Messi--Greek for "Middle." Born as the middle child-- and one for whom peace and harmony are paramount--I often find myself "in the middle" of my family and friends, sifting through the richness of my Catholic faith, politically moderate and in the middle of five books and three projects at once. I have also spent 37 years learning the hard way that the Truth is often in the middle, and that sometimes a "mess" can be a beautiful thing.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Parents
Breaking all of the rules of essay writing here. I have no well-developed thesis tucked into beautiful prose to slyly unfold in front of my reader. Simply want to say that it is fun to hang out with my parents. They were here yesterday mostly to go to a minor league baseball game with my buddies, but we managed to sneak in some good conversation before the game, in-between the obnxious announcer, bad music, and piercing air horn being manned by the socially inept gentleman behind us, and for a bit once we arrived home. Nice to want to be with family. Even more lovely to be known by them. And better still for all of us to still keep choosing each other.
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