Friday, August 29, 2014

What a wonderful world

Some people have showy talents. They sing. Or they dance like Andy Perry.


Andy teaching the band his pistol dance


Some people can give a great speech or preach the best sermon, a la Jeff Clark at Venture Church. Some, like my brother-in-law, Gene Hortman, have a knack for remembering details from old movies.

Others make the best cookies in the world. Clay Taylor's mouth-watering chocolate chip cookies… Man…. Let me just say, it's been too long, Clay. 

Among the guests at my dining table yesterday were two hospice nurse friends. Those ladies, Meg Paul and Elizabeth Guice, have helped many a grieving family say goodbye. A talent for compassion and comforting the dying -- now that's a gift that makes an impact on a pain-filled world.

The others joining for lunch were no less accomplished. My friend Nan Wilson teaches braille to vision-impaired elementary students. And Melanie Brown collects best friends like I collect used tennis balls -- daily.

That was the lunch bunch. And I was the only slacker in the crowd. My talents are not so world-changing. Two things I know I am good at: making up rhymes and cutting out block words freehand. 

Those are weird gifts, I know. I can't quite figure how they fit into a career path. But they do bring a smile.

Here's an excerpt from yesterday's poem about the birthday girl:

I find it somewhat refreshing
That Tito’s is help for her stressing.
She often wears black, and color she lacks,
When choosing her wardrobe and dressing.

Everyone wants to befriend her.
This lady, the cell phone text sender.
She gives to the needy, but never looks seedy
Instead, oh so stylish and slender.

With ipad ready she stands
And exceeds all her husband’s demands
A true super mama, who faces girl drama,
And on her feet, always she lands.

So here’s to my fellow caffeinist
Who’s a help when you deal with the meanest.
I like her a lot
Cause perfect -- she’s not
And my house is not always the cleanest.

It won't get me a good score on the LSAT or help me sell pianos. But then again, neither would calculus. And poems are a lot more fun.