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December 4, 2015
The Pursuit
For the longest time – I got it wrong…
I thought the ultimate achievement in wrestling was to win a State Championship…
It is not.
The ultimate achievement in wrestling is to prepare a young man for his life by having him become the best person he can become by acquiring the “Qualities of a Wrestler” while in pursuit of a state championship.
Acquiring these qualities is more important than winning a state championship.
They are what is needed to become happy and successful in life.
These qualities are acquired during the pursuit and not in the winning.
It is in the pursuit that a kid transcends into a man.
It is in the pursuit that a kid is prepared for what life will bombard him with when he becomes a man.
It is in the pursuit that this sport is at its finest.
Winning a state championship doesn’t teach these things.
The pursuit does.
It is setting a goal that is more than you think you can ever achieve and then achieving more than you thought you ever could.
It is in overcoming any and all obstacles that may be in your path in pursuit of that goal.
It is in the agony of learning how to “figure it out” on your own.
It is in making the necessary adjustments even after “You figured it out.”
The hard adjustments which will require supreme sacrifice that will only make a small difference. Which will happen to be the difference between winning or losing.
It is in working endlessly and seeing no results; and still continuing to work because your will is stronger than everyone else’s doubt.
It is in learning that one man with belief is worth a thousand with only an interest.
It is in failing miserably and very publicly in front of your peers and everyone who is important to you. It is in learning to master the concept of “Again” – the ability to muster up a little more when the world would understand if you quit.
It is in not achieving your desired goal, after a very long hard season, one in which you bled to do so. To then make a personal decision to work even harder for another season with absolutely no guarantee of success.
It is in the knowing that you did everything that you could to achieve your goal and the understanding that sometimes that will be enough, and sometimes it won’t.
You can’t control that.
All you can control is to be as best prepared as you can.
It is in the understanding that when it magically is enough, that you are humble because you know the feeling of being on the other side of the win.
And when it is not enough you know to dig down and inspect and analyze your performance because there is something within the loss that you need to learn to help you achieve a future bigger goal.
And you find it.
And you turn a weakness into a strength.
And you keep doing that until you have no more weaknesses.
This is the process of becoming a man.
Many wrestlers who went on to win a state championship are now jerks.
Many wrestlers who took 2nd, 3rd or never even placed have become great people.
So it is not winning the state championship that is the difference.
It is what you take away from this great sport that is the difference.
It is in the pursuit.
If ones idea of achievement is to win a state championship then logically there can be only 1 winner per weight class throughout the state.
There is not.
Because the real winners in this sport are the wrestlers who acquire the traits which will be necessary for their success and happiness in life.
And those traits all can be found in the pursuit.
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December 3, 2015
I Would Have Missed Seeing Lives Being Filled with Gold
“Would you rewind, or fast forward?”
BettyJane posed this question to me while we were in the midst of dealing with an abnormal amount of relentless CHAOS the other day.
CHAOS, that had both of us cornered at the brink.
When I didn’t immediately answer, BettyJane persisted,
“No seriously, if you could either rewind your life, or fast forward it – which one would you pick?”
“I would push play,” I said.
As I have learned that attempting to go through horror with grace is difficult, but attempting to go through horror without grace is unwise and extremely unproductive.
“You really would want to be right here?”
“Yes, I would want to be right here,” I said as firmly as a baseball umpire would shout “Out” on a close call at first base, knowing the more firmly he said it the more convincing he would be.
I said it very firmly.
But I wasn’t convinced.
I wasn’t convinced that I would really prefer to push play.
Not this time.
This time I had my doubts.
“Pushing Play” was just too painful.
Pain hurts.
Pain does that to you
But hurting is good.
Pain is the price of being human.
It makes you recognize that you are alive.
It makes you feel.
It makes you question and compare.
Pain makes you more aware.
It heightens your senses.
It sharpens your focus.
It is by experiencing pain that you find answers.
Pain forces you to connect the dots of your life using your own inner vision of what you believe the picture of your life should look like as a model.
Pain makes you fight for it.
It makes you recognize things that you would have overlooked if you didn’t experience the pain.
It actually does.
“Really? This is what you would want?” BettyJane repeated.
