“It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly
than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection.”
~ Bhagavad Gita
I was supposed to be in West Liberty today for the placing of the WWI Doughboy statute that was destroyed during the tornado and repaired by artist Steve Tirone. My parents, as members of the Morgan County DAV chapter, were a big part of the ceremony. I was disappointed that I couldn’t be there for the same reason I’ve been unable to dig out the last of those honeysuckle stumps: dadburn bronchitis. Plus, the city decided they wouldn’t pick up last week’s debris until they were “tied in small bundles.” Mind you, no one on this street ropes their yard waste, including me, and they always pick up the debris, to which I say, “silly arbitrary rule use, naughty Lexington.” But I digress…
Anyway, Annie and Stacy found it in their hearts to help their sick pal by digging out the last of the stumps and bundling debris. Taking their pictures helped remind me that, while I was missing an important moment for my hometown, I was nevertheless present for an equally important moment in my own yard. Service is measured in many ways: to one’s God, one’s country, one’s community, one’s neighbors, one’s friends, and to one’s self. All equal in value to one’s spirit and the greater good. For this day, for these friends, and for Photoshop, I am truly thankful.
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