I often wonder if a childless parent (say me) would sacrifice a limb to gain a child

adult male leg amputee
jeff noel’s leg in foreground, waiting for a haircut (an utterly random moment)

 

A person like this has two choices:

  1. Mourn the loss of a leg
  2. Rejoice the gift of a leg

This is a test we all want to pass, but none of us want to take.

I often wonder if a childless parent (say me) would sacrifice a limb to gain a child.

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Getting things in order before the big record breaking trip

road traffic control beacons
decently organized, right?

 

Getting things in order before the big record breaking trip. In the past three decades, never been away this long.

Yes, I need to adapt and overcome.

Can hear people saying, “Quit whining Jeff, deal with it.”

Yes and, my wish for them is “ditto” – with their exercise and diet.

Come on people.

Adapt and overcome.

At least here, transparency is obvious.

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The best cab driver in New Orleans is…

standing out
to be the best, you have to completely dominate the competition

The best cab driver in New Orleans is Rose. She told me so. Why should anyone doubt her? She’s had a tough life. But to her, it would seem, it’s just life. Neither tough nor not tough. It is what it is.

Same with being organized. It is what it is. Depending on who you grow up with, your standards may be skewed.

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Insight: Do you know if your bar is set too low? Too high?

Gabe Adams Inspirational

Alaska.Monday005

This is one of those times when a jeff noel blog post could work in any of the five themed blogs – Mind, Body, Spirit, Money or HQ.

Well, here it is at HQ (headquarters), because it represents what I’m trying to convince myself of everyday.

“Slow down, do your best and Joyfully serve others with Faith, Hope and Love.”

Please forgive me for what I’m about to say, “If you don’t have five minutes to watch this, you are an idiot .

Click here , if you’re not an idiot too busy and you have the guts to do something great.

Brand New Old Man

Is 50 old?  I think not.  Not to my In-Laws (83 & 86).  Maybe to our son (9), or one of my colleagues (28). But not me.  No sir-yee.

Old?  What does that mean, old?

And what does it mean to be brand new?    Can something “old” become brand new?

I think so.  I know so.

The question now, is, “Do you think so?”