No Mas

For the last week my team (if you know you know) has been telling me to pay attention. I didn’t know why but I trusted when the moment came I would.

I took my kids to dinner the other night and afterwards we were out for a walk, seen a small gaming store and went in. I noted the giant plaque on the wall in honor of a police officer. As we looked around, I overheard the story of how the store opened.

That cop died on duty. His brother opened the store to bring the kids in the community together in a positive way, as his brother (the officer) wished.

Now at this point I knew my team wanted something, but I had no idea what. I was told to wait... wait...wait...

I did. Then my attention was brought to a stack of vintage baseball cards - of boxers. I do not know a single thing about baseball cards or boxing, but this is what I was supposed to be paying attention to so I frustratingly listened... thinking it must be for an old friend that enjoys boxing I messaged them. My phone was dying so I took a photo and said pick one of these don’t ask questions just give me a name. I apologized to the cashier while I waited for the reply.

Roberto Duran "Hands of stone"

Fine whatever this is stupid I will get it.

I had no idea that it had nothing to do with the dumb card.

That was the moment, and I did realize what it was I needed to.... I responded. I did not react.

Broke my heart to pieces. After I addressed what needed to be addressed and the day was finally over, I looked up that boxer. Cried. Then told my team – I get it. I get it.

No mas.

I surrender. No mas.

TLJ- its Friday.