Health Update

Sorry to do this again but a new wound has opened up and the pain has become a lot more than I can deal with. I’m on much stronger pain medication but it makes my brain a little fuzzy. I’m going to step away for a week and hopefully this one will heal enough for me to function. I know you’re thinking of me and I thank you for that. Stay safe. Pamela

The Bank Robbers

Jerry looked at his hands, a farmer’s hands. They were once. Now he stole to survive. He chided himself. It wasn’t so bad, really. But this was to be his last job, his last score. He was tired of this life. Just a little bit more and then he could retire to that sunny cove with the beautiful beach in a non-extradition country. Bliss.

There was only one problem. His regular crew wasn’t available. He never liked trying out a new guy but this one came highly recommended. Intimidation, that’s what a bank robber needed.

Jerry had planned their first face-to-face meeting in the park. That way he could see him coming, check him out. But regardless of his appearance, he needed him. This was a two-man job and it had to be done today. Tomorrow the money was being transferred. The job had to be done today.

While Jerry had been immersed in his thoughts a large menacing looking man, unshaven, tall and muscular approached him. Jerry was startled out of his reverie but when he looked up he smiled.

“You must be Ben, I’ve been looking forward to this meeting. Did you get everything I asked?”

Jerry’s new companion broke into a huge grin and opened his large hands. He was excited.

“What the! Ben I said nondescript! This they will remember. We’re supposed to be forgettable! “

Jerry was small and wiry but he was the leader of the two.

Ben lost his smile immediately. He seemed to shrink into himself. When he spoke it was almost a whisper.

“I thought you said not to quit! I ain’t never quit on nobody!’

Jerry could do nothing but stand there with his mouth open. This had to work.

“Ben I’m sorry, I was startled. The idea is not to have your face showing. That way you won’t get caught.”

“But I really, really like this hat.”

Ben spoke very quietly and Jerry was pretty sure he could see tears in his eyes. He decided that he had to make the best of what was turning out to be an odd situation. The beach was calling to him.

“Okay, okay let me think. You wear the balaclava and I’ll wear a scarf over my face. That will work. Did you bring a gun? “

“Does that mean I can still wear my hat?” Ben was scowling just a little but on him it was scary.

“You can wear your . . . hat on top of the balaclava, uumm, the knit hat with eye holes.”

Jerry was pretty sure this was going to be long day. Or least it would seem like it. White sand, ocean breeze, a few clouds in a perfect sky.

“The gun Ben? This is a robbery we must have guns.”

Jerry was not prepared for what he was about to see. It defied all logic and yet somehow it made perfect sense.

“I don’t like real guns they are real loud. So I got this really cool replica. It looks just like a real gun don’t you think Jerry?

It was purple. He was a 7 foot, 300 pound man with a bright orange hat that had a huge pom-pom on top and two earflaps, carrying a purple gun.

Jerry closed his eyes. White sandy beaches, Peanut coladas. Soon, I hope.

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30 minutes later our two antiheroes we’re standing outside the bank. Jerry was carefully checking his watch. The bank guard usually left for lunch at 1:30. He planned on entering the bank at 1:35.

Ben was twitchy, he didn’t like waiting. He had been told that he had to do his very best for Jerry. Otherwise he would be angry and Ben didn’t want that.

At 1:36 two miss matched men entered the bank.

“THIS IS A ROBBERY, EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR, NOW!”

These words spoken with such vehemence might’ve had more of a desirous effect had there actually been people in the Bank. Unfortunately it was a very slow day. There were two tellers and two bank robbers. But that didn’t stop our intrepid warriors.

“DOG, GET THE MONEY!” Our long-suffering leader handed the moneybags to Ben.

“Why you calling me a dog? Did you forget my name?” Ben was a little confused.

“No, No! I don’t want to use your real name. Just get the money!”

The two tellers looked at each other and shook their heads. This was not an ordinary bank robbery.

Ben did as he was instructed and handed his cloth bag to the first teller. He knew he was supposed to be intimidating so he straightened himself up and growled: “MONEY!”

The teller looked suitably surprised and started to tear up.

“I’ve never been robbed before! I’ll get your money! Please don’t hurt us!”

For about three seconds Ben remained scowling. And then out of the blue:

“You have such pretty eyes. I’ll bet you date a lot. If it makes you feel any better this is my first time too.  I ain’t gonna hurt you, promise.”

Jerry watched the two conversing and realized that this day was not going as planned. He also realized he’d forgotten a few things.   Just as the realization hit him he heard the sirens.

“Oh Jerry there’s more people coming! It’s going to be a party!” Ben was excited.

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When the police burst through the front doors, summoned by a silent alarm, they saw four people. One large man and one small woman we’re animatedly discussing cookies. A small man was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands on his head. Over him stood a large woman with a gun and a hand on her hip.

Jerry turned slowly towards the police officers. His eyes were pained.

“Please take me into jail. Please don’t leave me here. Nothing happened the way it was supposed to. I think I need to lie down.”

The Still Man

She looked deep into the eyes,

Of the man as he lay,

His heart kept on pumping,

Still beating its way.

 

His breath was quite ragged,

Still trying to hang on,

As his life tried to rally,

And then he was gone.

 

Slowly she rose,

The knife in her hand.

She looked at the ground,

It was not as was planned.

 

He should not have laughed.

He should not have lied.

He should now be thankful,

Only the radio died.

 

I Was Wrong

Yep, I was. Many, many times. But I was also right many, many times. Often we learn more from what was wrong then what was right. Being right means validation, acceptance, a pat on the back. But wrong doesn’t have to be a negative. It doesn’t have to mean that we are bad, it simply means we have more work to do.

We need to learn from being wrong and find a way to turn it into a right. Who was it that said you could take a frown and turn it upside down? Was it turning a smile upside down? Oops, sorry! But here’s the thing about being wrong: we cannot let it define us or stop us from pursuing more. It is the more that we aspire to and a little bump in the road should never deflect us. Unless that deflection proves to be something that is very, very right. So often we miss the best things in life because we are too focussed or too distracted to notice the little things. The gentle smile across the room. A frightened child just hoping for someone to see.

We need to notice the little things. The big picture is made up of a lot a little pictures that form a mural. We are the little pieces. We are the foundation of the big picture. Some people lose track of that. Some people forget that it’s OK to be wrong if you learn from it. It’s also important to be able to learn when you’re right. Learn how to accept graciously and to acknowledge that it wasn’t just you that got you where you are. There’s a whole lot of people around you that at the very least encouraged you. That encouragement is something that we all need from a young age to allow us to grow into the people we are meant to be.  Allow us to grow into the best version of ourselves.

I want to be right. But I’m not afraid of being wrong. It is part of the journey. I would like to think that my passage through this world has had a domino effect, a beneficial one. I’d like to think that I have made a difference. I think I have, in my own way.  All the people that I have interacted with over these many, many years have had a positive impact on me.  I am who I am because of family and friends. Even complete strangers can unwittingly influence us by a smile, a kind word or even just holding the door open. It all impacts the person we become. And I am not wrong.