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Commodore
Friday, May 25th, 2007 by Admiral_CoeymanA friend of mine, from my childhood, died a few days ago. I just found out about it in the paper. At 39, he was a few months older than I am. We had not spoken in a number of years, which is why I found out about his death, from complications relating to a brain tumor, in the paper. There are still people who read newspapers and I am generally not one of them.
As a child, he was very sickly. He had to wear a crash helmet when he went out to play because he had a soft skull. Nobody else in the neighborhood was allowed to play with him. My siblings and I were the exception. We were the outsiders that never have movies made about them.
This got me to thinking about the people who nobody else can reach. There are people around you who nobody else ever gets close enough to encourage or even speak to. Some people live in the shadows, even in the brightest parts of the city. Who are the people behind those unseen faces? I changed the stand up philosophizing that I was planning to write for today in order to ask that question.
Some people ask why God doesn’t intervene with all the suffering in the world. My answer to this is that he did: God sent you. Now, are you going to act on this opportunity or look back on it with regrets for the remainder of your natural born days? There is plenty of blame to go around in the world. Can we not interrupt the stream of guilt being shifted about long enough to spread something more productive?
There are people who believe that they will live more than once in this world. Are you living so poorly that you need to serve more than one sentence here? Most of us are. The Commodore’s death, as with any change in life, is a good time to ask this question. What part of your life needs the most work?
