Give a Baboon an Enema!

By which I mean - face life down with hope.

And I use the baboon and enema analogy because Stacks, Royal Marine, who confronted me in Iraq about not getting my tutu, tiara and self under hard cover quickly enough during a rocket attack, had a way of giving sideway that made him look like said baboon having said enema. I used to face him, stand up to him. At the time he said he thought a bullet with my name on it wasn't big enough and he wanted to chew my name into a hand grenade and lob that at me, but later, he gave me credit for giving him as good as I got.

The world is a challenging place. We have to help ourselves deal with it.

I suggest one thing - that we keep hoping that tomorrow might just bring that bit of luck that changes everything.

You know it can happen. You see it. You hear about it. Go out there and try and attract your bit of luck. Think positive, uncover possibilities, follow up. And if you get to the end of the day and that bit of luck failed to show up, dust yourself off and remember - who knows what tomorrow may bring.

I'm telling myself this as much as anyone else.

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