The only drawback that I can see, and it sometimes seems to be a considerable one to carry, is that caring about others can lead to a much harder life. Treading on others, and elbowing them out of the way without regard or regret is a road to an easier life. When I’m struggling with playing a straight wicket, having concern for others, and helping where I can, and sometimes where I can’t too, it seems like a damn hard way of living.

I can remember a time in my late-teenage yoof, when I kinda rolled along in a more selfish way, thinking of number one and just having a good time, without much concern for anyone else. It seems the only time I was truly carefree in life, and happy every day I woke up. Rose tinted glasses, maybe, and I guess you have to factor in the optimistic element of youth, but undoubtedly being selfish lightens the load a lot.

Having said that, I wouldn’t swop who I am for the lives of those I know, who are far more successful, happier, and less concerned for anyone than themselves and their ‘game plan’. Nope, not for a minute, and I guess it’s because I love having the depth that comes with leaving some eggs on the ground for someone else, and helping those who are struggling to keep up to gather up a few more for themselves.

A smile from them every now and then, and a heartfelt ‘Thankyou’ sure makes up for a lot.

There’s a saying I’m sure you know….. it says something like this:-

“The measure of a man is how he treats someone who is of no obvious use to him.”
(‘man’ = woman, person, whatever floats your boat) )

My father brought me up to that example, and it’s about the best I can think of to live by.
I wish I’d realised how wise, and ‘right’ he was when I was younger. (Now 55 and bleddy counting!!!)

Kevin.x )

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Peace.

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Thank you!

I find it very heartwarming to have an Egg Nazi commenting on my blog.

I know I’m way behind on my RSS feeds, but I’ve been planning an Easter egg hunt (yes, I have) for the past several months.

Okay, first . . . do you know how hard it is to find the appropriate sized candy to fit in Easter eggs in mass quantities? Harder than you would think.

Hard candy is out. They might choke on it.

So is chocolate. It would be complete mush in the Houston heat, even in March.

So that leaves some kind of chewy candy and we try to get a variety and while we didn’t have Laffy Taffy, there were Honey Bits.

We’ve tried stickers and tattoo’s . . . which people bitched about.

Yes, they do.

Thank you for being a parent who watches out for their child. Seriously, it is amazing to me how many don’t. Or maybe they do and just have no character themselves.

Seriously, we have an egg limit instead of the mad dash for eggs and I can’t believe how many kids were in there grabbing up all they could with their parents watching on.

I had to put my Egg Nazi hat on again and make them put them back.