Did I say thank
you yesterday as I walked along the way?
Did I stop and
smile as I walked the next mile?
Did I sit somewhere,
to revel in the care?
As I climb the hill,
yes I will tell "Special" how I feel.
Pensacola
Helene
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| Thank You Special Person |
Bomb
was the middle child in his family and the attention was usually divvied up
between his older brother and younger sister. His esteem was so-so, but he
often felt as if he didn't belong and was out of place in his own family. It
wasn't that he wasn't loved, it was just different with him than with his
siblings. His sister had his father and his brother had his mother, but he
didn't have anybody really. Bomb was an artistic and talented writer and he
showed signs of it in his elementary years. His writing abilities didn't really
motivate him to believe he could do anything great and he just did what he
needed to get through school and life. Since no one seemed to have any real
interest in him, he never really bonded too much with anyone and had trouble
establishing relationships because of his growing lack of interest. But before
he completely sunk into that hole; something happened to change his life.
His
uncle, whom he was named after, but everyone called him by his last name,
Diggity, came for a long visit. Uncle Diggity had been out of the country for
years and he was moving back to town. Bomb felt a spark of interest just
meeting him for some strange reason. He was a great uncle to them all, but he
paid particular attention to Bomb. His uncle took him to the library, a
children's book club, and they enrolled in a creative writing class together.
His uncle did throw in football games, an amusement park, and other activities
as well. His uncle's love and attention forced him to use his writing abilities
in a new light and he learned to appreciate his creative side. He even began to
feel a part of the family. Bomb came alive that summer and he found ways to
express himself through his journal and short stories. He asked his uncle over
and over why he seemed to favor him. He wasn't complaining, but his sister and
brother were usually the center of attention. His uncle never answered him, but
just smiled and over the years Uncle Diggity was the best uncle anybody could
ask for.
Bomb
was getting ready to graduate high school, when he saw a note his uncle had
written in his journal years before. Why hadn't he ever noticed it before? It
simply said, "Nephew, you da Bomb
Diggity, man. Love Unk" His uncle said that to him numerous times and
he thought it was another crazy saying he'd made up. His uncle made up words
all the time. Bomb decided to look it up and was surprised to actually find a
definition. According to his urban
dictionary, bomb diggity meant awesome.
Of
course Bomb went on to be a famous author for children's books. His first book was
about a middle child and his uncle. Guess what the title was? Yep, "You da Bomb Diggity."
Take
a moment and thank the people who believed you, believed in your talent, and believed
in your awesomeness... way before it was ever manifested. It really is good to
have people who love and care about you...say "You da Bomb Diggity."
Do you agree fellow bloggers? Me too! I thank all the people who have done that
for me and are still showing me that kind of love! Yep,.... you too... are
"Da Bomb Diggity!"
Pensacola
Helene
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