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Monthly Archives: July 2008

Okay, on my way back from Houston, TX several weeks ago, I was pulled over for speeding.  I was going 82 mph in a 65 mph speeding zone.  I was clearly speeding and guilty.  The police officer approaches the car and asked that question, “Sir, you were traveling at a speed well above the posted speed limit, can you tell me why?”  This is where wisdom comes in.  I thought for a moment: “What could I possibly say that he will let me go without a ticket?”  My initial conclusion was: “nothing.”  Then I started entertaining different responses: “I need to get my wife to the hospital because she is having a baby.”  (problem: I was traveling alone.) Or “No, stupid, I just was speeding and just give me a ticket.” (problem: I was traveling alone and the guy could have beaten me to a pulp.)  Or “I have a dead body in my trunk and I need to get it back in time for the mortuary to do its thing.”  (problem: I did not have a trunk.  But, my boss used this reason once because he did have a dead body in his trunk at one time and because he was a licensed mortician and he was rushing back to embalm the body in time for a funeral service.)  So, I jettisoned those responses and responded this way: “The 65 mph speeding zone just rushed upon me so suddenly and I didn’t have time to respond.”  I knew that this response would not earn me any sympathy but it was better than the other responses and that’s why I am alive to today!


I am in Texas visting my grandfather; a man I love dearly.  He is leaving with my aunt, his daughter.  Yesterday, I commended my aunt for being ‘different.’  (Something I have told my sister too.)  My aunt told me that her mother (my grandmother) insisted that my aunt dress different than the other girls and don’t try to fit in or conform to the fashion of the day but rather to be fashion trend setter.  In other words, my aunt was encouraged to be a leader and not a tag along.  In fact, my aunt was disciplined by my grandmother for wanting to dress like the other girls.  Imagine that – being disciplined for wanting to be a conformist.  That discipline must have worked because my aunt is indeed a trend setter and is not satisfied trying to fit in.  Imagine if more mothers insisted on their daughters to be different (fashion wise).  Two things are certain we would not have so many copy cats or conformists and two, the clothing industry would be brought to its knees.  [By the way, this is what I love about my sister; she is so ‘different’ than other young ladies.  She is not a follower but a trend setter (=leader)].