Monday, May 2, 2016

How Rich Are We Really

One day a very wealthy father took his son on a trip to the country for the sole purpose of showing his son how it was to be poor. They spent a few days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

After their return from the trip, the father asked his son how he liked the trip. “It was great, Dad,” the son replied. “Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked. “Oh Yeah,” said the son.

“So what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father. The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.” The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added, “It showed me just how poor we really are.”

Too many times we forget what we have and concentrate on what we don’t have. What is one person’s worthless object is another’s prize possession. It is all based on one’s perspective.

Sometimes it takes the perspective of a child to remind us what’s important.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

What Are You Afraid Of

I used to be afraid at night. Afraid of the dark. Afraid that just beyond the point my eyesight allowed me to see that there was something lurking. Afraid that the darkness itself would somehow surround me and swallow me if darkness were anything more than simply the absence of light.

I used to be afraid of tomorrow. Afraid that who I was would continually dictate who I am and that who I would be might be someone who I didn't like very much at if there was no such thing as being made new.

I used to be afraid of opinions. Afraid that though words would not break my bones, they certainly would shatter my if I started doing this for the approval of many rather than the glory of One.

I used to be afraid of failure. Afraid of losing. Afraid of falling. Afraid of being wrong, creating busts, and looking absolutely stupid because who am I to think that I could ever actually make a difference? As if those setbacks were anything more than stepping stones on the path to success.

I used to be afraid.  Used to.

But then I did a little research.  And by that, I mean I re-searched, and I re-searched, and I re-searched, over and over again, and through all of my re-searching, I kept coming up with the same exact question: What room does fear have?

What room does fear have when I cling to trust? What room does fear have when I lean on hope? What room does fear have when I search for something more, when I discover what's good, and when I stand in awe? When I run with perseverance, when I walk by faith, and when I rest in comfort. What room does fear have when I sing with praise, when I take hold of inspiration, explore the possibilities, and step into freedom? What room does fear have when I discover strength, embrace courage, remember peace, declare truth, choose joy, experience life, and conquer death? What room does fear have when I find perfection in the one place I never thought to look? In weakness, when I'm saved by the most unlikely of heroes. By grace, when I'm invited into a relationship more loving and intimate than I could ever imagine as a child of God. 

I'll ask you again: what room does fear have when I step out of the darkness, and I bask in the light? When I let the past be the past and the future has no limit. When they can talk all they want but their opinion doesn't matter! And when failure is nothing more and nothing less than the road by which I walk my path to success.

I'll ask you one last time: what room does fear have when in His Word, He tells me three hundred and sixty-five times (*depending on the translation) DO. NOT. BE. AFRAID. As if I needed to hear that every single day. And as if that's how many times I needed to hear it before I finally believed it.

What room does fear have when I make room for LOVE?

What are you afraid of?

Thursday, February 11, 2016

13 Things No One Understands About Working In Retail

1. Being rude to me won’t get you anywhere

I understand it’s frustrating when I can’t give you the discount you want or when we don’t have something in stock. But guess what? I make an hourly wage, I don’t make the decisions you’re upset about, I just have to enforce them with a smile on my face. It might feel good to release your frustration and be rude to me, but it’s not going to change anything, it’s just going to make you that guy.

2. The customer is NOT always right

I love customer service, I really do or I would not have lasted this long in retail. However there is a line between giving good customer service and letting someone get away with anything just because they are a (potential) customer. In my experience the people who say “the customer is always right” are cheap assholes who aren’t worth the turnover of letting them abuse the staff. Being a “customer” doesn’t supercede the golden rule. Would you speak to your younger brother or sister this way? If not, you have some soul-searching to do.

3. Working a retail job when all your friends work 9-5 is literally The Worst

No, sorry I can’t come over and watch TV on a week night, that’s when I work because everyone wants to run their errands when they are done with their 9-5 job so that’s when I get scheduled. This is even more true around any holiday when most people have extra time off and I have extra time on. I’m not being anti-social or trying to be difficult with making plans because it’s super fun, I have a work schedule just like you do and I’m probably not any more in control of it than you are.

4. Most of us don’t hate our jobs

Sometimes people make a face when I tell them what I am doing for work, as if they think its something I should be embarrassed about. No, it’s not my dream job or even really in the field I want to be in but in this economy not everyone is so lucky as to even be able to “pay their dues” in the right industry as soon as they start working. I have nothing to be embarrassed about, I’m employed, I can pay my bills, everything else is a luxury that I hope to get to in time.

