Monday, work held no new surprise, same old crap just another day. Door blew open, “when you going to get get door fixed; it is a safety hazard. Smiled at the union steward. “What do you want?” “Took Jack out on a stretcher, heart attack. You better slow down or you will be next. Can’t afford to lose any more of the good guys!” Closed my eyes and whisper a little prayer. Thanked him for his concern went back to the presser cooker.
What makes a man feel like he must accomplish tasks? Pressure does not come from outside. It is a force that lives inside a man. It is the expectations of self. Drive that is more than need to succeed or meet a requirement. It is the eternal desire to make a difference, to be a cut above, to leave a mark, not just once but everyday you walk the face of this earth. Where do you draw the line? So many doing so much with so little, bullshit. Just not using the tools God gave you to the best of your ability. Motivate self and others, get that last drop of blood.
Do the impossible one more time, failure not acceptable.
“Hello, Jack, how are you doing? Yes, I will finish that report for you, no problem. Take care of your self, say hi to the kids for me.”
Long day, it feels good to headed home, “Yes, Chris, I will wake you, time travel, quantum, sling shot effect, loss of magnetic core, artificial intelligence based on DNA programs, Chris it is three O’clock in the morning, I know quality time, your twenty three old, sure I want to share, get me a cup of coffee.”
“Walt where were you clock went off twenty minutes ago, did you change the lint filter, move the cars, do have time for coffee, I’d like to talk to you.” Honey, sorry, late for work, I will try to call later.
Tuesday, sunshine pushes my eyes open, short drive to work, guard stops me, Jack passed last night.
Close my eyes, a short prayer, finish report, take a walk in the shop, and look at the many accomplishments.
Go home, change lint filter, call Chris for work, talk to Paul, hug my wife, take a long drive along lake drive,
thank God, for all that he has given me.
Her grandma always said she had “the blessing”, and to always use it for good, but sometimes there is shame in fame if a person can’t handle it. Don’t let the Boo Hag ride ya
