I just want to go on record saying that I like to cuddle kittens and pet puppies and pat little kids on the head. Sometimes I get pulled in to a full game of peek-a-boo! I like sunsets and seashells and pretty rocks, and I LOVE flowers. I give people flowers just because I like flowers so much, and I get to carry them around for a while and then use them to brighten someone’s day. Sometimes I buy (or pick) flowers and put them in water on my table…not for anyone else, just for me. And horses! I mean, riding horses is cool and all, and worthwhile, and I do it fairly well…but I like talking to horses…and feeding them apples and carrots and little goodies and scratching them behind the ear.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. PH4.8
That said, I can be taken out of my “happy place,” like when my teeth start to grind as I am sitting in the window drinking my cappuccino and someone comes closer and closer to my motorcycle and it looks like they might actually touch it, or worse, negligently BUMP it! Or when the kids from the village came running to me yesterday, scared of a great big, black snake. I ran over there, and there he was, about a seven- or eight-footer! He bolted right at me and those kids. They saw a frightful, violent side of their Uncle Sam in that instant, and the snake was no more. Turned out it wasn’t poisonous, and someone asked if the situation could have been handled another way. I asked myself the same thing…I always do…AFTERWARDS.
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