My Definition of contrails

From the dictionary:

Contrails or vapor trails are long, thin artificial clouds(man-made) clouds that sometime form behind aircraft.

My definition:

Contrails are trails left in the sky by loved ones that passed onto Heaven. I look up to the sky and see the contrails in the sky. I think of them as foot steps in Heaven. I imagine them as reminders that my loved ones are looking down on me and they leave the trail to remind me.

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It's the Little Things

Have you ever wonder about the secrets of touching someones life. Well, I have been reminded of this in the last couple of weeks. A high school buddy's dad had passed away. I went to the visitation at the funeral home and the memorial service. These were two events of three that I was reminded about the secret. At the funeral home, I would meet people that I have never seen before. Some would say, "Well, I finally get to meet you. You were mention so many times." Or others would say, "I have heard so much about you. It feels like I already know you." This happen on several occasions as I wandered around the room.  I was puzzled by this. Who were these people and how do they know me? What did I do? I'm just an ordinary fellow that is just traveling through life. I have not done anything extraordinary or special. I would ponder on this through out the week. As, this was on my mind another event happen in my life. This would be my third lesson on the secret of touching some one's life.
There was George, an elderly man and his dachshund named Oscar. Oscar is a lot like Oscar the Grouch.  He would fuss but he would willing accept a hug or a pet. George would walk with Oscar through the neighbor several times a day. We would exchange waves or greetings in the morning. Then later in the evenings on his walks. Oscar would bark at me as if he was telling me about his day. Then, I was able to pet him on his head. George and I would talk about little things like the weather or about Oscar. He would guide Oscar on their walk with a long stick like a shepherd's hook. Oscar would sometimes fuss back at George, but he would obey the commands. George always had a kind word,  a smile, and a wave for hello or good-bye. These two were a pair of kindred spirits. Well, I haven't seen George or Oscar for a week. I begin to wonder about them. This is where my reminder of the secret comes a full circle. I found out that George had passed away after a short illness. My days had not been the same without George or Oscar to see. I missed watching them wobble down the sidewalk, Oscar's bark, and George's wave. Those little and simple things made an impact on my day or week. I miss George and Oscar. I could always count on them to be there. It is here I realize what I had done to be talked about so much. Just like George and Oscar, I was there to listen, share laughs, and just be there. Its the simple things. The little things that bring the memories and love. The talk. The listening. The smile or laugh. Those things are the lasting things that are etched into our hearts and our minds. Those are special the things. That is why you are spoken about to others, because you were just there. My friend keep doing the little things in Life. And Thank You for doing them.

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Dogman707

Conversation with a Friend

I was driving by a Brad's house and he was out washing his car. So, I stopped to shoot the breeze with him since we haven't talked for a while. We were joking around, laughing, and talking about old times. As the horsing around was coming to an end the conversation went like this.
I laughed as he just finishing washing the hood of the car a  bird crapped on it. Brad cussed at the bird as I walked to the back of the car. I place a little mud on the car's trunk just a finger print. I said, "You missed a spot on the trunk." Brad said with a smile,  "You ass." I was laughing and replied, "Hey ass, fat ass, or half ass everybody needs one. So, I am good for something." Brad shot back, "You smart ass." I replied, "Yeah my ass got me through college. What about your dumb ass?" As I was laughing and he was laughing too. Brad all of sudden turned around  with the hose pointing at me at full blast. I got drenched. Damn didn't see that coming. Brad with a wide grin on his face said, Who's the dumb ass now?" as he finished rinsing the car. We both were laughing real good now. Damn I had to dry the tears from my eyes. Shit my face was soaked. Is it the tears from laughing or the water from the hose?  Hell, who cares it was a good time.
Ah the sweet memories we make with our friends. Somehow we always find something to laugh about and add a little sweetness to life. Its always nice to have friends to share laughter with. Holding my glass in the air, "To you my friends wherever you are. Share a laugh and a smile. May laughter come to your day."

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Me & My Reflection

   A few weeks ago I was in our department's morning meeting. It was a dark winter morning. I was sitting with my back to the inside office window and Jason was sitting directly across from me with his back to the outside window. I went to scratch my ear and I notice that Jason was align directly with me. When I scratched my ear, my reflection in the window behind Jason made it appear that I was scratching Jason's ear. I would place my hands on my ears and they would appear in the window to be on Jason's ear. My hands' reflection was cupping Jason's face. I continue to play with the reflection. I would tug on my left ear and lean my head to the left. It appeared I was tugging Jason's ear and he would tilt his head in the same direction like a mirror image. It was like I was causing his head to lean because of the reflection. I would slowly take my right hand to the level of my right ear and move it across my face to my left ear. The reflection made it appear that my elbow was sticking out Jason's left ear and my finger sticking out his right. It was like I put my arm through his head. There was a long moment of silence while our supervisor was looking at something on her laptop. Finally, Jason looked at me with a puzzled look. He thought I was trying to draw his attention to Steve who was sitting next to me. I spoke out loud, "No, we are perfectly align and because of the reflection when I scratch my ear. It appears I'm scratching yours." My supervisor and everyone busted out laughing and shaking their heads. She says, "Dog you are like our morning entertainment. I never know what is going to come out of your brain and your mouth."

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Driving and a Picking

It was a Saturday in late spring. I was cruising down Summer Avenue when I saw a buddy's truck. He owns a pest control company and sometimes he will go out into the field and crawl under some of the homes. As I got closer to his truck, I noticed his window was down and he was dusty as hell. I knew he was under a dusty house because he was picking his nose. He was digging deep trying to clear his nasal passage. He was just a driving and a picking. I lowered my car window as I got closer to him. At the right moment, I laid on the car horn and screamed, "Quit picking your nose you son of a bitch!" He about shit in his pants as he jumped about a foot in the air. His eyes were big as hell now as he turned to lookout his window with his finger still deep in his nose. We pulled over at the nearest parking lot. He jumped out of his truck and hollered, "I would whip your ass if my eyes weren't watering so damn much!" "Damn you dog! You scared the crap out of me. I must have shoved my finger out my eye socket.", he moan. " But, shit dog you got my eyes and nose running. I now have mud running down. I responded,"that's what friends are for to help a buddy out." Rick responded, "you smart ass", with a laugh. The moral of the story be careful when you pick your nose because a smart ass friend my help you dig the gold out.

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Dogman707