Hands & Tails
My dad's philosophy in life...
I'm sure my dad lived by a philosophy; certainly if he was aware of it (presence) or not.
My dad was the hardest working son of a bitch out there. And he was proud of it. He was so so proud of it. And I don't think he really had any way of sharing it in a way that was driven by his faith. His philosophy. ("Philosophly-influenced Faith"?:)
He was a football player and boy did he love it. He loved it so much that it's one of the reminiscences that survived (in some form or morsel) the longest. So he loved it.
I prayed to myself that I would be present with my dad in every single moment.. Every single, sometimes TEDIOUS, moment.
And to my wonderful surprise, it turned out to be one of the most enriching experiences I've had in my life. Quite possibly something I ought to be thankful for than angry.
The Faith is that I believe in It. I believe there is a (connotation: "one of many" but toned down slightly) spiritual path to discover the true essence of you and progressively to focus the ember. Live and Love it in EVERY moment.
So it requires detaching emotion from those things that distract the focus. And some of these things are incredibly enticing. Put your emotion in those things that grow and sustain your philosophly-influenced faith.
Anyway, so for my dad and the "Hands & Tails". My dad worked his tail off. And that led to his personal achievements. He also was a running back. And he was the doggone best of them. (See: Living and Loving blog, accessible on titanicmistake.com) Key to being any good running back is minimizing fumbles. It's what wins championships in close games. And it's the biggest risk. So he "held his hands right."