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Topic: Personal Peace (06/01/06)
By Paul Potenza
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If it isn't one thing, it's another.
I'm a middle aged, middle income guy who has four kids.
They're all grown but you couldn't tell that to listen to them.
I thought by now that my bride and I would be settled down into a peaceful glide into our golden years, but when you hear the kids screaming about how "unfulfilled" their lives are (whatever THAT means), and how they absolutely hate - HATE - H A T E their spouses or their jobs or their children, and how YOU personally don't understand, because YOU personally have never been THROUGH this sort of thing with your PERFECT marriage, the "glide" gets sort of like one of those amusement park rides where you're going along smoothly at first and then, for no apparent reason, you're falling off of a two hundred foot cliff. (Not that you'll ever hear ME complain. Far be it from me to dampen their illusions.)
It's just that I do understand. Hey, my bride and I have had our share of arguments. I wouldn't say this to anyone but you, but there was one memorable night when we were discussing a very important matter which escapes me at the moment, and in order to make a point, I punched the kitchen counter. The next thing I knew, I had an entire paper plate of "Moo Shoo Pork" dripping off of the side of my head. (Let this be a VERY important lesson to all you young married couples out there. Always invest in light weight, "easy to throw" paper plates. A pan could have KILLED me!)
See, we DIDN'T have a perfect marriage. What we HAD was humor. Even as I write this, I am chuckling about the incident, because I remember the FEAR in her eyes when she saw the mess she had made of my uniform (USMC) which quickly turned into gales of laughter at the sight I had become.
From big tough U.S. Marine to a walking entree. Har.
WRITER'S NOTE: I ate the Moo Shoo Pork anyway.
ADDITIONAL WRITER'S NOTE TO THE GUYS: It wasn't that bad if you didn't count the faint taste of Bryle Creme.
I guess that the point that I'm trying to make is that personal peace is not something that happens.
It's something that you make.
With that said, I'll give you the "fixins".
Take a small serving of problems.
Let them simmer.
Add a dash of love.
Throw in some good memories.
Kiss the cook.
Understand that this MIGHT not come out so good at first. (TOO BAD...eat it anyway.)
Compliment - COMPLIMENT - C O M P L I M E N T.
It works everytime.
By the way, Don't forget to duck.
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