Nobody knows…

“Nobody knows what it’s like until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.” Thanks, Everlast. Damn.

Yesterday seared my sorriness. So many moments of truth. Brother Mick showed up for his first ride with the boys in 2024. Miss and I talked about her illness in 2016. Remnants remain today. She will never be the same. Brother Mick told the boys he saw me on deaths door back in 2021. Reminded us I was inches away from Heavens door. I knew this. Felt it. Still seared me reflecting again, you know.

Berlin sent us Baby A, pics. Rome sent us pics of Jordan, Taylor and their newish love story. Shared a moment with Grappy. Same with mom. Same with Lil Jeggie on the range. Read the news of Tim Kights death. Took me back twenty two years. We’re all hanging by a thread. Recalled Queen Elizabeth back in the 1603. Her last words?
“All my possession for one more moment of time.”

You and I are not in control. We cannot create oxygen. Same with water. We cannot control our runaway minds. We cannot control our children. We cannot control who loves us and who loathes. We don’t know what it’s like, you know. So, friend, what to do?

Try this one on. Fall on your knees and ask God for help. Stand up and give a hand to those still down. Remain grateful in the struggle. Face the brutal facts. Do not lose hope. Thanks, Admiral Stockdale. Do more than you think. Master something meaningful, at least to you. Be good. Do good. Lose the desire to be known. Give the gift of understanding. Stop keeping score. Redeem time. Thank God for His greatest gift of grace. And, of course….