There is a sense of the order of things, but even that is fading.
No one would want to see me like this.
The ball comes screaming over the net to my backhand. I can’t remember her ever hitting it so well. I labor over to it and slice it weakly towards her forehand. The sun is in my eyes, glaring mercilessly from just over my brow like a lightbulb at the end of my hat brim. Or am I wearing a hat? No. No hat.
At dusk he sat himself in the dense sand left from high tide and pushed his hands into the sand and watched it crack and lift and crumble. Couples on the long stroll from here to there and back detoured into the mellow surf before him without looking down and moved on in the diminishing light. He sensed their coming…
I picked up the CSX headed west from Point of Rocks close on to nightfall.
Be ready to smile.
When all of everything fails, and your plans go belly up and while you wait for fortune to turn a friendly eye your way, in the meantime, what you got to concern yourself with is surviving. That’s what I want to talk about: survival. An instinct for survival.
What I want to talk about today is values, and staying true to your values no matter what. Values is everything, folks. It’s values that separates us from a dog or a hyena. A bad dog. I’m talking about a bad dog, here. When I say a dog. Among other things. As you’ll see.
You never know when your moment will come. You just got to be ready when it gets there.