“Of course not, but this is where we are. And I believe we need to be here for some reason,” I said.
The conversation suddenly came to an abrupt end as we both had to deal with another onslaught from CHAOS. It was as if CHAOS was listening to our conversation and realized BettyJane and I were suddenly coming back from the brink. So it attacked again.
But the conversation never ended.
Not for me.
I picked it up again in my mind hours later.
I just felt there was something in that conversation that I needed to delve into and inspect more closely.
It made me tingle. And when I tingle I know it is exactly where I need to be.
So I decided to conduct a personal experiment.
I asked myself a question:
If I had decided to rewind my life, or fast forward it – what would I miss?
To carry out my experiment I paid attention to everything I would have missed over a few weeks, and how differently I view life today, compared to how I would have viewed it a few years ago.
Here’s what I would have missed:
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed an 11 year old boy named Jaxon be able to partake in the first wrestling practice of his life.
I met Jaxon’s mother, Amber, online last year, through a friend of a friend. Amber is the mother of a child who is fighting cancer.
Last year she posted on Facebook that all she wanted for Jaxon’s birthday was for people to send him a birthday card, for what he really wanted was unattainable – Jaxon wanted to wrestle like his brother.
He could not, as the doctors thought it would be too dangerous due to his illness.
So Amber started the Send Some Birthday Love to Jaxon Facebook page. She noted what Jaxon really wanted was to be able to wrestle like his brother. He was too sick to do that, so instead, he just wanted some mail.
Something to look forward to.
The letters, cards and sports apparel flooded in.
I believe more than 1,100 pieces in all.
It was a wonderful outpouring of love and support from total strangers and acquaintances from the wrestling community.
It touched my heart.
As a parent of a sick child I understood the significance of just wanting something good to look forward to each day. Something unexpected, non predictable, totally arbitrary – something to get you to tomorrow, where, maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would bring something better for your child than today did.
In a recent Facebook post (One of the best of the year) Amber wrote that during his oncology appointment Jaxon just got the approval from his doctor to be able to wrestle.
Just like he brother.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed Taylor drop the first puck for the NY Rangers 2016 season.
I met Taylor and her mother Teresa when I was asked to speak at a benefit for Taylor that the Islip Owls Travel Baseball team organized to support her in her fight.
Taylor is fighting Neuro Degenerative Langerhan’s Cell Histiocytosis, a rare blood disorder (only 350 cases per year are diagnosed) that can affect the central nervous system.
As fate would have it that night I was running late to be early for the event. I pulled into the parking lot at the exact time Taylor and her family were getting out of their car. I spent a few minutes with them walking into the event. I’m glad fate knew what it was doing that night making me late for the event as that walk into the event wound up being the quality time I was able to spend with Taylor and her family. Taylor had to leave the benefit early because she wasn’t feeling well.
I would get to know Taylor and her mom Teresa from afar over the next year by following Taylor’s Hope Foundation and Teresa’s late night updates on Taylor’s fight and journey. Posts I would relate to all to well.
I would learn how Taylor met Adam Graves through the “Garden of Dreams” Foundation . And how much this foundation has impacted her life. I would learn why it is said that hockey players are the greatest professional athletes in the world. I would learn that the “Garden of Dreams” foundation wasn’t for show or publicity – I would learn of so many behind the scenes things that they did for Taylor. The life they renewed in her, the inspiration they provided when she needed it, the urging to take care of herself and keep fighting.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed hearing the sound of laughter resounding throughout my house.
This seems like a small feat, but it is not – there is usually one of the six of us who needs repair at any given moment, each in our own way.
But for a brief moment the other day we all were whole.
We were all happy.
At the same time.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed the anticipatory look on my daughter Jessica’s face as she knew that it was Tuesday, and Tuesday is the day her friend Vanessa comes to visit her.
I would have also missed the glow on her face after Vanessa left.
A glow that would shine for the rest of the week.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed the meaning and magic of friendship being defined in front of my eyes.
I would have missed the pictures and updates showing Loriann dropping everything in her life in order to travel a few thousand miles to spend time with her life long friend MaryJane, who just had a double mastectomy.
The lesson that presence is the greatest present one could give.