5. Don’t ever try to rat us out to a coworker, we probably like each other more than we like you

Occasionally customers will try to game the system by complaining to me about one of my coworkers. I will appear to be on their side, of course, but it doesn’t change anything — either I can do what they want or I can’t. In either case, I’m smirking to myself because I’ve likely already been filled in on this particular customer (we gossip when it’s slow). I don’t understand why people always think I’m going to be eager to throw my friends under the bus for a stranger. You’re not winning points with me, that’s not how this works.

6. I’m not flirting with you

It’s really hard to be nice and smiley and helpful with men who come in alone and also try to convey, “I am doing my job well” and not “I am flirting with you.” It especially sucks when you work at a small store like I do and the same guys will come in over and over because they think they have something going on with me or one of my coworkers. I wish there were a better way to say “I’m just being nice” without hurting someone’s feelings and risking bad customer feedback.

7. I don’t set the prices

I don’t understand what customers hope to accomplish by complaining about the price to me. I don’t set them and I can’t change them, that much seems obvious (unless maybe, you were in a mom & pop store or a flea market or something). The only thing complaining about the prices is going to do is make your check-out experience awkward.


Clopening is the dreaded close-open shift, meaning you close the store down one day and come in to open it the next. This sucks during the regular season but during the holidays this can mean only getting a few hours of sleep before you’re expected to be bright eyed and bushy tailed all day long, again. If you ever hear one of your friends talk about how they have clopening shifts, buy them a beer, please.

9. We don’t hate people

People who work in retail love to complain about customers because SOME customers are just really, really awful people. But we know from firsthand experience that this is a small (but very loud, very annoying) minority. Most people are happy to get good customer service, find what they are looking for, and be on their way. But for the bad customers, we also know that who you are in a store is who you are in life. If you are rude to salespeople, you are a bad person. Period.

10. “In back” is not a real place

I work at a skincare store and customers must think we have a magical meadow in our teeny tiny backroom where we grow new products for them because they are always assuming we have what they need “in back.” Let me tell you the truth: our backroom is about half as big as a (small) studio apartment. It has a bathroom for staff members, a computer to send our numbers in to corporate, and enough storage for about 3 boxes worth of supplies. We keep everything out on the floor.

11. Nothing makes me angrier than an unsupervised child

I love kids, I really do, but almost every single day there’s an accident with an unsupervised child wandering around the mall. Their parent is a step or two ahead of them playing on their phone or looking around at the stores and the kid is just walking on its own, head staring at the ceiling. Then, someone comes up behind them and doesn’t see the kid (because of how small they are) and plows it down. Kids are not good at walking in busy areas. If you are walking with a kid in a busy area PLEASE for the love of god, hold their hand or something. I’ve honestly just started calling mall security and reporting them as lost kids when the parents are too distracted to notice their kid is about to get smashed.

12. You really do pick up good skills in retail

I’m naturally on the shy side, but after a year of talking to strangers all day, every day I feel like I could make good conversation with a park bench. I’m much more confident now, if only because of how well-practiced I am.

13. There are perks to “underemployment”

Unlike all my friends who are 9-5ing, I haven’t gained weight since I left school. I’m on my feet all day, not sitting at a desk. My skin also looks amazing, thanks to my employee discount. And as annoying as it is to work evenings and weekends, doing my errands during the day is super relaxing because the grocery store, the post office, the gym — everywhere I go is almost empty. Plus, it helps that the less than stellar aspects of retail are what bonds my coworkers and I all together. There’s not an office job in the world that lets people drink and be real with each other the way we get to be when we’re all together.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Lovin' Life

So, I finally came to check out my blog. I haven't been on here in 616 days. Oops!  Well, this was saved as a draft and I am just going to go ahead and post it. So keep in mind, this post was due to be posted back in June of 2014.   Enjoy the read. Lol

Well, 50 days have past since my last post. There's been a few things that have happened since then, but I am only gonna cover one thing. Lol

So I have been working at Sams Club now for about 5 months. I have been nominated for "Associate of the Month" for both May And June. I didn't get it for May. But That's ok. I have a feeling why I was nominated. We were collecting donations for The Children's Miracle Network here in Dallas, Tx. My club collected a little over $4,000. I, personally, collected around $1,500. That is about 1/3 of the total collected. I feel I did well. I received a letter and a certificate from the Children' Medical Center thanking me for my hard work.  Pics of both will be posted at the end of this blog. 

As for the month of June, I feel I was nominated for my kindness, work ethic and friendliness. I am very honored and happy to say that I was named "Associate of the Month" for June. I will be getting an additional $50 added to my paycheck as well as a closer parking spot and my picture on the wall with past winners. I will post pics at the end of this blog. 

