Heavenletters

I learned how to do this very thing. I'll try to tell you how I learned it.
I suppose I was three years old, perhaps a few days more. My mother shouted through the door: 'Stop stomping in the mud puddle, you'll get your feet wet You'll get all dirty!" I stopped stomping just long enough to wonder: "What on earth is wrong with getting my feet wet?" They're my feet, and beside getting dirty is lots of fun, I thought in my tiny mind.
Of course I got a little older, grew a little bolder, I was a sturdy 15 when my folks took in a very pretty German girl to live with us. A week went past and she came one night a got in my bed, all uninvited. Well... I stomped in a different kind of mud puddle and my consciousness zoomed heaven knows where! When my mud spattered SELF got to be seventeen I joined the Navy and sort of became a medic. More mud, more slush of a different kind. The kind that makes your mind stand very still and listen. Watching thirty or more of my friends drenched in gasoline and explode in flames brought mud you can't even imagine; it's still on my windshield of memory's wonderments. I can still hear my darling little mother shouting: "Don''t stomp in the mud puddles, you'll get all dirty!" If I could only have listened to LIFE warning me about certain kinds of mud, would it have mattered?.
A long, wonderful marriage didn't seem like a mud puddle of some sort but holding my dying wife sure did! Did it make me dirty? I could have let it get me real dirty but I chose to see it in another way, like a beautiful sun rise just for her to make a good life complete and done.
So a pipe broke under my little house and made a lot of mud to stomp in and make me dirty. I choose to let some one else stomp in that kind of mud while I stay HIGH and dry. But I have to admit that pushing 84 it's still fun playing in God's mud. Sure I get dirty, but HE'S like a Mr. Clean just waiting spray away all the hurt and dirt and slap me on the rear and say: "Keep right on stomping in life's mud Kid, You're too much fun to watch so please don't stop." Don't miss the joy of the mud, beloved.

George all splattered and happy