And that friendship and love is the greatest healing agent.
Have you ever re-watched a movie for the second time and found all of the things that you didn’t pick up the first time?
Pain has had that affect on my life.
It has given me eyes.
It has given me ears.
It has given me a heart.
Happiness is 25% gratitude, 25% appreciation, 25% love and 25% awe of the ordinary.
Pain has taught me that.
In James Radcliffe – Everything is Broken blog, he talks about the Japanese philosophy of ‘Kintsugi’
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing cracked objects with gold.
These object were once seemed to be broken beyond repair.
But instead of being discarded or thrown away the most valuable ingredient in the world was used to repair them.
I venture to say that ingredient, in the real world, is love.
Love is the gold that fills the cracks in our world.
To all the people who are the “Gold” that fill the cracks in these peoples lives – I salute you.
You are the most valuable ingredient in the world.
And Life is more beautiful for you having done so.
And seeing you do that – well, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.
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I Would Have Missed…
“Would you rewind, or fast forward?”
BettyJane posed this question to me while we were in the midst of dealing with an abnormal amount of relentless CHAOS the other day.
CHAOS, that had both of us cornered at the brink.
When I didn’t immediately answer BettyJane persisted,
“No seriously, if you could either rewind your life, or fast forward it – which one would you pick?”
“I would push play,” I said.
As I have learned that attempting to go through horror with grace is difficult, but attempting to go through horror without grace is unwise and extremely unproductive.
“You really would want to be right here?”
“Yes, I would want to be right here,” I said as firmly as a baseball umpire would shout “Out” on a close call at first base, knowing the more firmly he said it the more convincing he would be.
I said it very firmly.
But I wasn’t convinced.
I wasn’t convinced that I would really prefer to push play.
Not this time.
This time I had my doubts.
“Pushing Play” was just too painful.
Pain hurts.
But hurting is good.
Pain is the price of being human.
It makes you recognize that you are alive.
Pain does that to you.
It makes you feel.
It makes you question and compare.
Pain makes you more aware.
It heightens your senses.
It sharpens your focus.
It is by experiencing pain that you find answers.
Pain forces you to connect the dots of your life using your own inner vision of what you believe the picture of your life should look like as a model.
Pain makes you fight for it.
It makes you recognize things that you would have overlooked if you didn’t experience the pain.
It actually does.
“Really? This is what you would want?” BettyJane repeated.
“Of course not, but this is where we are. And I believe we need to be here for some reason,” I said.
The conversation suddenly came to an abrupt end as we both had to deal with another onslaught from CHAOS. It was as if CHAOS was listening to our conversation and realized BettyJane and I were suddenly coming back from the brink. So it attacked again.
But the conversation never ended.
Not for me.
I picked it up again in my mind hours later.
I just felt there was something in that conversation that I needed to delve into and inspect more closely.
It made me tingle. And when I tingle I know it is exactly where I need to be.
So I decided to conduct a personal experiment.
I asked myself a question:
If I had decided to rewind my life, or fast forward it – what would I miss?
To carry out my experiment I paid attention to everything I would have missed over a few weeks, and how differently I view life today, compared to how I would have viewed it a few years ago.
Here’s what I would have missed:
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed an 11 year old boy named Jaxon be able to partake in the first wrestling practice of his life.
I met Jaxon’s mother, Amber, online last year, through a friend of a friend. Amber is the mother of a child who is fighting cancer.
Last year she posted on Facebook that all she wanted for Jaxon’s birthday was for people to send him a birthday card, for what he really wanted was unattainable – Jaxon wanted to wrestle like his brother.
He could not, as the doctors thought it would be too dangerous due to his illness.
So Amber started the Send Some Birthday Love to Jaxon Facebook page. She noted what Jaxon really wanted was to be able to wrestle like his brother. He was too sick to do that, so instead, he just wanted some mail.
Something to look forward to.
The letters, cards and sports apparel flooded in.
I believe more than 1,100 pieces in all.
It was a wonderful outpouring of love and support from total strangers and acquaintances from the wrestling community.
It touched my heart.
As a parent of a sick child I understood the significance of just wanting something good to look forward to each day. Something unexpected, non predictable, totally arbitrary – something to get you to tomorrow, where, maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would bring something better for your child than today did.