Like I said in my last blog, I feel that God is working on me and helping me become a better person. I am Blessed to have God in My Life. Most of all, I am NOT ashamed or scared to say that either.  I pray that He continues to Guide and Comfort me as my life goes on.

Well, I am gonna close this blog out with a few pics bragging about my new Honor. God Bless!  

-Adam K Buchanan

Until next time, Be Blessed and Smile. Brighten Someone's Day!

A New Hobby/Passion

Well, long time no see.  Lol. Yea!  My bad. I just realized it has been since June 4, 2014 since I posted my last blog.  Yup. Over 616 days. Shame on me. Haha

Anyway, I have found a new passion/hobby. It is Photography. I have used an iPhone 3, iPhone 5 and now an iPhone 6. I have also aquired a new camera. It is a Nikon d3100. I have had this camera since July 4, 2015. Thanks to my sister's boyfriend, he is selling it to me. He had only used it once since he purchased it. He had owned it for 3 years, (I believe). I have had it since July 4th and have used it many a times. I know for a fact I have taken over 2,000 pics so far and plan on taking more.

So, now that I have a new toy (I still consider it new to me, lol), I will try and blog more on here and add photos that I have taken. Wish me Luck as I get wound up In stuff, I forget. Haha

Well, until next time, Have A Blessed Day!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

God Is At Work

God Is At Work

Well, I haven't posted anything personal in quite some time.  So I decided to post something now.  So it's been 21 months since my last post (Sept. 12, 2012).  Well, I am not going into detail about most of that time.  I am just going to talk about the last month or so. So bare with me.

I had to move from one apartment unit into a smaller unit a couple of months ago.  I am like financially strapped but surviving.  I still owe 3 more payments for the pet deposit.  I was going to get rid of the two cats I have but I just don't have the heart too.  Patty, who use to be my brothers cat, is about 13 yrs old.  I can't get rid of him cause of his age.  I don't want some family to adopt him and then he die within a short time.  I just can't do that to either Patty or the new family.  So Patty is staying for good.  Zivi, on the other hand, is only 3 yrs old.  He belongs to my other brother.  I have grown close to Zivi as well.  I can't give her up.  She is comfy where she is and  is use to me.  I think she was traumatized before we got her.  So with all that being said about both cats, I can't get rid of them.  They are mine.  lol

Ok, so within the last few months, I have changed my job and moved.  I have prayed many a times for God to help me in my life now more than I ever have.  He is Blessing me everyday.  Here are some of the ways he has Blessed me:

First of all, I got a new job working at Sams Club.  I have only been there about 3 months when they approached me about becoming a Full Time Cashier.  I welcomed the idea with open arms (so to speak).  lol So with that, I get between 37 - 40 hrs a week. 
This is a Blessing!

Secondly, my Saturn was having issues.  A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to my Grandpa about my car issues.  I told him that I just had the oil changed and the engine light stays on and the brake light stays on.  Both front tires are pretty bald (which we all know is not good). The heater core was leaking.  So he told me not to put any more money into it.  He said he might have a car for me.  I told him that I don't have any kind of money to pay for it.  Grandpa told me "Not to worry about it and that we will just call it an even trade".  I was like, are you sure?  I don't want to put you out on money or anything.  He insisted that I don't worry about it.  So I went to visit him the next day.  We went to his little car lot and he let me test drive two vehicles.  One being a Suzuki SUV and the other being a Toyota Camry.   Both drove good but I chose the Camry do to bad gas mileage on the SUV.  I now have the car and the title is in my name.  Thank You Grandpa and Nanny for your kind hearts and loving souls.  
This is a Blessing!

Thirdly, I had to get the Saturn off my insurance and add the Toyota.  With this being done, the young lady at the insurance company asked me if there was anything else she could do.  So, lol, I said if you can find any way to get my bill lowered, I will be truly happy.  She said she will do what she can and will call me back.  Within 20 minutes, she called me back.  I guess you can see where this is going.  haha  She told me that she was able to lower my bill over half of what I was paying.  I was like, Holy Cow!  That is Awesome.  I was paying $140 a month for both car and home insurance.  I am now going to be paying $67 a month for both. This is a Blessing!

Lastly, I was shocked about my electric bill.  See, I usually pay somewhere between $35 and $90 a month.
Well, my last bill was only $3.36.  I was thinking something was up.  I also get an email that show me weekly what my bill is and the estimated payment at the end of the cycle.  I was already a week and a half into this bills cycle and it showed my bill was only $0.00.  What the  heck!  I finally called the electric company.  They said that my bill was correct.  I asked them how.  She said that I fell into the low income bracket and that I was automatically enrolled into a new program called "Lite-Up Texas Program"  So, this is going to help me out a lot being that Summer is right around the corner.  Triple digit temps are on the way.  
This is a Blessing!

