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Thursday, September 30, 2010

workin' hard for the joy (so hard for it, honey)


I run into some very interesting people working in a restaurant.  Especially a restaurant within an inn.  People are here on vacation: they're here to relax.  Therefore they don't just want good food and service, they want to know all about my personal life.

Every day I'm asked questions like "Are you a student?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Where are you from?" and my personal favorite "What is 'Brett' short for?"  To which I happily reply, "Nothing.  Short for 'Brett.' You know, like 'Madonna,' 'Cher,' 'Shakira?' I'm just Brett."

The other night I was asked what my future endeavors are by a law student who was studying in the corner of the restaurant.  I told him that I was a grad student in the journalism program, and that so far, I was interested in doing some reporting, or news anchoring.

He looked at me with one of those future-successful-lawyer-smiles.  You know the ones I mean?  The smiles that seem to say, "I've got you all figured out." Not in a mean way, just as fact of matter.

"You're not going to make any money," he said.
As soon as those words flew from his mouth, I said "That's not what it's all about."

What I really wanted to say was..."So...?"

I'm not afraid of being poor, according to America's standards.  Otherwise I'd be living in constant fear.  I won't even go into how in some countries, simply owning a car of any make, model or year is a symbol of royalty.

What I am worried about is being poor in spirit.

It has been raining like crazy in Virginia beach today.  So much more than cats and dogs - it looks like straight milk is falling from the sky.

This morning I watched as my neighbor from downstairs carried his child in the rain and ran around a tree in the courtyard.  The child had this look of utter confusion on his face - the father was hooting and hollering as he made another venture into the rain.  His wife laughed and flirtily swatted at him with a dish rag - pretending to be annoyed that he was getting her child wet.

It was a beautiful moment to witness.

That right there.  Those moments, full of life in spirit: that's what I would like to be rich in.  You, Mr. Future Lawyer, can keep your green paper.  I'm seeking after priceless valuables.  I'm seeking after joy.

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Michael Curylo said...

ha... the law student smile... ha!

Michael Curylo said...
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thebrbb said...

Haha, you know it well, Michael? It's intimidating to be smiled at like that :)

erica said...

brett! i love this! thank you for this post!

Anonymous said...

Always fresh.
Always sassy.
Always Biblical.
Always Mosby.

Love this blog post. Love you.
"Raining milk..." Sick but good.
-Eli

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