In a recent Facebook post (One of the best of the year) Amber wrote that during his oncology appointment Jaxon just got the approval from his doctor to be able to wrestle.
Just like he brother.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed Taylor drop the first puck for the NY Rangers 2016 season.
I met Taylor and her mother Teresa when I was asked to speak at a benefit for Taylor that the Islip Owls Travel Baseball team organized to support her in her fight.
Taylor is fighting Neuro Degenerative Langerhan’s Cell Histiocytosis, a rare blood disorder (only 350 cases per year are diagnosed) that can affect the central nervous system.
As fate would have it that night I was running late to be early for the event. I pulled into the parking lot at the exact time Taylor and her family were getting out of their car. I spent a few minutes with them walking into the event. I’m glad fate knew what it was doing that night making me late for the event as that walk into the event wound up being the quality time I was able to spend with Taylor and her family. Taylor had to leave the benefit early because she wasn’t feeling well.
I would get to know Taylor and her mom Teresa from afar over the next year by following Taylor’s Hope Foundation and Teresa’s late night updates on Taylor’s fight and journey. Posts I would relate to all to well.
I would learn how Taylor met Adam Graves through the “Garden of Dreams” Foundation . And how much this foundation has impacted her life. I would learn why it is said that hockey players are the greatest professional athletes in the world. I would learn that the “Garden of Dreams” foundation wasn’t for show or publicity – I would learn of so many behind the scenes things that they did for Taylor. The life they renewed in her, the inspiration they provided when she needed it, the urging to take care of herself and keep fighting.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed hearing the sound of laughter resounding throughout my house.
This seems like a small feat, but it is not – there is usually one of the six of us who needs repair at any given moment, each in our own way.
But for a brief moment the other day we all were whole.
We were all happy.
At the same time.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed the anticipatory look on my daughter Jessica’s face as she knew that it was Tuesday, and Tuesday is the day her friend Vanessa comes to visit her.
I would have also missed the glow on her face after Vanessa left.
A glow that would shine for the rest of the week.
I WOULD HAVE MISSED…
I would have missed the meaning and magic of friendship being defined in front of my eyes.
I would have missed the pictures and updates showing Loriann dropping everything in her life in order to travel a few thousand miles to spend time with her life long friend MaryJane, who just had a double mastectomy.
The lesson that presence is the greatest present one could give.
And that friendship and love is the greatest healing agent.
Have you ever re-watched a movie for the second time and found all of the things that you didn’t pick up the first time?
Pain has had that affect on my life.
It has given me eyes.
It has given me ears.
It has given me a heart.
Happiness is 25% gratitude, 25% appreciation, 25% love and 25% awe of the ordinary.
Pain has taught me that.
In James Radcliffe – Everything is Broken blog, he talks about the Japanese philosophy of ‘Kintsugi’
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing cracked objects with gold.
These object were once seemed to be broken beyond repair.
But instead of being discarded or thrown away the most valuable ingredient in the world was used to repair them.
I venture to say that ingredient, in the real world, is love.
Love is the gold that fills the cracks in our world.
To all the people who are the “Gold” that filled the cracks in these peoples lives – I salute you.
You are the most valuable ingredient in the world.
And Life is more beautiful for you having done so.
And seeing you do that – well, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.
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December 2, 2015
Reading Lawns
I should have recognized the signs, but I didn’t.
Not until I actually saw the sign.
The sign, posted at the edge of my neighbor’s property line read that she was in violation of some town ordinance:
“All landscaping shall be maintained so that lawns, hedges, bushes and trees shall be kept trimmed and free from becoming overgrown and unsightly.”
The sign said my neighbor had thirty days to clean up her property or she would be fined by the town.
It was signed by the Lawn Police.
Sometimes in life we have to look past the obvious, down to the root, to find the real problem.
The town had it all wrong.
In reality, it isn’t my neighbor’s lawn that is a mess, it is her life that is a mess.
My neighbor was in her 70’s when she moved into the neighborhood, some twenty years ago. That makes her in her 90’s today.
She moved in alone, and has been alone for all of that time.
