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I want to tell my new good friend in Tennessee that sharing is wonderful thing especially if you have the numbers 17,19,21,37,44,16 in last nights Power Ball results.  Of course it all depends who you share with if it’s your typical family and friends well you can expect a “normal reaction” but if it were with a total stranger in NY that could be quite exciting (especially for me).  Not only would sharing these winning with a NY who happens to write this blog piece be different for you but shocking as well since you really have no idea how I might spend this generous gift.  Yes there might be a few thousand more worthy places you can donate some of your winnings too but none that would be more surprising then to me and isn’t that the spirit of the lottery itself.  Never knowing who will win or who they will share it with (added the 2nd part)

It’s a dream come true and truly a miracle not only for your parents that you’re here with  but the world as a whole. For your great, great, great ….grandparents had to meet at the exact moment to get this ball rolling into the hoop of life. There might have been some love at first sights, or bumps in the night that lead us down this path.  There also might have been pain and misery of your ancestors (holocaust, slavery, deportation etc)  which was an essential step for this needle to be thread with you at then end.  For if everything was perfect they might have met someone else and right now we could be looking at a pink hat or no hat at all.  Of course the whole pregnancy phase itself is incredible but the true miracle is how you came to be here with us now and the life’s that were changed to get you to this place.

What makes a man is the image he leaves when he enters and leaves a room and Norman Schlissel had such an image.  He was the true life “Norm” that we all remember from Cheers shows but with a whole much more compassion. Everybody who met him knew his name not just because of his warm and friendly attitude but the way he’d open his hand to help those in need before they truly asked.  Personally I only was fortunate to know Mr. Schlissel for the last few years of his life but it was easy to see how those who knew him much longer felt as he was present with him.  Although he leaves us for a better place (G-D willing) may his love and kindness stay with those he touched for many generations to come and in that may he still be in our rooms however distant it might appear to be. RIP Norman Schlissel.

I took me awhile to restore this two letter word to adulthood and I’m still not the best at using it. For my “no’s” are tinged with guilt or anger while others can just check off the box.   “No” appears so blunt and crude that maybe it’s best for those who are less sophisticated, just plain more cruel or even tougher then I.  It’s time for me not only to work out my biceps but my mouth and start using this two letter word as easily as I can bench 220 Lbs.

When people ask why evil lasts so long while many good die to young they can point to Fidel Castro as a perfect example. A man who was given a revolution to make his country great only to enrich himself and his cronies.  This dictator oppressed and killed those who had a differing opinion of him or his policies and sought violent revolutions around the world.   You’re not supposed to say anything bad about those who have recently died but with Fidel Castro I’ll make the exception may he spend his eternity feeling some of the pain he’s put on others.

Two dogs and two hands if you have both then make them a pair. Why leave one hand petting the air while one gets the furry side of life it just isn’t fair? I didn’t plan to rhyme so I must stop this blog piece because I don’t where to go from there.