Thoughts are Things

However, if you asked my son he would disagree with passion.  In my life I have always been told Thoughts are things.  If you think it you can manifest it.  I have seen this happen in my on son’s life.  He is the perfect pessimists.  Everything he talks about is negative and then he rants at me that everything in his life is bad.  I try to, softly, explain my views but am always cut off at the heels by his beliefs which I always honor.  I even go as far as suggest he look at my life as an example.

Well enough negative.  When we left Memphis I started thinking how great it would be to get my Memphis family all to move t the villages with us.  Well one by one they came to visit.  Some liked it others thought it was a joke.  Well it’s been about four years since I started. 

First to arrive, the couple we never thought would ever come.  They have been consumed by the lifestyle.  They pickleball, and socialize so much we rarely see them.  How fun to see these two people we love so much expand themselves into a true “villagers”!!

The next to arrive were regular diners around the tables in Memphis.   He’s a pilot and she’s an entrepreneur with her own business.  They have always been in the middle of the social scene in Memphis.  Her, connected from birth to the scene, him a down to earth simply great guy, true friend, great husband, caring father.  A man I am proud to call my friend.  They rented for a couple of years then found a house and boom they are here and live very close to us which we enjoy a lot. 

Well today the last members moved in, my adopted sister and her husband.  They left Memphis where they had children, grandchildren, and friends for well over thirty years.  I am not saying they moved here to be with us, but they moved here to enjoy the retirement years of their lives.   Needless to say I am excited beyond words.

I am looking forward to many years of dinners, and a continuing the wonderful life we thought we left behind in Memphis.   I can see the fun now eating at each other’s homes as we did back in Memphis.  However, now we are all living in adult Disneyland!!!  Doing things we love to do with the people we love the most.

So the next time you think thoughts are not things.  Remember the Blessed Man and how his most secret thoughts all came true.  I believe anytime you think with unconditional love it just has to come true.

Think I will start thinking great and powerfully about my son, couldn’t hurt huh?

Peace,

The Blessed Man

The Perfect Round

I am very blessed to live and work in America’s Friendliest Hometown The Villages Florida.  My job is at one of the golf courses here.  I drive around and make sure the players are having fun and enjoying their round.

Last week I saw something that moved me enough to place it here in this lowly place.  I close the course one evening a week.  Part of the closing duties is to make sure the entire fleet of rental carts are back and secure before we can leave. Therefore we never like to rent a cart after 4:00pm.  Because that means we might have to stay later than the 6:30 we are all due off work.  Keeping me from happy hour at my house with my wonderful wife, well sure enough I get the word that we rented a cart at 4:45!!!  I was on my course when it happened so I didn’t see the customer’s.  There was a part of me that was a little upset but I knew this was a rule when I picked up this job but, I really needed a glass of wine this night. 

Well as the night progressed, I came upon the group.  It was an elderly gentlemen, a man of my age, and a younger man.  All playing and having a good time; I quickly ran by them in an effort to make sure they saw me but not enough to slow them down as they played in case this would make them finish quicker!!

Well as fate would have it the next time I saw them it was on a tee box.  All were out of the carts waiting on the elderly man to hit.  As I sat there it became very clear to me that this was a very special threesome.  As the elderly gentleman hit I told him great shot.  He smiled and said I should have seen the one his grandson hit from the back tees, a look of pride like a father looking at his son for the first time.  Then the middle man so to speak, told me that the elderly man was his father and they were in town celebrating his 90^th birthday!  He was his father and the younger man was his grandson.  What a threesome.  The look on the grandfather’s face was simply priceless.  At that moment I thought about my father.  I still have the score card from 1961 my first nine holes with my Dad.  I thought what would I give to tee it up with him one more time?  I knew it was almost anything I had.  Can you imagine playing golf with three generations?  What a treat.  Suddenly it didn’t matter if they ever brought that cart back.  I want to follow them around and try my best to steal a brief moment of their joy, trying desperately to put myself in their place so I could experience their joy. 

They played until dusk.  I was almost saddened when I saw them coming in.  I knew that the grandfather’s special round was ending.  They stood in the parking lot as the sun was setting and I couldn’t help but think how special this moment was for them all, even if it was wasted on the young man.  What a memory, playing golf with your father and his 90 year old father.  Really?

I know this place I live is special.  I just never knew how much until moments like this happen. 

What I would give to be able to say just one more time “Dad let’s go tee it up one more time.  I promise to let you win no matter how bad you play.  Sure wish Grand Dad was here.  Come on get in the cart I can’t wait for this Perfect Round.”

Love and miss you everyday

Peace,

The Blessed Man