The root of the problem is she is now ninety-something years old. She no longer has anyone in her life to do maintenance things for her.
She is too old.
She is without family.
She is alone and weak.
The town says my neighbor is not living up to code.
I say, I as her neighbor am the one not living up to code.
The towns way of helping her is to post a sign on her property saying she is in violation. Giving her an ultimatum – either clean up her lawn or she will be fined. Is she doesn’t pay the fine they will do the work and then put a lien on her house for the cost. As if her beneficiaries would take action because of this threat. The joke is on the town as she has no beneficiaries.
It is not my neighbors lawn that is in dire need of some love and care, it is my neighbor herself.
I have walked passed my neighbors house virtually every day on my daily walk.
I am mad at myself for not recognizing the signs, and never once asking her if she needed any help.
I can make a lot of excuses why I didn’t pick up on the signs, but the reality is, I should have.
I am furious at the person who instead of calling my neighbor to see if they could be of any help to her, instead called the town to report that she was not living up to code.
It takes me exactly 72 steps each day to just walk past my neighbor’s home.
Only 72 steps to look the other way.
Today, after I walk the 72 steps I approach my own home.
I walk up to my property line and look at my own lawn.
I read it.
I once had the most gorgeous lawn, one of the best in my neighborhood. Kentucky Rye sod so green and thick it made you to want to throw your sneakers out and walk bare foot.
Today it is not in that shape.
Today, my lawn is saying that I am struggling.
Because I am.
There are patches of my lawn that are green, full, beautiful and magical.
There are also spots in my lawn where weeds sprout up faster than I can pick them.
And then there are the dead spots.
That is a very good read on my life right now.
There are beautiful parts of my life where everything seems like it is part of utopia.
Then there are problems that erupt and spread faster than weeds ever could. These weeds require nearly all of my attention.
And then there are the dead spots.
The spots where beautiful green grass once was, but is no longer.
I wonder what people see when they look at my lawn.
As I see it, we all have a choice in life.
We can either be the person who calls the town to get the sign put up at the edge of the property.
We can be the person who takes 72 steps to walk on by to look the other way.
Or we can be the fertilizer.
I choose to be the fertilizer.
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November 29, 2015
Take A Straw Away
Take a straw away today.
We all know the accumulation of small straws break the camels back.
A small act of kindness takes away a single straw from someone’s back.
You never know which straw will make the difference.
I do know one straw will.
You may not realize it at the time but the straw that you take off of someone’s back just may be THE straw that makes a difference.
Take a straw away today.
November 27, 2015
“A Good Man” – Audiobook
The Audiobook of “A Good Man” is now available on Amazon.
It takes a lifetime to understand the importance of letting people know how much they mean to you.
November 23, 2015
The Pursuit
For the longest time – I got it wrong…
I thought the ultimate achievement in wrestling was to win a State Championship…
It is not.
The ultimate achievement in wrestling is to prepare a young man for his life by having him become the best person he can become by acquiring the “Qualities of a Wrestler” while in pursuit of a state championship.
Acquiring these qualities is more important than winning a state championship.
They are what is needed to become happy and successful in life.
These qualities are acquired during the pursuit and not in the winning.
It is in the pursuit that a kid transcends into a man.
It is in the pursuit that a kid is prepared for what life will bombard him with when he becomes a man.
It is in the pursuit that this sport is at its finest.
Winning a state championship doesn’t teach these things.
The pursuit does.
It is setting a goal that is more than you think you can ever achieve and then achieving more than you thought you ever could.
It is in overcoming any and all obstacles that may be in your path in pursuit of that goal.
It is in the agony of learning how to “figure it out” on your own.
It is in making the necessary adjustments even after “You figured it out.”
The hard adjustments which will require supreme sacrifice that will only make a small difference. Which will happen to be the difference between winning or losing.
It is in working endlessly and seeing no results; and still continuing to work because your will is stronger than everyone else’s doubt.
It is in learning that one man with belief is worth a thousand with only an interest.
It is in failing miserably and very publicly in front of your peers and everyone who is important to you. It is in learning to master the concept of “Again” – the ability to muster up a little more when the world would understand if you quit.
