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Photograph of a young girl listening to the ra...

Photograph of a young girl listening to the radio during the Great Depression. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

That sounds so much better than “Hey, everybody, I won” …. and far more accurate.

Perhaps you recall me yesterday mentioning something that I had no results on.

Well here is … The Rest Of The Story, as it were.

The station where I volunteer was kind enough to give a recognition of the fact that I volunteer a bit. An award. Seems it was helpful to them.

I was humbled. I felt joy. You see I never win anything. Ever. I never get picked. Ever.

In school I was the little girl with the crossed eyes, glasses and curly hair … and white ankle socks … the one with no shape and no fancy clothes … who was teased cruelly by her classmates.  

Friends know of my devastating (to me) heartbreak of a year and a half ago, although I don’t mention it here. Much.

For almost a year here on the blog I have tried daily to do things to bring joy back into my life … and helping at the station has provided a lot of the joy I’ve had.

The station and the people involved with it have given me more joy than they can possibly imagine. Far more than the help I have been to them.

And although I was not able to be there for the recognition, and didn’t get an email about it, I knew someone who was there who assures me that they said my name.

I’d like to believe that.

And for whatever reason, the end of a movie flashed through my mind. A movie that I always enjoyed … whose music I love … whose spirit I aspire to.


It’s the final words of the movie that I remembered … and it is apropos to me here.

Very much so.

For  over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of  triumph, a tumultuous parade.

In the procession came trumpeters, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments.

The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him.

Sometimes his children robed in white stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses.

A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning:

That all glory is fleeting.

– Gen. George C. Patton

Cover of "Patton [Blu-ray]"

Cover of Patton [Blu-ray]