Wednesday, February 3, 2010

honey cake

Old sick joke. A father is on his deathbed. The son hears him wail.

"Dad, what is it. Is there something I can get for you?"

Again, the wail but the kid can't understand what is being said. "What is it,Dad? What do you want?"

The father wails again and this time the kid can make it out. "Honey cake" the father wheezes. "honey cake...please...a piece honey cake."

The kid scampers out of the bedroom, races to the kitchen, speaks to his mother, and then darts back up to the dying father's bedroom. Again he hears his dad wail, "honey cake."

"Sorry Dad" says the son. "Mom says that's for after."

I once saw a bumper sticker that said "buy me" immediately. It was on sale from a street vendor and had he had five of them I would have bought them all. He had only one, I bought it and gave it to my brother. He now displays it on his bookcase. The bumper sticker read, "Don't postpone joy."

The players for the New Orleans Saints and Indianapolis Colts will square off this Sunday in the super bowl. Years ago I remember a New England Patriot player asserting before a super bowl, that he was going to leave it all on the field during the game. He did not want to leave that game without knowing he had done it all during the time he had, on the biggest stage that he would have. As it turned out, the Patriots got shellacked in that 1986 super bowl game, but the player did in fact leave it all on the field. I recall an opponent saying he had never been blocked during that game as hard as he had been blocked by the Patriot in that game. He had given it all on the stage.

You don't have to be playing in the super bowl, to leave it all on the field. No reason to postpone joy. Every day is a gift of a superbowl. Now is the time for honey cake. There is no after.

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