With a Tip of My Hat; Good Day, Bro!
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With a Tip of My Hat; Good Day, Bro!
Marc Tagliaferri
February 19, 2023
We would not have gotten through many things in life without the angels, as I like to call them, that I have met along our travels, mistakes, and victories. The most rewarding part is the ones that stay and hang. They try to accept us for who we are and what we are. To be around me can be hard at times, I am more than sure of that. Yet I can be so much fun, full of laughs, jokes and really anything can happen with care. Fun can be over the top, but of course, we have to hold our rep down. Really, the haters can say alot, that’s no shit, they laugh with or without me. So, hey, keep on, the keeping on. So a smile and I will throw up a peace sign with that.
So last week we put a blog to speak of things and changes. They are all very exciting for sure. Tagalong taunted us about a cat having our tongue and to speak. Well to start our new week, it was a good Monday and I didn’t step up as I should have at the book club. I did speak some, they are very nice. Yet on a Tuesday, who would have guessed that we would almost destroy all our work and faith in ourselves. Not to mention, the faith some amazing angels have in us. They truly want us and our family to grow. On a taco Tuesday, we would finally decide to show up to the party.
This is the scene I watched from my own point of view. He was pulling out of a building to do some work that needed to be done, it was cold but a sunny day in Indiana. The forklift driver was loving the sun. He loved how it felt on their skin. He drove out of the building, coming out in the sun right on time. He started a conversation with the truck driver.
He said “Hey bro, how are you? Hope your vehicles are running better.”
The truck driver responded, “Ya man and I went out and bought one.”
“Cool, cool, man glad to hear, things are better.” He replied.
The truck driver said, “Ya doing better but afraid the government might have placed something in the new vehicle to track us. So you know right.”
Turning his head he said, ”Ya I get that. Well, I’m doing good. Excited about my blogs and trying to grow so bro I get that.”
Then the truck driver began to dance around, “Ya that’s right your the guy that knows everything. Right? You tell me what they’re up to.”
I could see and feel his emotions running through their head and soul. Which one was going to speak to the man. For ten years, the truck driver has spoken down to him. For ten years, he has hidden the fact that he is different. Sometimes it is hard for him to express himself. I mean, it is like tears one second then anger to so calm. What would the outcome be on the beautiful day. I could see the vein swell throughout his body. His left hand stretched out to where his fingers splayed out on the steering wheel. His other hand reached around and wrapped his hand around his mouth as they parted ways. His hand slid down from his mouth pulling on his go-tee and tugged on his braids in a very deep thought of what would be the end of the conversion as there was going to be one.
Enough is enough for any man and soul. Handling it was all that was left, and it was the day. He didn’t want this today but really wanted growth. Growth though sometimes hides in the darkest of places. Coming back towards the opening of the building which would lead to the truck driver. Not to mention his job which he does love. It’s not the building or the structure that is the problem. It’s how others choose to treat one another, that is the problem. I guess that’s why they call it work, though, right. Yet in an intelligent world, we would all like to think we are not animals with thumbs. But we really are animals with thumbs. Pulling to the doorway, the forklift driver began to talk, to speak with what appeared to be by himself, but he really was not all alone. He was having a strong conversation with himself.
Pulling up to the truck driver, he quickly spoke, “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
The truck driver answered, “Ya.” .
He began, “Good. I would like to point out that when you were jumping around telling me that I knew everything and that I’m so smart, you were laughing and smiling like I was your friend. You even called me bro. You said that I think I know everything. Well, no, I don’t. I even wrote a blog stating that, for sure. But you wouldn’t know that because you haven’t read it. But hey, that’s ok, also. Really, why would you? Some do though and wow man, it feels amazing. I am very thankful and blessed, for real. On this thought, I want you to know that I accept that you think I am stupid and that you were mocking me in a way to protect you from any actions you feel or think I may do. You have to know I love my job. So you feel free to speak to me this way, to give yourself a false sense of strength or power. Or even for some chip you formed on your shoulder to take to another plant and tell someone you shut down, Tags. No, man, not today. That’s not what happened at all. I want you to know this. I want your soul to feel mine today. So again, may I ask another question about me?”
Standing there, the truck driver said, “Yes.”
He spoke very clearly as the truck driver had no clue what was coming, “So you said what you said. So I will also say my biggest mistake to start was expressing that I was excited about a goal that was happening. I should have never opened my mouth, that’s on me for sure. Yet I did it and you did it, so here we are. Again, so I write for God and through all of life forms, our mother Earth or through all of the souls that walked our Earthland, our ancestors. They are really all one, right? Yet, I believe there are so much more out there and answers that make us all right. My goal is to put me back together, my kids and family, and truthfully would love to help our world, right? So you think I am batshit crazy for it. That I am a monster because I don’t hide the hell I have walked through, or that maybe I dress a little different. Or many things about me put me in so many forms in your head, Ii accept that, it hurts but ok cool. Now I will ask you a couple questions. So you like cars, right?”
“Yes.” the truck driver spoke.
He asked some more questions, ” So you have pics? You spent time studying? You care with passion? You tell people you’re a mechanic? You love how it feels as it flows through your lips? People have faith in you. People want you to help at times, and you spend time effort on all the above, right?”
“Ya, man.” answered the truck driver, seeming a bit nervous but put on a front trying to stand there cool as ice.
He leaned forward towards the truck driver, and the truck driver swelled up. His tone came out strong, raw, and low, “Hey guess what? I don’t believe you at all.”
They seemed to stand there man to man as the truck driver’s eyes fell to the ground. Then the man took another step forward with his left hand extended.
He spoke again, “Here you can have this back, I don’t want your soul. But hey, how does that feel.”
Stepping back, he made eye contact with the truck driver, all he did was roll his tongue around the inside of his mouth. He seemed to turn some different shades as he tried to pull his emotions together. Looked like he was sucking a dick backwards. With that, I have to say, I do love me, some Billy Jack. Even the duke would have tipped his hat. Not to mention the man with the top hat that sat and smiled with a tip of his top hat.
As the man turned and got on his forklift, it seemed long enough to say you have a good day now. Growth.
Thank you for your time. Blessed be, Alhamdulillah, and God Bless. Peace.
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