There, Their, They’re

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The best part of writing a blog, when you profess to be a grammar Nazi, is waking up the next morning and having your wife, the school teacher, read it.  She crucifies it.  She also takes an enormous amount of pleasure pointing it out to me. I spend the next 10 minutes trying to take the dog on his morning potty walk, correcting the mistakes on my phone, while trying to dodge mailboxes.  I’ve smoked the Crowes and Davidsons box several times.

But I digress….

We all like to think we are more important than we are, and this was apparent in an article in a local paper yesterday about UT Martin football.   Apparently, “WEST” Tennessee is a 25 mile radius around Jackson.  We were privy to who a sports writer would sign if he were a college coach.  I just kind of find it funny that they can’t even promote talent outside of the immediate Jackson readership, but somehow have become experts on West Tennessee talent.  My favorite part was when he claimed a local quarterback, could be the offensive player of the year in the OVC as a true freshman.  That’s funny, because the Offensive and Defensive players of the year in the Ohio Valley were Southeastern Conference transfers.

But I digress….

Last night I went to bed, after I had typed up a response to the aforementioned article.  I was feeling pretty good about it.  It was concise, to the point, and on target.  I felt GREAT.  I adhered to the “sleep on it” rule before hitting send.  I didn’t have time to fire it out this morning, and I’m glad I didn’t send it.

It is now 10:48 pm on Tuesday, December 2nd.  I just left the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity house, a place where I spent some good times not too long ago.  We had a young man choose to end his life today.  Those guys are hurting tonight.

There are also three families in East Tennessee, who lost their loved ones in a school bus accident this afternoon.  Two of them really hit close to home because they lost precious children, and my two girls ride a bus to the daycare facility every day.

While the dust, ashes, and looting are hopefully coming to an end in Ferguson, Missouri over a death that could have been avoided, events like today really bother me.

The one at the Pike House is extremely unsettling.

I just can’t help but wonder why someone so young would end their life.  What would cause someone that age to be so destitute that ending their life is the best solution?  Even more, how no one saw it coming.  Then again, do you ever really see it coming?

We are all so trapped in our own little six foot circle, that we’ve forgotten what is truly important……those around us.  The biggest lie ever told is that you have to be happy with yourself before you can make others happy.

Our children’s happiness is more important that ours.

Our spouse’s happiness is more important than ours.

Our neighbor’s happiness is more important than ours.

Our family and friend’s happiness is more important than ours.

If those things don’t, in turn, make US happy, then we have a problem.

Never, ever, think you’re too tough to go see a counselor.  Don’t ever think that talking to someone about your problems makes you a weak person.

But most importantly, always make sure people know just how important they are to you.  Send them a note, a text, an e-mail….send something.

You just never know the happiness it will bring.

2 thoughts on “There, Their, They’re”

  1. The incident today brought back terrible memories of my best friend and pledge brother Joey Connable’s suicide in 1975 John. Also JP Carter’s. Can’t fathom what goes on in the mind of a person who would do this. Such a shame.

    On a lighter note: I feel ya on The Jackson Sun’s definition of West Tn. I ripped them a new asshole today on their FB site for not covering UC sports. I really enjoy your blog. It’s usually funny as hell! @@KA brother!

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