These past
ten days I had the rare and distinct opportunity to stand back
motionless and watch the world go on around me. Illness struck.
I, like you, hardly considered this perplexing occurrence an "opportunity"
and fought with all my resources to prevent the evil from polarizing
my electrically charged life. My doctor assured me that radical
viral infections show no favoritism and all I could do was wince,
groan, yelp, gasp and study the all-commanding pain that seized
my helpless muscular system until it had run its course. Fine.
I couldn't
sit, stand or lay; nor could I turn my head one cm. to the left,
right, up or down. It also refused to tilt. Cleans and presses
were not options during the ensuing three days. The grief, like
a roving alien, attached itself to my right scapula persuading
me to lean like an old scarecrow to the left, my arms held rigid
so as not to aggravate anything. For three days not a single crow
alighted my grimacing posture. Certified ER staffers prescribed
wisely a concoction of Western technologically engineered herbs
and teas [I think] and I entertained nightmares for a week as
the hysterical pain vaporized, leaving me to wander the smoldering
wasteland I'd become. There were lucid moments, however, when
revelation and inspiration flashed across my timeless yet hungry
mind.
My dear friends,
it's time to pause and take note of your surroundings, your acts,
your daily production. We are an indecently busy and unconvincedly
content creature. I dare not call us driven and apathetic, as
these are loathsome conditions reserved only for the living dead.
Yet, so distracted are we that we fail grandly to take a good,
hard look at ourselves, the kind of look that requires us to step
back, fold our arms, tilt our head slightly [if you are able]
and ponder. Who are we? Who do we think we are? Where are we going?
We've come
a long way, mighty gorillas. Was it by accident or was it by chance?
Did we imitate others, innocently or purposely? Do we notice our
presence as one does a freeway billboard or a strutting downtown
pedestrian? Maybe, once in our lives. But not today. We have met
our merry iron taskmaster riddled with cables and together we
share in his broad and unfathomable teachings.
We are not
so shallow as to glance at our physiognomy with mere marshmallow
curiosity. I'm willing to wager that, as of late, we peer at our
lives with keen perception and gaze with healthy pride in our
own general direction. Standing before us we encounter a noble
comrade called you and me. With each precious morning we are reminded
of our uniqueness, our blessings, effectiveness, possibilities
and inalienable rights. Our beautiful God-given attributes; joy,
patience, goodness, generosity, compassion and gratefulness ring
as bells on the hour throughout the day.
What is man
without a pump but an empty cell?
Sadly, there
are some who seldom look and barely see the lovable rascal they
truly are; in too few instances do they embrace their own lovely
and lonely being. Larger than all of us there exists an obedient
and punchy soul caught in a societal flow like wind-born litter
in the stream of life bound for the sea. How many of us will miss
the giant we are and the opportunities for greatness upon which
we perch, golden settings for a flawless diamond?
The days are
getting longer. February 2000 is the first anniversary of dd.com.
Ain't it funny how time slips away? More news: the brilliant and
loquacious IronOnline saga is just eight months old... students
aimed and fired, bombs exploded, aircraft like flying whales plunged
into the seas. Israel, Palestine and Syria said yes, no, maybe.
China hides and Russia spars flatfooted. Babies come and babies
go and the floods and mud and wind and rain and fire call our
name out loud. No bright and sunny days in Chechnya, no cartwheels
in Kosivo. Where have all the nuclear bombs gone, their secrets
and their blasts? Save the jumbos, the gorillas, the ozone and
the poor, decaying morals. Three cheers for money, greed and power;
the harlot, the usurper, and the executioner. Their accuser and
their advocate proclaim justice in the self-same breath.
Hey, bombastic
Bomberinos. Remember when we prepared for our ambitious winter
challenge in September of '99: eat right, train right, live right,
no slumps, no gaps? How many of us heeded that noble invitation
and seized the offer to behold its riches? We boldly said, "Let
there be no deterioration in the substance of which we are made."
Not one of us will stagger in seeking the prize held before us,
we declared unanimously. No crack in our prowess, no let up in
the good fight. Nothing less than zeal, mettle, fortitude and
courage will girdle our mighty shoulders.
How many
of us enthusiastically responded? How
many of us dauntless in spirit carried the glorious banner high?
We still and always will hold tightly to our worn length of banner
unfurled, billowing in the winds for the World to see.
I think our
dinky challenge worked. Next month, it's Spring. A time to blossom.
DD
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