“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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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.
Stucky – Remove the s for secure in the https:// format and it will post.
So THAT’S the secret??? Wow. Very cool.
Thanks a million!!!!
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.
Hmmm…my soon to be Ex-Wife .
Stuck.. The song may have a slight (barely seen) religious bent but what I wanted was the central thought.
The only damn thing you are is really what you leave behind. You won’t be here long and unless you leave a legacy – be it decent children (as nature intended as your only route to immortality) or several abandoned Lunar Lander Radars (now on the moon to remain there forever) or an Astroid with your name on it or dammitall SOMETHING behind you, when you leave, you’re gone.
A puff of smoke (from the crematory chimney) is not a happy thought to as your only contribution to your passage through life.
Old Muck
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
Damn Stuck! Aren’t you a sweetie today (not like YOUR sweetie – but you know what I mean).
Seriously. Thank you.. The feel is mutual..
Muck
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.
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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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@ RiNs The More Interesting as He Writes and Thinks!! : You know, you do not have to LIVE a history or an experience or live in a place to write a book about it.
You RESEARCH IT. If it is very important – or the need is pressing -perhaps you pack a backpack and GO THERE – but that is not really necessary.You can learn more about it than the people who live there or lived the history because you have an advantage in researching of actually seeing a BIGGER picture than those who just lived or are living it!.
Then what you do is sit down with pencil and paper, computer and keyboard, chalkboard and chalk, charcoal and rock and START WRITING. And KEEP WRITING. And WRITE SOME MORE. And then WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
Buy several GOOD BOOKS on WRITING, HOW TO’s, et al and STUDY THEM.
Then go back and THROW AWAY EVERYTHING YOU’VE WRITTEN TO DATE and START WRITING IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
As a Professional Scientist, Engineer, Computer Programmer, Teacher, Thrower of Monkey Wrenches, Project Manager, and a Professional Writer (from Tech Writing to fiction), I can tell you truly that GOOD WRITING is harder than anything you will ever do for one simple reason.
You are doing something (writing) that must be good enough, solid enough, interesting enough, accurate enough and enjoyable enough to make other people WANT to read it, listen to you, follow your advise, whatever the fuck it is you are trying to do. BUT BUT BUT you must do it well enough to grab the reader by the balls (or elsewhere) in the first paragraph and keep the reader entertained, educated and looking forward to the next word for the ENTIRE DAMNED BOOK..
Believe me please for this is the truth. Writing is much harder than digging ditches, cutting down trees, laying pavement in the Summer Sun with no breeze, turning a corn field by hand, keeping your wife happy and it’s right up there with raising your children honestly right where you’ll be proud of them on your death-bed.
But, BUT – if you can learn to do it (writer’s are NOT BORN – they work their asses off to become writers as they go along!) you will have opened new worlds of knowledge, challenge, satisfaction, profit (if you’re lucky) and essentially a whole new life for yourself.
Your wife (if you have one) and family (especially tiny new ones) will suffer because writing is a bloody solitary occupation and requires one to isolate yourself during productive writing sessions. No family, no dog, no kids – no distractions — NOTHING.. You work. You think. You WRITE. You re-WRITE. You RE-Write AGAIN. That means you must add balance to the pot – WRITE when you’re writing and give it up when you’re being a Lover, Dad and family man.
If anyone tells you writing is easy and a snap they have absolutely no clue what they are talking about.
With experience, years of work, et al, you will find the words flow more smoothly, the vocabulary improves, dictionaries wear out, Thesaurus fall apart at the seams, ideas form – if not easier, then perhaps more coherently to allow thoughts and story line to flow more easily (not necessarily better – but more easily).
Writing is like digging a hole. If you don’t dig, the hole doesn’t get dug.
No one said that LIFE – much less something much more sophisticated than mere life (writing, communicating, speech, understanding et al comes from the mind – developed during life – not because of it) was easy. Writing takes the normally tough daily routine of living and squares it and squares it again if you want to be successful at it.
My words of advice? Simple as pie. Just do it. and keep doing it.
Best of luck..
Muck
You so called atheists know you are fucked or you wouldn’t be asking such foolish questions .
You know what bb? You’re worse than a religious nut or an atheist. You’re a bore. Now please get out of my back yard.
Muck
Thanks Muck,
You are a sweetie and a smartie.
Suzanna
Why do wimmins always use flowery words like sweetie and smartie to win your heart Muck? 🙂
Cause honeybunch seems a bit fresh.
@Bea and Mags: Men are a complete pushover for an honest “I like you” complement. Doesn’t have to have a damn thing with sex – not that there anything wrong with sex – but men are also perhaps a but more gullible and hungry for praise – Hell, I don’t know, I just am one.
I don’t mind “fresh” either. In fact, check out a few cracks and “fresh” smells better too!
(But MOST OF ALL, I love a sense of humor, laughter, smiles, hugs and a touch of affection. And that’s the truth!)
Muck
@Susy: Damn – you’re growing on me!
Muck..
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
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
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!