The Dude on the Right
At first I was going to do a blog about "Dancing with the Stars" and how I was
so happy Helio Castroneves and Julianne Hough won, but then, by the time I
started writing, I figured it was old news and really, what is there to blog
about other than he won, Julianne is still hot, and I was happy Marie Osmond and
Scary Spice didn’t win.
So I decided to write this blog about an e-mail I
received from my Mom a few weeks ago.
As much as I try and prod her to do so, my Mom keeps resisting my urging her
to write editorials, quips, and just general thoughts for this website.
She’s a wife, a mother, and a grandmother, she’s a cancer survivor, and she has
grown up through lots of things in this world and has an opinion on just about
anything going on in the world of today. When I go home to visit, and even
when I call on the phone, she comments a lot about professional athletes getting
paid too much money, saw from the beginning the quagmire of invading Iraq (which
I have to apologize to her, because as much, at the beginning, I tried to
convince her it was a good thing to do as I bought into the political propaganda
being spewed about, but she didn’t buy it for a second and stood her ground and
never has been a George Bush fan), and questions the proliferation of sex and
violence on TV and what it is doing to society, especially our youth, who don’t
have parents to both stop them from watching it, nor be role models around it.
But in a bass-akward way she wrote something for the web site, in the form of an
e-mail to me and some of her friends a few weeks ago. She told me I could
use it here, so here goes…
Mom received an e-mail with the following text,
complete with a lot of cute graphics that I’m not going to post here, that
8 angels are sent to you,
You must send them to 8 people including me.
In 8 minutes you will receive something you have long awaited.
Have a good day
Now my Mom, being in a persnickety mood that day, did what the e-mail said,
and waited. And then sent this:
Well – – the 8 minutes came and went and there has not been any changes or
events to make a difference in my day. When I first got my computer in 2000 I
was gung ho for all the so-called miracles, healing, etc. that were to happen,
but never did.
So – – – – – if I don’t send anything back to you, it just never made
things different in my life, and I am just content to hear from my e-friends
even if I don’t answer back.
Prayers are beautiful to receive and hear, but I figure that for all my
problems that I would have cured and helped, there are so many more people who
need more help than I do and if they were to be answered, God would answer them.
But then at times, I believe He figures I should be able to figure some of my
problems out without His help. After all, He is a very busy God with the mess in
this world (that I’m sure He just shakes His head over that) and with the free
will that God gave us, it certainly is up to us to help ourselves more and be
thankful for all that we have.
May God bless each and every one of us.
I can’t divulge it here, but my Mom’s e-mail inspired a sort of social
experiment I might try at a later date, but I also so love when Mom gets
opinionated because she can do so in a nice way, yet still questioning why some
people probably don’t actually read the e-mails they forward along, just doing
so because it is the thing they do. My Mom actually took the challenge the
e-mail asked for, and I can only imagine what she awaited for in those 8
minutes, but she didn’t get something she long awaited for.
So, please, don’t
send an e-mail that will lie to my Mom. I so much like her complaining
about sports’ figures not living up to their multi-million dollar potential than
not receiving something she has long awaited. And you also know what –
quit sending e-mails that, if they follow the e-mail rules, just disappoint your friends, too.
That’s it for this one!
I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!