Albert Einstein: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
I' m a bit mellow. I found out a friend died of cancer. No, not a close personal friend. However, this was somebody who I could call up and ask any stupid question about a car that I had. Someone who would jump in my vehicle and ride around to listen to that strange noise I was hearing. Someone who I never saw frown...no matter where he was or how busy he was. That person was Ron Fenton. What is so shocking is I never knew this. Apparently no one did. When I called Perry Bros yesterday, I almost asked for him. But didn't.
Ron led his life as if he was going to be here tomorrow all the while knowing he might not. It's hard to swallow how someone could do that. But people do. Everyday.
Which leads me to this blog posting today. We take our lives for granted too much. I assume when I lay my head on my pillow at night that I'll be up tomorrow blogging, working, worrying about my grandson and kids, walking the dog, yada, yada, yada. And I assume I'll be arguing with some know it all liberal who is blind as a bat. And I assume I'll be here to attempt for another day to try and save my country.

