Sacrifice of Love. I wish he would stop embarrassing us. He just walks around loving folk. And he is always poor.
Now it is told that my brother put a rope in his mouth and dove into the mighty Colorado and saved this boat.
Some chose the good and others the "necessity"
Sacrifice is not always easy. Sacrifice is not always noble. Sacrifice is not always smart. But when the is sacrifice of our most precious commodity - time, we should stand up and notice. First we must ask if the sacrifice was done in love. Then we must look to see if the one sacrificing is playing the martyr. Sacrifice in and of itself is not good, it is neutral.
Some folks never seem to have enough cash. They miss out on things like golf and travel and new things.
Nobody knows for sure what tomorrow will bring. There are some folks out there that want to take it all with them when they go. No I am not talking about the guy who thinks "he who dies with the most toys wins". I am referring to the man who knows all he can take with him are his deeds. And indeed those go with us.
Which life do we chose?
How do you spend your time?
Do you spend as much of your time helping people as you do making money?
Some people just do not get it.
My big brother, and I mean big!, took me aside and set me down. ////This man is 6.8 played college football and has hands that make shadows ten feet long. He once carried my 200 lb body in his arms and kicked in a door and put me on a gurney and told the hospital to "fix my brother".//
Well by golly they did and after a ruptured appendix here I am.
Well anyhow he took me aside and said: "boy why ain't you rich"? Note this was serious, because we only talk that way to make a point.
I suppose I owe him an explanation.
I just do not care.
I now am almost free in life. Shoot I only have a wife and a child that I must "provide" for on the daily basis. Well let me rephrase that. Because I can provide at that level with one leg and one arm while drunk and distracted. I am free.
Now savings and security I do not have. I do not want it. I have had it and lost it. And the grief that caused is not worth it. Sure I could pay down on my mortgage but to what end? I am heavily insured and any catastrophe on me would make my wife better off financially than with me healthy and thriving and alive. That is something I concern myself with. But the rest is no.
College tuition savings. That is the biggest joke in the world. I invest my time in teaching and training my children to love education. To love learning. I believe that it is not college time unless a child can go on a scholarship. Or they choose to do it on their own. My doctorate degree and 2 dollars is what it takes to buy a cup of coffee. College should not be a parent thing.
Now granted we do have a policy taken out before our son's birth to help him if he so chooses college. 5 dollars a week. Through Gerber. But that is really for his mom. Many mom's do not like the attitude laid out above.
Here is how we pay for college,
Invest wisely and guard that investment.
I am very lucky and it is luck -- and prayer and God. I get to say I am a preacher man. That gives some respect and stature to me wasting my time running around helping people instead of chasing the buck. I am not lucky or blessed with my hard work and self earned education that I can use to make money as needed.
Seriously. People who run around helping others who are not affiliated with some religious group or charity or government entity or volunteer group are held in low esteem. Were as if you get a civic pride award from a group really marketing themselves you are held up as a good person.
I do not do most my work with homeless and children under the auspices of a congregation. But I am a preacher man so people just assume I do it for God. Perhaps mostly this is true or perhaps not. I am still just selfish a lot. And so I do it for me. As I said mostly to my wife's chagrin. However she is so proud that I am a preacher man, that it is forgiven. (not right at all)
Fallacy of ownership of .....
As is this authors' want let me conclude with some thoughts
I work hard for a living. Most you think that I am speaking of "making money living". That not so much. No, I work hard at real living and real life. I am storing up my goods to take with me when I am called to die here. I like what I have and want to keep it, I am not talking about my car. I am talking about stuff that is everlasting. I am talking about riches beyond any worth. I am talking about your very own happiness and joy and love. There may be some bad ass demonic repo man out there, but other than that nobody can take what I got away.
So to answer my brothers' question. I must ask him back, why do you work so hard for money?