Eric's Sunday Sermon; We Say Grace and We Say Maa'm
Just good manners
We do not invade your space. We make room for it. Our table is your table and the scraps may be mine. I see your people as my people. Lord help me. I am just a country boy, Lord help. We dip our hats to Senoras and Senoritas. We got pride but it is mixed up with God. I know how to say Buenos Dias, Good Day Mate, Howdy and shalom and namaste and Ya tah hey and Aloha. And I can kiss you in butterfly, cheek to cheek, nose to nose, hard on the lips and coy.
Shoot you cannot teach this old boy new tricks, But I say maa'm and I say sir. That is the way I was built Ford tough. I can run a trout line and stay up til 9am and skin a buck and saute a trout. I was built to survive. I can bust down a row of corn without a sip a water. I can plant from dusk til dawn, I can do what it takes to make ends meet. My wife and my child called me elephant fat man just the other day, I swooped one up in arm and the other in the other and hoot and hollered as I ran through the home. Whahoo! Us old boys can get it done.
But being tough ain't where it is at. Love and harmony is cool to the rule. Turn your child's head for a moment: If you threaten my family, I am no refugee, I will rip your head off, throw salt down your throat and kick you before you hit the ground. And I don't like violence. but my wife's right to walk down a street unmolested is your only ticket to life.
We like to tip our hats and say maa'm We are not tough guys and we dang sure take in the groceries and out the garbage on Tuesdays. We just old boys. We like apple pie and a beer on Friday night.
Hang on with this old whiskey maker and homemade wine boy.
I tried to be real and real tough there, did it work? I am not all that good at it. Maybe you can give me pointers.
I don't think most folk get this concept.
What hike on what road?
I am just a preacher man
I do not get hate. Damned if I don't get it. I just cannot grasp hate. My buddy Thurman Joshonguva was a pal. Kenny Seidel and Beefy Lopez and Gilbert Wong and Joel Harris were and are my buddies. You got hell out there - bring it on.
I am not made of dirt. Bring it on baby we are ready to pay the price of freedom. But why fight?
As old Beefy used to say: "why fight when you can eat?"
We prattle on and perhaps we owe it to the reader to get to a short ride on a tough bull named annihilator. (sorry more tough guy Rodeo Cowboy style) But my point is that I have only an 8 second ride here, a short sermon when it gets down to it.
We just are that way
That whole bit about being a tough old country boy is meant to drive a point home. Do not discriminate against us. There are some of us who's roots are firmly entrenched in being polite and respectful. I see doctors and feel like crap. But I brush my teethe and I put on clean underwear and brush my hair. And I thank them for their time. I brush my teethe ten times before seeing the dentist. I clean my car before I take it to the mechanic. A store clerk is a person who deserves me to call her by her name. Shucks I keep my cans clean for the garbage man. I would die before disappointing my wife.
It causes consternation among others that I see life as a duty. It is my sworn and unsworn duty to be pleasant to others and let them know my gratitude toward them. If I left you with less than a smile on your face I am a bozo.
No this is not a lesson on how to be co-dependent this is exactly the opposite. I would just love to tell you that it is all about you, but I cannot. I am not wired that way. Sure I am altruistic and kind and giving. But do not fool yourself that this old preacher man is more than that. I do respect and honor cuz I was raised that way. I wish I could say it was because I work on it. But it just ain't that way.
Maybe each day we raise each other. Maybe my life was trained by you, yesterday, maybe today.
So we reach down and find our inner pilot light and ask what is it for? Why be polite?
I got no idea but it is a cool photo.
The short of it
Why not call a lady a lady. Why not say sir to the 20 something at the counter. Why not kick off your boots before entering your momma's kitchen?
We are not perfect. So why not carry around some happy? My wife does not like the pedestal I made for her. She would rather look up to me, she says the view is not as good looking down on someone.
I cannot put everyone above me. But if that is my default position, what harm comes from that?
Please act like you put your neighbor above you.