Building Character
Today as every November 11th I visit the grave of my Uncle Jimmie and Aunt Cavvy. Both of them served in WW 2 and were the most influential people in my life. Yes, even more than my parents whom I loved. My Uncle Jimmie is part of my soul and I still visit him in low moments of my life and ask for his guidance. I know he resides on my shoulder and has pushed me forward when the winds of change have hit me hard and knocked me off my guard. I reach out to him to steady my hand on the tiller of life.
I took out his army jacket today and saluted it. He was a Lance Sargeant in the RCA 13th and spent 5 years of his life in action in Europe allowing me and him to to be the characters we are. His time at War allowed him to shamelessly wear a pink womens hat and walk with a twinkle in his eye. I know the horror he must have saw but his eyes twinkled with the satisfaction of a potter's life . He fought against a bully, and racist. Sound familiar???? These heros went to war not craving applause or grand standing for dominance.
I give thanks today for not only my aunt and uncle but all that stood against a tryrant so that I could live the life of an artist. I am indeed one luck SOB.
Peace out my brothers and sisters of clay. Make some good work and leave a mark of love. T
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