homeless guy trying to sleep under an overpass was killed by a couple of passing teenagers; as we passed by that morning, we could see the blood running down the concrete as the coroner's office tried to get to the body.
I've spent months walking around Washington DC, taking the metro to a given station and then walking across town to another one. I met lots of people living in serious poverty there, suspicious of outsiders but generally very nice. The same streets then became shooting galleries at night; the city was a slum if you got outside of the Federal Government area of the Mall and Georgetown.
So, I still periodically travel. To Austin Texas, most frequently, and to Branson Missouri, but also to Panama City Beach, Atlanta, Galveston Island and other places. I look forward to going to the Big Sky country sometime in the future, and to seeing Yellowstone. And there are places in the far north of Canada that I'd like to see, but don't really expect to ever get there.
So life is good. I'm healthy, happy, and well fed. I've got books to read, and internet access, and flowers and trees to care for and watch grow. I've got a good hobby that keeps me reasonably fit and relaxed, and I get to meet different people almost daily.
So why should I get cranky? Really, it's all good....
7/17/2006 3:27 pm
Yes...life IS good! Thanks for the reminder!|
Power To FOK
7/17/2006 7:37 pm
Anything for you, sweetie! |