Mulligan [muhl-i-guhn]

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A mulligan, in a game, happens when a player gets a second chance to perform a certain move or action. The practice is also sometimes referred to as a “do-over.” – Wikipedia

A mulligan is a new chance that life will offer a person when they are willing to work hard enough to get it. A mulligan is not a right but a privilege. A mulligan is a gift in a person’s life. –

My friend Laura Martin – – read her blog, folks, it’s awesome – – told me in an email that I got a mulligan. I’ve had a week to ponder that, and I agree. As my sister-in-law Linda told me, “It wasn’t your time yet.”

So I got a mulligan. I’m not entirely sure why, or toward what purpose. But I know how I’m going to find out.

“Just busy yourself doing what you most want, among the choices now before you, and before long your life’s purpose will find you.” – Mike Dooley

Look around, you know
You must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did
And got what they deserved

And there’s so much love to make up
Everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away – Graham Nash

Fog lifts to reveal potential
For generations prophesied
Our growth to be exponential
Our promise finally realized

I can see the earth below me
And I can
Feel it turn – Seán McCann


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“Your life doesn’t belong to you. The decisions you make affect other people.”

I plan to be a pain in the ass about this to everyone I know for the rest of my life. Which thankfully has been extended due to a seat belt.

Saturday evening my car, a Pontiac Vibe, got rammed from behind by another driver in a heavy duty pickup truck. (A “RAM” truck, not coincidentally.) My car rolled across lanes of traffic, and landed on its roof in the center strip between the northbound and southbound lanes.

I was suspended upside down, held in place by – you guessed it – my seat belt. I reached down and turned off the ignition, which released the door locks. Then I unbuckled my seat belt, lowered myself down, and crawled out the passenger side door.

If I hadn’t worn my seat belt I would not be posting this today. I want to state that again: If I hadn’t worn my seat belt I would not be posting this today.

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WEAR YOUR SEAT BELT. EVERY GODDAMNED TIME YOU GET INTO A VEHICLE. NO EXCEPTIONS, GODDAMMIT. The next time I hear some douche-canoe claim that not wearing a seat belt is “a matter of personal choice” or “a victimless crime” or “taking a stand against the Nanny State” – – I will personally kick that douche-canoe’s sorry loser ass into next week, find him or her next Tuesday, and kick his or her sorry loser ass again.

That is all.