So, as you can see, I AM BLESSED!  Thank You Jesus For All Your Blessing and Help. I appreciate everything You have done for Me and I Thank You For All the Future Blessings you bestow upon me. I Praise You and Lift Your Name On High!  Thank You Jesus! Amen

God Bless You!!!



“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t
 know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥

Hurt No Longer

I've learned a lot of lessons
In the short time I have lived
I've learned how to appreciate
And I've learned how to give.

But in these past few months
There's two I'll remember most
I've learned how to love
And I've learned to let go.

You entered my life with such a force
And left it with one as strong
And though we tried to make it last
We both knew it wouldn't be long.

I lie at night and think about
How I'm the one to blame.
If only I would have trusted you,
I could have missed this pain.

And so I spent each day of my life
With my heart in pieces
And when I thought it could never be cured,
Something happened; I expected it least.

I guess my soul was all cried out,
And it was tired of being used.
And even though I know I'm guilty,
I was tired of being accused.

And so I've learned to end this
Without an urge to cry
These are my final words to you,
"I love you and goodbye."

A Lesson On Patience


A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' 'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PLEASE SHARE THIS TOUCHING STORY


If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is equal to;
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K ;

K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E ;

12+15+22+5 = 54%

L+U+C+K ;
12+21+3+11 =

None of them makes 100%.
Then what makes 100% ???
Is it Money?
NO !!! M+O+N+E+Y= 13+15+14+5+25=72%

NO !!! L+E+A+D+E+R+S+H+I+P= 12+5+1+4+5+18+19+8+9+16=97%

Every problem has a solution,
only if we perhaps change our "ATTITUDE".

A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E ;
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

It is therefore OUR ATTITUDE towards Life and Work that makes
OUR Life 100% Successful..

Amazing mathematics

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Jimmy Dean's I.O.U.

Jimmy Dean

Many people look through their wallet or their pocket books and, way down at the bottom, past the 

credit cards and baby pictures and so on, you usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. 

I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em 
thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person 
and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good time for an accountin'.

Mom, I sure hope you're listenin'.

Sweet lady, I.O.U. for so many things.....

A lot of services, like nightwatchman for instance.....

Lyin' awake nights, listenin' for coughs and cries and creakin' 
floorboards.....hah-hah, and me comin' in too late.
Boy, you had the eye of an eagle and the roar of a lion,
But you always had a heart as big as a house.

I.O.U. for services like, uh, short order cook, chef, baker.....

For makin' sirloin out o' hamburger an' turkey out o' tuna fish,

And big ol' strappin' boys out of leftovers.

I.O.U. for cleanin' services,

The daily scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.

And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin' and ironin' that no laundry could ever do.
Foy dryin' the tears of childhood 
And ironin' out the problems of growin' up.

I.O.U. for services as a bodyguard, 

For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares

Hah, And too many green apples.

And Lord knows, I.O.U. for medical attention,

For nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises,

Bumps, splinters and spring fever.
Oh-oh, let's not forget medical advice....important things like, 
"If you keep on scratching that, it'll never get well" or
"If you cross your eyes, they're gonna stick like that".
And probably the most important advice of all,
"Boy, you be sure you got on clean underwear, in case you're in an accident".

And I.O.U. for veterinarian services,

For feeding every lost dog that I dragged home at the end of the rope,

And for healing the pains of puppy love.

And I.O.U. for entertainment.....

Entertainment that kept the household goin' through some pretty rough times.....

And for wonderful productions at Christmas, the Fourth of July, Birthdays.....
And for making make-believe come true.....
And you did it all on such a limited budget.

I.O.U. for construction work, for building kites and confidence, hopes and dreams an'.....

Somehow you made them all touch the sky.....

And for cementin' together a family 
So it would stand the worst kind of shocks and blows.....
And for layin' down a good strong foundation to build a life on.

I.O.U. for carrier charges.....

For carryin' me on your books for the necessities of life

That a growin' boy somehow, well, they just gotta have.
Things like, hah-hah, a pair of high top boots,
With a little pocket on the side for a jack-knife.

And one thing, Mom, I'll never forget....

When there were two pieces of pie and three hungry people.....

You were always the one who decided, well, I'm not really that hungry anyhow.

These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue..

The person that I owe 'em to worked very, very cheap....

She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself....
My I.O.U's add up to more than I could ever hope to repay,
But you know the nicest thing about it all....
That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full'

For just one kiss and four little words....

Mom, I Love You!