---I have spoken a bit of the fact that something happened on that October, Saturday, 1976, but have really not elucidated. This is the night when it all changed for me, the night I discovered It Is ALL About LOVE. This was a NEW beginning. ---On that particular evening, I could see that everything revolves and is about LOVE. I really did believe that everyone else knew this, especially since it is so obvious. I thought that I was just catching on. As a matter of fact I was embarassed at the way I had been living my Life up until that point, as it seemed a bit abominating. If it is ALL About LOVE, what am I doing- Hiding my hand and everything? ---This date shows me that my parents had both passed away, I was earning my Living ad-libbing Comedy on stage. Strange as it will sound, my parents passing seemed a relief to me. I no longer felt that I had to ''perform'' for them, and the person I was, was more the Real Me. I, actually, felt I was re-inventing myself, but soon found out that I was playing a larger version of ''much the same game.''
---Life ''Perfects'' You. You Don't Have To TRY So Hard. ---I really had been doing my ''Best'' for the most part, anyway. Doing more of ''much the same,'' was in store. Hint: Living is about ''Perfecting'' you. You don't have to ''Perfect'' yourself to Live. This is where I went wrong - a lot. Most of my bad times, will fit into this category. ---The thing that was different now, was that I knew, and I know. It is about - LOVE. Everything was about LOVE. I want to say here, that that is a FACT. The FEELING does NOT have to be there, for this to be A FACT. Don't worry about the FEELING...that may come in time. Even though I know it is ALL About LOVE, I am learning that it is different in every situation. People still have their own INTERPRETATION, but it is alright. I'm just learning to keep on course and KNOW. I try to be Loving and True to who I am, in all circumstances. I would like for nothing better than for everyone to be happier. Truly Happier.
What Love Is About - UNDERSTANDING Belated or NOT: Worth The Wait . ---A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. He set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. ---As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a Little Boy. ---''Mister,'' he said. ''I want to buy one of your puppies.'' ---''Well,'' said the farmer, as he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. ''These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.'' ---The boy dropped his head for a moment. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. He held it up to the farmer. ''I've got 39 cents. Is that enough to take a look?'' ---''Sure,'' said the farmer. With that, he let out a whistle, and said, ''Here, Dolly.'' ---Out from the doghouse and down the ramp, came Dolly, followed by 4 little balls of fur. The Little Boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. ---As the dogs made their way to the fence, the Little Boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly, another ball appeared. This one was noticably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup started hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up. ---''I want this one,'' the Little Boy said, pointing to the runt. ---The farmer knelt down at the Boys side, and said, ''Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you, like these other dogs would.'' ---With that, the Little Boy stepped back from the fence. He began rolling up one leg of his trousers. He revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg, attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, ''You see sir, I don't run too well, myself. He will need someone who understands.'' ---With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully, he handed it to the Little Boy. ---''How much?'' asked the Little Boy. ---''No charge,'' the farmer said. ''There is no charge for love.''