A few weeks ago, back after Tom came from seeing his brother out in California. He was talking all the fancy cars and the money out there and then you see a huge homeless population out the other half. When was talking someone had said that I could be the other half to the others.
Which lead me to starting, I also in the eyes of the other too. I don’t have a fancy but I own three of them at grand total they value about $ 4,000 for the whole lot of them, I own our house my dad and build, I have three wonderful beautiful children, a wife that could ask for a better one, my mom and dad both love me, a sister and brother who a great people with their families too. And a great and loving God that will be there until the new beginning of the leg of our life.
Granted it would be nice to have some extra cash around but it will not ruin my life not having any extra. Because I (we) have what some lack or don’t have in their life. But why do we seem to want what the other half has. My home is basic square home four walls and some windows, but it so much great then living card board box or not even having box at all. Our cars get there where we need to go. And I could do without my family or friends, which is the other part of the family.
So I guess I am the other half. We all hold riches that some else might look at and say wow I wish I were that person look what they have.
June 1, 2007 at 12:42 am
I remembered a song I heard as a younger man as I was reading this post. I had to google it to find the exact words, it’s been a while since I heard it.
JOHN BERRY
Power Windows
(Billy Falcon)
Charlie drives a brand new Mercedes Benz.
He’s got another one just like it, just like all his friends.
His wife is playing tennis and his kids are off at school.
He drives home to his empty house, sits by his empty swimmin’ pool.
But he’s got power windows.
He’s got power brakes.
He’s got a power bed; push a button and it shakes.
He’s got no one to talk to, tears rollin’ down his face…
He ain’t got the power… the power of love.
Lewis drives a beat up ‘69 Dodge.
Swears it’s a statue of Mary keeps his car from fallin’ apart.
Gracie right beside him sittin’ closer than a smile.
She’s got her head on his shoulder.
Oh how he loves to drive and hold her.
He’s got no power windows.
Got no power breaks.
He ain’t got no power nothin’ but he’s got what it takes.
He’s got Gracie’s arm around him and a smile upon his face….
He’s got the power…the power of love.
No air conditioning no cellular telephone.
He goes rumblin’ down the highway, listenin’ to his AM radio.
One arm out the window and a smile upon his face…
Makes you wonder how he got there, ’till you see him look at Grace. (see him look at Grace)
He’s got the power (ain’t that the power of love)
He’s got the power (aint that the power of love)
He’s got no power windows.
Got no power brakes.
He aint got no power nothin’ but he’s got what it takes……
He’s got Gracie’s arm around him and a smile upon his face…
He’s got the power…….of love.
Power of love (ain’t that the power of love)
Power of love (ain’t that the power of love)
Power of love (ain’t that the power of love)