My lady rearranged the lights while I was at work. So now we now have 3 floor lamps in the living room. I know she did it just for me -- she personally likes everything darker. At night, she prefers no lights whatsoever in the bedroom -- even the glow from the alarm clock is a little much. And I think she'd run the living room on candles if I'd let her. (Which does have a very cool effect, I must say)
Me? I've slept --among some of the more esoteric places -- on asphalt (st louis parking lot), tile (Cape Verde patio), and a table (Biology study session before a final), all in daylight. Guess it shows that opposites complement each other.
Or that this poor lady has a very weird husband.
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"A statesman is a politician that's been dead 10 or 15 years" - Harry S. Truman
My wife and I had a in-depth conversation the other night about American's "debt" to others. Basically, God has given us so much, what --and in what ways -- should we give back?
Basically, how much are we responsible for changing the world?
I've been mulling over that question for several days now. And I'm beginning to think each of us carries a bigger responsibility than we typically take on.
In Afica, the roads are littered with garbage. Everybody just drops their wrappers and wastes whereever they are. It's a very third-world thing.
Or so I thought.
This afternoon, I watched the big SUV roll their window down and flick a cigarette out of the window. It rolled along, carried by the wind, and ended up in the gutter.
Two minutes later a car behind me did the same thing.
Suddenly, I realized that the only thing seperating us from a third-world country, is that we have the money for street-sweepers, they don't.
Most of us would agree with Harry Truman's definition of a statesman.
Maybe we forget what a real statesman is.
Where is that statesman that does put his God first, his family next, and truly seeks to make a difference in the lives of his fellow Americans?
Maybe I can get to be that guy. It's worth a try.
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