morning prayer and meditation. done. brainstorm. done. parts and equipment needs and order. done. then the phone started ringing, “uhm, ahh..the shipment will not be here today…(third time) and then I started looking for old churches and other places in the USA to simply make a shop/lab/skunkworks center where I don’t have to rely on the way current USA distribution and inventory works outside of amazon.com.
to vent my frustrations with, “we won’t be there today. (i.e – excuse #3, which means someone didn’t show up for work after a wild weekend of partying? people don’t care? “we can’t use it showed up at the warehouse too late…we used that Friday?” )
frustrated, I went for a walk and saw four young kids playing football. I was so dense that I was like, “what are these kids doing out of school?” then I remembered, “oh it is summer.”
as I got closer, they were arguing about the score and the mathematics of a touchdown.
I asked, “what’s the score
“It is 45-7,” said the youngest lad
“is not.” replied the older opponents.
I asked, “what was the score before this one?”
“it was 35-7.” the youngest last responded
“ok, it is 42-7. you just missed a wee bit on the math? need some help playing?”
“Yeah, they are better than us.”
so there I was playing quarterback and setting plays for what young kids playing sandlot football. that should frighten you, as I actually was an inside linebacker who they used to take me aside in practice to try to teach me to catch the ball. I was more interested in running people over.
after throwing an interception, we scored a few touchdowns rather quickly, getting up the score to 42-21 and I thought, “ok back to work - the young kids have a clue of patterns and even what a pick play is…time to go back to work.”
I was surprised at how quick and speedy the youngest kid was if you gave him a tiny bit of room to move.
now I am back trying to get data for the folks in Colorado, and then get my stuff in place while helping others and having still others upset that they are not the focal point of life. I even wrote to my coach and asked, “ok, I get this feeling stuff, but at what point do you tell someone to piss off if they don’t want to change, and only they can make change possible inside themselves?”
when you try to break away from secular life and realize there is something called pure love in the universe in the spiritual sense. it sure gets goofy and you realize we are all imperfect and flawed – yet, somehow in the planet, we want to think we all have our stuff together and present some image externally when internally, we cover up the roots while simply looking at the leaves and shaking them to ignore the real issues.
but for a few moments, I made some kids happy by playing quarterback in their sandlot summer pickup football game.
me? I have a cup of coffee now, and yeah, it was fun to play a few downs of football without the fear of concussions and injury. I still suck throwing the football, but I had a few moments of simple fun.