drron
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- Jul 4, 2002
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Boss I read this thread this morning and needed time to think.I only know you through your contributions to this forum.That though is enough for me to guess you are not out of touch.However we all are unique so we all define being in touch in different ways.I personally just turn off when someone tells me that because I fly long haul J(occasionally F on points)and prefer to stay in 5 star hotels I really have no idea what the places I visit are like.What difference does a bed make.It is what you do in your time out of it that counts.
In Bangkok I love walking into a non tourist area,sitting down and having a coffee,or coke,or beer and end up talking to the locals.We stay though at the Sheraton Grande Sukhumvit.The staff in the Jazz lounge ,greet us by name,know what we drink and eat.Come and tell us about their lives.Tell us what they get up to on the hotels staff days.However we also know all the management-why-because the staff tell them we are good customers.
So Boss from this forum I know you are generous,I know you think of the "little people"and your comments about your family tell me you know what is really important in your life.
Personally I never got on with my father for the great majority of my life.When immobility struck though I helped out even though I live 1500Ks away.I came down and stayed with him when my mother was in hospital and for the first time in our lives we understood each other and I can truly say when he died I loved him.It was something I thought was impossible.I always though had a song that I kept hearing and used the lyrics in my eulogy.Mike and the Mechanics-In the Living Years.
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.
Very sensible words.
I wish you every success in life and may you find happiness.
In Bangkok I love walking into a non tourist area,sitting down and having a coffee,or coke,or beer and end up talking to the locals.We stay though at the Sheraton Grande Sukhumvit.The staff in the Jazz lounge ,greet us by name,know what we drink and eat.Come and tell us about their lives.Tell us what they get up to on the hotels staff days.However we also know all the management-why-because the staff tell them we are good customers.
So Boss from this forum I know you are generous,I know you think of the "little people"and your comments about your family tell me you know what is really important in your life.
Personally I never got on with my father for the great majority of my life.When immobility struck though I helped out even though I live 1500Ks away.I came down and stayed with him when my mother was in hospital and for the first time in our lives we understood each other and I can truly say when he died I loved him.It was something I thought was impossible.I always though had a song that I kept hearing and used the lyrics in my eulogy.Mike and the Mechanics-In the Living Years.
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.
Very sensible words.
I wish you every success in life and may you find happiness.