I wake up most mornings and give thanks; I run down the daily list of blessings in an attempt, sometimes futile, to get the day started off correctly.
Well today was not really different; except I was a bit more groggy and absent minded than usual because I walked onto the balcony in nothing but boxer shorts (usually I shirt up), looked to the sky and stretched long and hard with a frozen scrunch on my face from the negative energy which had settled throughout the night.
My stare remained to the sky, as a couple of CF-18’s flew overhead, which is rare most mornings unless something is going on in or near Calgary and to my knowledge we had nothing whatever happening that would necessitate warplanes doing a flyby.
The first thought that came to me was, ‘Fuck, I don’t make very much money at my job… I should take that other job for more.’ and then an instant contradictory thought fought back, ‘Well fuck, at least you’re not being shot at or dodging mines in some desert half way around the world…and at least you get to see your family whenever you want.’
I smiled and said, “Thank you God…” out loud and quietly prayed for those men and women across the globe defending our freedom.
Now your God might not say ‘Fuck’, but sometimes I think God needs to get my attention when I start feeling sorry for myself so the “F” word comes out of nowhere, stinging a bit more than usual. It is not a belittling thing, but an attention grabber like good advertising with bare breasted women, fast cars and gun shots.
My brain, having short term memory problems, does this from time to time; it reeled backwards without memory of the previous sixty seconds, ‘Fuck! I have to go to work again today…another week, weekends are just too short.’ and of course the rebuttal was swift, ‘Well fuck hey, heaven forbid you work in your safe, controlled environment… you should feel sorry for yourself that weekends are only two days when so many others…’
I laughed at myself and looked down to the ground, somewhat ashamed because I knew better and I know why it is important to count, or at the least, remember my blessings every day for the wonderful effect it has on my actual place and time…not to mention how quickly it serves to remind me that there are so many beautiful people giving me the freedom with which to wine and moan and eventually feel gratitude.
I cannot thank the wonderful men and women of The United States Armed Forces, The Canadian Military, and all of the coalition forces around the world enough for what you do each and every day in the name of freedom.
May God watch over you all, Thank you.
David Lewry
Well today was not really different; except I was a bit more groggy and absent minded than usual because I walked onto the balcony in nothing but boxer shorts (usually I shirt up), looked to the sky and stretched long and hard with a frozen scrunch on my face from the negative energy which had settled throughout the night.
My stare remained to the sky, as a couple of CF-18’s flew overhead, which is rare most mornings unless something is going on in or near Calgary and to my knowledge we had nothing whatever happening that would necessitate warplanes doing a flyby.
The first thought that came to me was, ‘Fuck, I don’t make very much money at my job… I should take that other job for more.’ and then an instant contradictory thought fought back, ‘Well fuck, at least you’re not being shot at or dodging mines in some desert half way around the world…and at least you get to see your family whenever you want.’
I smiled and said, “Thank you God…” out loud and quietly prayed for those men and women across the globe defending our freedom.
Now your God might not say ‘Fuck’, but sometimes I think God needs to get my attention when I start feeling sorry for myself so the “F” word comes out of nowhere, stinging a bit more than usual. It is not a belittling thing, but an attention grabber like good advertising with bare breasted women, fast cars and gun shots.
My brain, having short term memory problems, does this from time to time; it reeled backwards without memory of the previous sixty seconds, ‘Fuck! I have to go to work again today…another week, weekends are just too short.’ and of course the rebuttal was swift, ‘Well fuck hey, heaven forbid you work in your safe, controlled environment… you should feel sorry for yourself that weekends are only two days when so many others…’
I laughed at myself and looked down to the ground, somewhat ashamed because I knew better and I know why it is important to count, or at the least, remember my blessings every day for the wonderful effect it has on my actual place and time…not to mention how quickly it serves to remind me that there are so many beautiful people giving me the freedom with which to wine and moan and eventually feel gratitude.
I cannot thank the wonderful men and women of The United States Armed Forces, The Canadian Military, and all of the coalition forces around the world enough for what you do each and every day in the name of freedom.
May God watch over you all, Thank you.
David Lewry