Second Thoughts – Turn the Page

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

Transitions are often an amazing thing.  Sometimes we choose them and sometimes they are thrust upon us.  The thing about change is that it will occur.  How we handle that change tells us a great deal about who we are.

As I move on from one thing to another I consider what I have done.  I know that I have helped others.  I know that I have treated people with love and respect.  I know that I have had opportunities to be generous and kind.

I do not often ponder what will be remembered about me in the distant future.  Today, however, I do wonder what the people I leave behind will recall.  Do they know how much I loved each of them?  Do they realize what a difference each of them has made in my life?

As the page turns my hope is that they know that they have helped me be a better man.  My prayer is that they see that as we have journeyed together they have helped me grow. 

As I depart the stage that was given me I hope that the audience remains to see the act that follows.  In the theatre of education there are so many stars.  The journey truly belongs to the students and we are but guides and attendants along the way.

Turn the Page – Bob Segar

On a long and lonesome highway

East of Omaha,

You can listen to the engine

Moaning out its one-note song.

You can think about the woman

Or the girl you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering,

The way they always do,

When you're riding sixteen hours

And there's nothin' much to do.

And you don't feel much like riding,

You just wish the trip was through.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing the star again. There I go -- turn the page.

Well, you walk into a restaurant

Strung out from the road,

And you feel the eyes upon you

As you're shakin' off the cold.

You pretend it doesn't bother you,

But you just want to explode.

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,

Other times you can.

All the same old clichés:

"Is that a woman or a man?"

And you always seem outnumbered,

So you don't dare make a stand.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing the star again. There I go -- turn the page.

Out there in the spotlight

You're a million miles away.

Every ounce of energy

You try to give away,

As the sweat pours out your body

Like the music that you play.

Later in the evening,

As you lie awake in bed,

With the echoes from the amplifiers

Ringing in your head,

You smoke the day's last cigarette,

Remembering what she said.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing the star again. There I go -- turn the page.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing the star again. There I go.

There I go.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."