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      Words B Word, Right?

      Cathy Lorraine Bagley, MD

      Copyright © 2012 Cathy Lorraine Bagley, MD

      Characters and circumstances portrayed here are fictitious. Any resemblances to real-life events, actual and actual persons are coincidental.

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      2012-11-07

      Dedication

      Kudos to the tribe again for propping me up for a total of three writing endeavors: Word Plays & Stories, Love, Damn! and finally, Words B Word, Right? Grand kudos to God and Mom!

      Mother Mary, born in the quiet, off-the-beaten-path-town of Summerton, South Carolina, often dreamed of growing wings. She longed to soar. Though remaining grounded and still wingless, love’s determination made it possible for her children and grands to sprout wings. We now soar! Vicariously, Ma Bagley does too often marveling at the wind then complaining how it messes up her doo! L.O.L.

      A solid education imparts the ability for a person to travel whenever and wherever a curious imagination thinks to venture. I ask, to what heights will the love and quest of knowledge take you?

      Mom, the view is so great from up here!

      Thanks for taking away the safety net

      when I wasn’t looking; for propping

      me when by myself, I could only sag.

      Was it like teaching me how to ride a bike?

      If so, how did you ever decide when to let go…

      That you MUST let go? And how did you know

      I wouldn’t get hurt from a fall; that I’d stay up?

      Eternal love and blessings from your eldest daughter.

      Acknowledgments

      To the Low Country - two thumbs up! Thanks for many cloudless skies, inspiring vistas and waterways.

      To my specialty of obstetrics & gynecology. Its challenge to my body, soul and mind made me a proficient manufacturer, bottler and distributor of lemonade. I am a green artist recycling lemons presented as a provider of women’s health care into constructive art forms through crafting endeavors and word expression. Medicine is enough to makes any ordinary doc wanna Holla! Instead, I weave word quilts for presentation in galleries.

      WORDS B WORD, RIGHT?

      T.G.I.S.G.A.J. (Thank God I Still Got A Job!)

       T.G.I.S.G.A.J. (Thank God I Still Got A Job!)

       T.G.I.S.G.A.J. signifying- Thank God, I still got a job that I’m blessed a fallen economy didn’t rob.

       T.G.I.S.G.E. - Thank God I still got employment with no lost wages to damper my enjoyment of life, family, freedom and a good night’s rest.

       This I’ll never take for granted or complain anymore lest they perish. I cherish life’s big and little treats even its irregular heart beats.

      I do adore

       and want more

       of the life I’ve got.

       Though harder than not

       hiking uphill most times,

      I except its rewards in dimes acknowledging small change adds up. If a beggar with one dingy tin cup can get rich in America if persistent, then so too can I, patiently insistent! I’ll no longer take this job here for granted. It’s hard but I know at least both feet are planted. Right now, here is where I need to be! It took company-wide pink slips to make me see…

       Work took me down feeling heavily weighted, I spent days moping, complaining- unelated.

       Then that bully, that fiend called bad economy struck! Helpless to strike back employers started to pluck staff members as if they represented strands of unwanted grey hair. Pink colored the work places on slips like wallpaper hung without care! Luckily through it all, I remained employed. I panicked thinking how freedom I now enjoyed might have suddenly disappeared with a slip. Could my family and I have survived such a dip?

      T.G.I.S.G.A.J. signifying- Thank God, I still got a job! I’m blessed a fallen economy didn’t rob: me of the ability to pay college tuition this day; protection afforded by safe housing in depressed areas with gangs rebel rousing; nutritional benefits of a good meal one legally enjoyed without conspiring to steal; an intact family free from economic distress.

       T.G.I.S.G.A.J. I simply have to confess!

       Sometimes the threat of losing

       without plans or ones choosing

       any taken-for-granted-thing

       breeds deeper understanding.

      Employee tolerances increase

       with unemployment’s release

       of those once busied by wining and complaining

       who forget if God placed them there-there is someplace worth maintaining!

      And when time is up whether or not the intended lesson has been learned,

      we’re relocated elsewhere hopefully with stripes past employment has earned.

      Yet I say, T.G.I.S.G.A.J. those slips aren’t raining in my direction and there will be no dreaded pink bacterial infection piped through vents this day intended for me.

      As for the future, rest assure I’ll be

      on constant and careful lookout.

       Even when planning a cookout,

       we’ll purchase lesser cuts of meat.

       I’ll be conservatively discreet.

      Budgeting, recycling, prudently living

      now might spare my family giving

      time to adapt if I am ever unemployed.

       Why not be proactive now rather than later, annoyed?

      Who knows when there will come a day

       you’ll be Glad to hear yourself say- T.G.I.A.G.A.J.! May it never come. Pray God spares this economy some. A penny or dime tossed at a time…

      will do.

       God, won’t You

       please for all those barely standing

       grant a seat for a spell or a cushioned landing.

       Some have fallen from so far as casualties of economy’s war.

       When they rise I cannot promise they’ll give credit where or when it’s due. I ask anyway regardless of obstinate adults knowing their children need You.

      The answer arriving delivered by either email

       or traditional snail mail;

       to a Facebook or a Twitter account

       will amount…

      To more than an on-time miracle because it is more than a miracle

      

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