Broast

We are complicated people..
We think we want one thing, yet it
seems we really want something else.
And then, maybe, not even that.


Have you ever gone the extra mile many
times and don’t feel like people
look at you as a person who did or would.
And if a person came along and either
noticed or you told them.. And they asked
you, ok; you did all these wonderful unselfish
thing (that in itself can be argued, as you
would not be thinking all this if you were
not being selfish).
"WHAT IS IT WE COULD DO FOR YOU."

Do you want a party and have everyone say
what a great person you are?
Or a letter read to say the same, or just what
is it, you think would make you feel better?
And as you contemplate this question, you
think...if I have to be asked... then what is the point?
If you have to tell them, what is the point?

Yes, we are a different breed all right.
One part wants recognition and yet
when we are asked what kind of recognization?
We say forget it, if I have to tell you...never mind.

Once I thought of listing the times that I thought
I had gone the extra mile. Kind of a personal inventory.
Maybe I haven't done as much as I thought.
And what was I going to do with this list? Give
it to my kids so they would know I was a good and
kind person? Well, they would either already know
that, or think I was bragging. And this is not about bragging.

So what do you do with the list? Have it read at your
funeral? She was a good old girl, because she did all
these things? What good is that after you are dead?
Well, I guess it would not be too bad of a thing, to let
people know. Maybe. To kind of say, hey, did you
realize she did this?

To say,did you know I care enough about all of you
at different times to make life a little nicer? You
see going to funerals is sad, especially when they have
people stand up and say nice or funny things about you.
Memories they have of you...
Why do we have to wait until some one dies?

That is why in 2002, on the King's 50th birthday,
I held a Broast in his honor. I invited everyone to
come, and to bring stories about their time with him.
It was the most fun he ever had in his life. He was
made fun, of in good humor,(to me that is when he
laughs as well). His many friends told of wild fun days.
Stories of hunting, of towing vehicles or a load.
One load was a piano, that never made it to the house..
well, it did.. but it was a heap in the back of the truck.

His brother's duck decoys that got shot, because the
King had put in so many hours on his job with the
railroad and was so tired, that when it started to get
daylight, he shot the ducks. His brother's decoys that is..
.2 hours of steady laughter and stories. It was the best day
of his life...He still talks about it...While there were 15
in family, we had the garage full ... 3 long tables, of about
60 people in all. Others sent letters to be read. He was surprised
that many people care enough about him.

So think about it... think about someone who seems to
do what has to be done, and never says a word about it.
Never ask anything in return. Or how ever much
you care about someone.. and let them know while
they are still alive.

A Broast is just one way.