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In Car Contemplation

On the way home from visiting one of my many moms, I had time to think [insert groan here from at least have the reading audience] It's been a crazy day of emotion. The GM at Costco Travel announced in the afternoon that a co-worker had passed away last night. While I knew of her, I really didn't know her per se.

It got me thinking - if I were gone tomorrow, what would be said about me? Did I make positive impact on Spaceship Earth? Did I go full throttle until the bitter end? I'm not scared of death, mind you, I realize it's inevitable.

So that's why I visited with Phyllis at Providence Hospital right after work - to have a positive impact on someone's life today. Oh, sure it's easily an hour's drive north into the teeth of traffic but I was grateful I could! Yes, you read that. I was about visit with someone that's doesn't have her right foot anymore. YIKES! I know this'll sound selfish, but I'm grateful I still have a right foot to smash the accelerator to the floor board. All of sudden this perspective alignment made my day better. Or at least remind me of the two rules of life that I live by: #1 SHIT HAPPENS, #2 Man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do. Please note: Any problem with rule #1, please read rule #2. Any issue with rule #2? Yeah, you guess, read rule#1.

I digress.

On the way home, I stopped by Fred Meyer to make good on a promise I made this morning: in search of quality Mexican beer. Wanted Pacifico, only got Dos Equis Lager instead. I'm gonna follow through. I'm hoping my legacy; living or otherwise, is that I'm a man of my word.

That's enough time on my soap box. I'm gonna resume my diggin'. This has been your C Note.

'los; out

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