‘What You Cryin About, Mon?’

We were sitting in a doctor’s office this morning.  As I observed the patients enter the waiting room to await their turn, I noticed a, pleasant women with a stylish cane, and her grumpy husband…also with a cane.

The, peaceful, lady entered first and the receptionist greeted her, cheerfully, and called her, Miss Doris.  Miss Doris, responded in a bright and optimistic voice and proceeded to find her seat and fill out some paperwork that she had been given.

When, Mr. Dorris, entered he proclaimed, ‘every damn time!, and then sat next to his  wife.

The, cherubic wife, lifted her head from her clerical duties…and asked, with a smile, ‘what?’

Mr. Dorris, with a permanent grimace, responded, ‘they have you fill out those damn papers every time you come here!’

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He picked up a magazine…seeking enlightenment…and soon uttered, ‘damn’, again.

His long-suffering wife, asked, what he was upset about, and he told her to read the first paragraph.  She did, and smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

We were on a bus tour in Europe, a few years ago.  After we had boarded the bus and taken our seats, in the back, I could not help but notice the gentleman, in front of us, was cursing and angry about some, perceived mistake, that his wife had made.

The angry tourist, repeatedly, announced, that, ‘I told you we were going to get bad seats!’

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When his wife asked him to be quite and to shut up and told him that he was making a scene…he said…about ten times…’god damnit I am not shutting up!’

I tapped the, out of sorts traveler, and asked him if he would like to trade seats with Mary Jane and I?

His wife told me to not do it…as he deserved what he got.

In the 90’s we took a Great Eastern vacation.  One of our stops was in Philadelphia.  The traffic was horrendous…as had been the rule throughout our automobile odyssey.  Finally, we found a parking garage and entered…and I began to hear someone yelling instructions to me.

As I rolled down my window, to facilitate hearing the loud commands, better, I was instructed to, ‘leave the windows rolled down and the car keys on the driver’s seat.’

I was determined to give the, surly, parking attendant…a piece of my, Southern Illinois mind!

Mary Jane and Aaron and Jonathon…simply knew that Dad was preparing to ‘blow a gasket!’

I told the Jamaican gentleman that I had never heard of such instructions and feared that my rental car would be stolen.  He responded, ‘what you cryin about, mon?’


Suddenly, my anger, was diffused…and I wondered, indeed, what I was cryin about?

As Grandma Askew often said, ‘if you live to be 100…life is short!’


We live in a world that the most astute author…could not create in a novel!

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We love and are loved.


We have family and friends that are near us and who rely upon us.

As Scarlett O’Hara said in the movie, Gone With The Wind, ‘tomorrow is another day!’

Each day is filled with opportunity to discover a blessing on this, magical mysterious road of life.

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One, surprising day, we found ourselves on the road of life…we did not know how we arrived…and one day…the journey will be over…and we do not choose the time of departure.


If you will stand back and observe you life…there are many elements of it that are more valuable than the lottery…or as the Bible says, ‘I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir.’   Isaiah 13:12   KJV




4 responses

  1. Merry Christmas to you BJ!

    1. Merry Christmas, my friend! 🎅🏻🎄

  2. Someone else once said, “Don’t get cross; get even.” 🙂 Have a wonderful Christmas!

    1. Happy Christmas to you, my friend! 🎅🏻

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