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Boy things do have a way of changing and yet still remain the same.  Everyone has there story to relate to this old adage.  In retrospect I have been living the old adage and have been thinking of its results this morning.  In planning my day as to avoid work of any kind(a skill that I have honed to rare perfection) there are many things that come to my head.  I think of the holidays and its joyous meaning.  I think of those same recent times as the final days of my Mother in Iowa.  I think of the stress that President Obama must have felt as the inauguration approached.   I am aware it is not the same as Obama’s pressure, but I too have felt pressure these last few weeks.  Stress is stress is it not?   Well,  no matter…I think it is.  It helps me justifiy my no work policy.  It also allows me to assuage my guilt feelings that I constantly put on myself about getting better  physically as well as mentally.  In other words I am getting sick and tired of telling myself that I am sick and not to expect much.  Yet,  somewhere inside me,  I really like not working and wish that I could make a living at doing what I do best.  Being lazy.  Now that is what I call stress!!

I wonder how President Obama handles stress?  The media portrays him as athletic with a very charismatic and commanding personality.  (Does anyone suspect where I am going here?) Not unlike (guess who) me?  I think that I would like to see the inner workings of the man’s mind.  Married with children.  Living and working in a city of big wind, big money, and big politics.  Hey…! just like me.  HE lived in Chicago. I lived in Fairbanks.  He had a Great Lake.  I had the Chena River.  He was a senator of the State of Illinois.  I was the preident of a self-help group once…on a fill in basis….for someone that quit…a thankless job….because no one cared….and I recieved the office because I was the only one at the meeting that was not listening and did not raise my hand when the group was asked who was not interested in the position.  I did not even realize that I was voted in until the gavel was handed to me by the temporary member of the board who was leaving after the meeting.  Suffice it to say I think that Obama and I have extremely similar background.  The similarities are unrefutable are they not? 

Hey,  President Obama has had personal loss in a very public way.  He canceled campaign activities to pay his last respects to an ailing Grandmother in Hawaii.  I sent emails to my brother thanking him for keeping me informed of my ailing Mother.  The news agencies reported his every move during this time.  My neighbors didn’t even noticed that I was gone for three or four days.    He traveled with family and flew  on a plane to do his grieving.  I drove my self in a small but sporty little red new age van.  Retinue not included. 

Now that I have listed all the things that I think are similar to Obama and me I wonder how the items that occurred in his life are different yet remain the same.  I wonder how he dealt with a loss from the eyes of his father.  I don’t have to wonder.  I experienced it first hand with my father.   I wonder how his children feel through his eyes.  I saw first hand thruogh the eyes of my son.  

Loss is a bitter pill when swallowed.  Given time,  that pill, will bear fruit just as if it were a plant or a tree.  It really depends on how it is tended.  If that bitter pill of grief is swallowed, then tended properly,  it will bear fruit to bring positive change.  “Yes we can” is the order of the day.  Let Obama, my readers, family and friends tend to our grief(economic…physical….and emotional) in a positive and caring way.  I want Obama to tend to the times as hard as I tend to my business.   I work hard at not doing anything all day.  It is what I am supposed to be doing.  Of that I am sure.  So shall Obama continue to work and work hard because that is what he is supposed to do.   He has my trust to tend to the bitter pill, that turns to seed, that needs to be nutured to become new growth, and still have the strength and agility of that athlete to make the basket in the waning moments of a inter-squad basketball game.  To able to wake up for that three o’clock call.  To spawn new jobs and rebuild our transportation infra-structure.  To think outside the box to get things done. 

Hey, Obama and I have a lot in common.  My credit card companies all want me to bail them out of my credit card debt by actually paying for the service rendered.  You think Obama has problems with bailing out General Motors.  I should be so lucky as to have his problem.  He can get money printed.  I have to write a check.  I have gone the extra mile to try and explore new ways to create revenue and create jobs.  I hope Obama is as good as I am at creating.  I have so many job created that it is a fulltime all consuming job.  In fact I have enough plans to put a finacial bind on Warren Buffet  On the other hand,  I know that Obama is better than I in getting the solutions(or physically doing the job) to the problem written, enacted, implemeted, and regulated.  President Obama and I are so similiar that were are diametrically opposed as well.  I know that I will continue to work hard at getting things done with out doing any work.  That means that I am good at being lazy.   I believe that President Obama is hard working(that being…NOT LAZY) and will get things done by doing the work necessary to effect the change.

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