Here's how it works. I write a blog--whether boring, exciting, self-centered, about someone else, doesn't matter at all. No matter what it's about, I write it, and my brother Joe makes fun of it in his blog.
After I complained yesterday and begged him to tease someone else, he said he would stay away from making fun of my blog for 3 days. I don't think he can do it. He'll make fun of my blog--or me--before the three days are over. Why am I so confident? Because I offer him such an easy target.
My blogs are mundane, unless I'm traveling. Then they become more interesting.
Yesterday I thought about the old guy I met in Miami last November when I was working with people impacted by Hurricane Wilma. He'd volunteered in 1993 in my home town. It really moved me to see him in the position he was in.
As I went back to the archives to find the post on Ernie, I ended up reading all the entries of my Red Cross experience. It just cemented my decision.
3 comments:
I am happy for you, Mom. And I am glad that you have no regrets. Love you.
I just got an email here at work that made me doubly, triply sure I made the right choice.
Ugh.
I can't wait for you to get out of there!!! :-)))
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