A Grateful Wife

I rarely speak publicly about the man I am married to.  He is a very private person, and he doesn't like me talking about him in public, especially on social media, which is his right, and I respect that.  But today I feel like telling the world about the shy, quiet guy who brought joy into my world, because he deserves some credit for how he changed my life.

An Ordinary Man...

Today the world lost an ordinary man.  He was not, at least on paper, a VIP or someone that would be noticed in the street.  He didn't have wealth or fame or power, nothing that the world would look at and say, "He was Something."    There was no retinue to follow him and cater to his every whim.  Nor would he have wanted that.  On the contrary, he joyfully and graciously served others, right up until the last few days of his life.

Ten things I have learned....

In 54 years of living life, I have learned a lot.  Most of it is useless trivia, but some of it is valuable life wisdom.  I share it here to get you started thinking on your own list.  (I think everyone should have a list by my age.  Wisdom is one of the compensations for growing older.)

1. Degrees of responsibility will not matter when you are dead.  Sometimes it's better to just take the burden so you can all move forward.
2. Whether or not you were a person to choose the high road is something that people will remember about you when you aren't here to defend yourself.

I'd rather be Sleepy than Snow White....

I did something some years back that I haven't done since kindergarten. I fell asleep at my desk. During my work day. Without meaning to. [Blush.]

Most people would be afraid to admit something like that publicly, where millions [okay, tens] of readers could taunt them for their slacker behavior forever more. I, however, am a proud blogger, where nothing is sacred. If I can't make fun of myself, well, I would have to make fun of the rest of the world, but then I would be looking a lawsuit straight in the wazoo, and I am no longer fond of lawyers of any ilk.

Ilk. Don't you love that word? Sounds so smooth. So sophisticated. Cary Grant positively oozed ilk.  I do not have ilk.  I'm more like Jeff Foxworthy in panties, but that's getting sort of personal, so we won't go down that path any further.

Be careful little eyes what you see.....

I read something online recently about a person well known in their own community, whom I happen know personally.  (To give full disclosure, this person is not a relative or close friend, is not famous in the usual sense of the word, and is not someone with whom I am in regular contact at the present time.)

The person I have known is deeply flawed, and has made, and from what I have heard, continues to make, poor personal decisions which impact upon other people in harmful ways.  But what I read online did not reveal any of that.  Instead, I read a glowing self-description, with distorted facts, misinformation, and some outright redistribution of the truth.