The Super Bowl of Hugs...
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This is going to be a bit rambly and "stream of conscious" but it really comes down to two key obvious points, too often taken for granted.
One is that life is short, the good times aren't forever, and savor them while they're there and you can. You don't know how or when they'll end.
The other is that, as bad as things seem, one needn't look too far to find someone who has it worse.
"Hug who you love as often as you can. While you're at it tell them you love them."
Someone known to many here said that during the past week. Who said it isn't important. If you know, you know. But it's someone who is trying to keep much together at a time when much is slipping away, way too fast, way too suddenly, way too unexpectedly.
That's what got me thinking about all this, but it's not about that person.
Maybe five people reading this, probably fewer than that, have a comprehensive grasp of all that's gone on in my world. No exaggeration, if you think of a whipped dog, its rib cage shattered, waiting for the inevitable next kick to come, well, that's been me the last couple years. Not fun.
But it's not about me. Not a month or a couple weeks goes by where I don't hear of someone with something worse. Cancer here, stroke there, child lost in freak accident somewhere else. Then the perspective's back on track.
Here's something I always remember, from "When Pride Still Mattered," the definitive biography of Vince Lombardi. At the end of 1962, the Packers had just won their second consecutive NFL title. Paul "Golden Boy" Hornung was their star running back, lady killer extraordinaire, and everyone's favorite Packer. The team was pals with JFK, and vice versa.
"They rolled down the long runway, champagne corks popping, the plane shaking and bumping, ... and they were headed home to Green Bay, Lombardi and his family and his Packers, champions once more, best ever, and none of them knew at that moment how much could be lost so soon, a president and a Golden Boy and even a way of life. Perhaps the past was not so innocent, but it seemed that way once it was gone, and it was gone the moment that plane left the ground."
President Kennedy was killed less than 11 months later. Paul Hornung was suspended for a season four months later, for betting on football, and was never again the same player. The Packers did not play for the title the next two seasons. Yet at that moment of giddy joy, they had no idea what lay ahead.
But this isn't about the Packers.
So again, through all the ramble, it's not about the person I mentioned at the outset, or about me, or about the 1962 Packers, or about Greg.
It's about you.
If you're living on top of the world, savor it, appreciate it, take not a bit of it for granted. Your happiness doesn't diminish those around you; it elevates them, and they'd like it to continue. But it won't; not forever. So enjoy.
And if you're as low and sad and beaten as they come, well, reach out to those who can help, and hold on for the day when yours is not the worst situation in the world, because that day too will come.
And when it does come, make sure you do something to help that other person who now has it worse than you.