Thought for the Day 9/26/2016

“You are what you leave behind you .”

Randy Travis – “Three Wooden Crosses”


Author: MuckAbout

Retired Engineer and Scientist (electronic, optics, mechanical) lives in a pleasant retirement community in Central Florida. He is interested in almost everything and comments on most of it. A pragmatic libertarian at heart he welcomes comments on all that he writes.

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Stucky
Stucky
September 26, 2016 9:54 am

What I leave behind me usually gets flushed.

Nice quote, really. But, you surprise me Muck …. cuz I know you ain’t very religious … and that song has a strong religious bent to it.

M.I.A.
M.I.A.
  Stucky
September 26, 2016 10:07 am

Stucky – Remove the s for secure in the https:// format and it will post.

Stucky
Stucky
  M.I.A.
September 26, 2016 11:02 am

So THAT’S the secret??? Wow. Very cool.

Thanks a million!!!!

Stucky
Stucky
September 26, 2016 9:58 am

It’s annoying as all hell not knowing if a youtube vid will post. Youtube eats shit.

Nice lyrics.

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“Three Wooden Crosses”

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin’ on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One’s headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An’ two of them were searchin’ for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An’ eighteen wheelers can’t stop on a dime.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an’ love for growin’ things in his young son’s heart.
An’ that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give ’em all a better start.
An’ that preacher whispered: “Can’t you see the Promised Land?”
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker’s hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

That’s the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: “Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an’ the preacher;
“Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
“Who read it to me.”

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, now I guess we know.
It’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
September 26, 2016 10:34 am

Hmmm…my soon to be Ex-Wife .

Stucky
Stucky
  Muck About
September 26, 2016 11:05 am

Well said, Muck. I don’t say it nearly often enough but, I truly appreciate you and always look forward to your posts.

Looks like old bb is blowing his fuse again. Or, blowing something He’s so easy to rile up! lol

RiNS the deplorable
RiNS the deplorable
  Muck About
September 26, 2016 11:47 am

Muck

Read Huxley’s Brave New World a while back. See, I am trying to wade thru that list as you suggested. Anyways. One of the enduring images in my head is the helicopter flying over chimneys of the crematoriums. It being pushed higher by the heat from smoke pouring into the night sky.

Like you say our legacy is our children. And I have done pretty good for a person some consider of no moral fibre.

The oldest has his Masters in Electrical Engineering
The middle guy works in Construction
And the youngest will Graduate With Honours in Mathematics next year.

Francis Marion in a response to my post titled Going to Valhalla said the following

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Been thinking lately that life is a short story of sorts. We live in fear to often of “losing what we have” if we dare to change the plot. But given its brevity what do we truly have? I am beginning to think longer term than simply myself and from time to time conclude that it may be time to change my story.

I think of my Roman & Celtic roots more these days and wonder what my ancestors would have done in my place? I know the answer. It is unsettling. But then I am not permanent. Our deeds, on the other hand, tend to echo.

…………………………………………………………………….

Those words have resonated with me. I keep thinking I haven’t made a difference but I am always surprised when I have. I should be writing a book myself but can’t seem to find the words. A pivotal event in History of Nova Scotia and I am not a part of it. Well at least not officially. But it doesn’t matter. My sons see me now as someone who tried to do right thing. They respect me and that my friends is all that counts. Whether it is formally written of has in some ways become less important. I will, even if I decide to not write it down, be heard or at the very least echo.

That will be good enough for me.

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bb
bb
September 26, 2016 10:53 am

You so called atheists know you are fucked or you wouldn’t be asking such foolish questions .

susanna
susanna
September 26, 2016 12:52 pm

Thanks Muck,
You are a sweetie and a smartie.
Suzanna

Bea Lever
Bea Lever
  susanna
September 26, 2016 1:06 pm

Why do wimmins always use flowery words like sweetie and smartie to win your heart Muck? 🙂

Maggie
Maggie
  Bea Lever
September 26, 2016 1:45 pm

Cause honeybunch seems a bit fresh.

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
September 26, 2016 12:54 pm

Rins….I had lunch with my cousin on Sunday. Her son who graduated from Davidson College in My ( a very good and expensive place of learning ) isn’t sure what he wants to doa at this point in his life. HE’s toyed with the idea about moving from his home of North Carolina to either someplace in Colorado or Lake Tahoe . I told her to support his wanderlust at this stage of his life. He has zero bills or responsibilities and he may never get a chance to explore this world after he settles down to a wife etc.

I wish I had done the same when I was young . Now that I’m older I’m doing a little more exploring…alas it’s done during vacation

RiNS the deplorable
RiNS the deplorable
  BUCKHED
September 26, 2016 2:06 pm

Buck

Funny you say that. Exploring that is. I am doing a bit more of it these days myself. Not so caught up in the rat race that is a career. I seems all smoke and mirrors anyways. Sitting in front of a computer is draining on the soul.

Your cousin’s son should explore the world while he is young. I am like you sometimes wishing I had done the same but it is never too late.

I am going to Northern Ontario on a road trip in a couple of weeks to visit in-laws. My father in law is giving me all the tools in his woodworking shop. I just built a garage and will getting to work starting it when I get back. Hopefully I can master the trade and be of some use to the folks around here that grow crops and raise livestock. I might not ever be a farmer but my plan is to be able to help them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2pam2a6AhI

goofyfoot
goofyfoot
September 26, 2016 1:54 pm

Some people tell me home is up in the skies.
In our skies lives a spy ay ay.
We need to be more like the oceans,
no talkin man, all action!