Lately it’s been a brick making party at the pyramid for me. I understand all too well that I chose this path but even whores enjoy their work. It is the work I detest or the task masters that dole out the beatings? Interesting paradigm for all sides is right. We must earn money to pay the bills just to survive. I could go do “my dream” job but starving is really not an option. Before you say, yes I will suck it up and do my job. For that has never been in question or an option. Even as a lowly brick maker, I will do my best. For my drive to do my best is not driven by the whip or the threats (cause we all know your position in life does not preclude you from an ass whipping) but by my own self pride to do my best. To a point I am at their mercy but I am also capable of cutting my chord and free falling. Simple life lesson, you can only kick a dog for so long then he will bite you or leave!
As I drove to work this morning and was pondering my next tattoo (which will be homage to the children in my life) a statement stuck in my mind. I want the tattoo to represent what they mean to me and how I want them to grow to be. Then I remembered the TAD directive. Devised years ago to guide me as I did work for Uncle Sam, it’s a trivial acronym that has burned its way into my being. Of all the random stuff I have carried for my life this one has taught and kept me on my path. TAD stands for Think Act Deal. Three simple words but oh do they mean so much more. THINK as this skill is disappearing in today’s age it is critical that you NEVER forget it. Even in that life changing, time stops and the Zen like calm of a life stops everything there is time to THINK. Give it a second and think and I mean really think about it. What will this cost? Where will it take me? Can I live with my choice? Seems like a child’s nursery rhyme but so often we forget that a moment of thought could p...
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