~by Kenneth Justice
My grandfather is an avid horse fanatic. He was born and raised in the hills of the Appalachians and has told me countless times, “I could ride a horse before I could ever walk”
…..although, with his charming Southern Twang it sounds more like, “I cood rid’ a harse fore I could ever walk down yarn street or pull up mine britches”
My grandfather has told me countless times that you can take an animal out of the wild but you can’t take the wild out of the animal……..and the older I get the more I realize how much truth is captured in that well known colloquialism.
Some things in life are just out of place;
–> Bengal Tigers should not be house pets (If only Siegfried & Roy had known this)
–> Pastors and Priests should not get secret massages off of Craig’s List (Sorry Mr. Ted Haggard)
–> Toddlers should not play ‘learn how to walk’ next to a freeway
–> If you’re a grumpy person you should not talk to me until I’ve had my first morning cup of coffee
I bring this up because recently I have had to deal with a particular person who is out-of-place……and because this person is out-of-place they have been ruining a lot of people’s lives.
Do you know the type?
–The woman who works in customer service at the Post Office and has dealt with one too many cranky customers
–The man who wanted to be a police officer but has been relegated to working as a parking meter attendant
–The barista at Starbucks who hates coffee
–The vegan chef who works at Ruth Chris Steakhouse
Lot’s of people are out-of-place and when you and I run into them they make our lives a living nightmare.
You can paint a pig’s toenails, cover it’s snout and mouth with rouge and lipstick and put pearl’s around its neck…….but its still a pig
I don’t mean to bash pigs…..but no matter how you dress them up they still look out of place on Sunday morning during Mass
If you’ve read my blog for any length of time you’ve hopefully formed a picture of myself that involves the idea that Kenneth is a pretty laid-back individual….
Although I do not smoke pot, my idea of a good time is to sit back on the porch, turn on some Bob Marley, and enjoy the evening summer breeze…..
When I have to deal with people who are meddlesome, gossips, slanderers, and the like……it makes me feel like I’m reliving my childhood years when I grew up with the crazier side of Evangelical Christianity; the kind who preferred gossip over meaningful conversation and honesty.
Life can be trying at times….
People can be really difficult…..
But there is a light at the end-of-the-tunnel and we can see it if we squint our eyes really tight…..it is there……its just hard to see at times.
I can smell the aroma of my next cup of coffee brewing,
P.S. [to the marijuana users in my audience; I am not against pot, I actually lean towards legalization, I’m just not into it personally]
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