Cracks in the armor

 

 

CRACKS IN THE ARMOR

 

life is a battle. I can't just sit around and watch it unfold.  I  have to go after it with a club and subdue it.  To watch it go by is not what I choose to do.  I would rather gain the scars of battle than be some one wondering what happened on the sidelines of life.

 

 

The cuts or damage to our body's  which are wounds at the onset are laugh lines wrinkles and beauty marks in older age which give us a unique look in old age. 

 

I have an uncle who worked as an electrician in the Navy and then came home to Beaver Utah after the war.  He continued his electrical knowledge by working on motors for washing machines, working on all of the electrical problems at a place called Sulphur Dale, just south of Cove Fort, Utah.  He raised a garden, cows, hay  and a great family.  He has passed away many years ago and I can still remember him laying in his casket.  The hands that were etched deep with grease, scars, broken fingernails covered with dirt that could not be cleaned.  His hands were a road map of his life and I told Barbara at the time that he had the most beautiful hands that I have seen.  His face which was also the road map was always happy with a twinkle in his eye. 

 

Barbara, your face and hands are still beautiful and show some cracks in your armor and you still defend  people that you meet that you are a warrior for your family, your religion and are willing to call your family to order when they do not doing things in their life which are against the principles that they were taught while loving them all the while. 

 

The cracks that you have are stronger when they heal than before.  Your trials and weakness become your strengths and wisdom in older age.  Thank you for your courage and willingness to fight the battles of life and excel in the end.