It is in not achieving your desired goal, after a very long hard season, one in which you bled to do so. To then make a personal decision to work even harder for another season with absolutely no guarantee of success.
It is in the knowing that you did everything that you could to achieve your goal and the understanding that sometimes that will be enough, and sometimes it won’t.
You can’t control that.
All you can control is to be as best prepared as you can.
It is in the understanding that when it magically is enough, that you are humble because you know the feeling of being on the other side of the win.
And when it is not enough you know to dig down and inspect and analyze your performance because there is something within the loss that you need to learn to help you achieve a future bigger goal.
And you find it.
And you turn a weakness into a strength.
And you keep doing that until you have no more weaknesses.
This is the process of becoming a man.
Many wrestlers who went on to win a state championship are now jerks.
Many wrestlers who took 2nd, 3rd or never even placed have become great people.
So it is not winning the state championship that is the difference.
It is what you take away from this great sport that is the difference.
It is in the pursuit.
If ones idea of achievement is to win a state championship then logically there can be only 1 winner per weight class throughout the state.
There is not.
Because the real winners in this sport are the wrestlers who acquire the traits which will be necessary for their success and happiness in life.
And those traits all can be found in the pursuit.
For all books by JohnA Passaro please go to:
Reading Lawns
I should have recognized the signs, but I didn’t.
Not until I actually saw the sign.
The sign, posted at the edge of my neighbor’s property line read that she was in violation of some town ordinance:
“All landscaping shall be maintained so that lawns, hedges, bushes and trees shall be kept trimmed and free from becoming overgrown and unsightly.”
The sign said my neighbor had thirty days to clean up her property or she would be fined by the town.
It was signed by the Lawn Police.
Sometimes in life we have to look past the obvious, down to the root, to find the real problem.
The town had it all wrong.
In reality, it isn’t my neighbor’s lawn that is a mess, it is her life that is a mess.
My neighbor was in her 70’s when she moved into the neighborhood, some twenty years ago. That makes her in her 90’s today.
She moved in alone, and has been alone for all of that time.
The root of the problem is she is now ninety-something years old. She no longer has anyone in her life to do maintenance things for her.
She is too old.
She is without family.
She is alone and weak.
The town says my neighbor is not living up to code.
I say, I as her neighbor am the one not living up to code.
The towns way of helping her is to post a sign on her property saying she is in violation. Giving her an ultimatum – either clean up her lawn or she will be fined. Is she doesn’t pay the fine they will do the work and then put a lien on her house for the cost. As if her beneficiaries would take action because of this threat. The joke is on the town as she has no beneficiaries.
It is not my neighbors lawn that is in dire need of some love and care, it is my neighbor herself.
I have walked passed my neighbors house virtually every day on my daily walk.
I am mad at myself for not recognizing the signs, and never once asking her if she needed any help.
I can make a lot of excuses why I didn’t pick up on the signs, but the reality is, I should have.
I am furious at the person who instead of calling my neighbor to see if they could be of any help to her, instead called the town to report that she was not living up to code.
It takes me exactly 72 steps each day to just walk past my neighbor’s home.
Only 72 steps to look the other way.
Today, after I walk the 72 steps I approach my own home.
I walk up to my property line and look at my own lawn.
I read it.
I once had the most gorgeous lawn, one of the best in my neighborhood. Kentucky Rye sod so green and thick it made you to want to throw your sneakers out and walk bare foot.
Today it is not in that shape.
Today, my lawn is saying that I am struggling.
Because I am.
There are patches of my lawn that are green, full, beautiful and magical.
There are also spots in my lawn where weeds sprout up faster than I can pick them.
And then there are the dead spots.
That is a very good read on my life right now.
There are beautiful parts of my life where everything seems like it is part of utopia.
Then there are problems that erupt and spread faster than weeds ever could. These weeds require nearly all of my attention.
And then there are the dead spots.
The spots where beautiful green grass once was, but is no longer.
I wonder what people see when they look at my lawn.
As I see it, we all have a choice in life.
We can either be the person who calls the town to get the sign put up at the edge of the property.
We can be the person who takes 72 steps to walk on by to look the other way.
Or we can be the fertilizer.
I choose to be the fertilizer.
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