An exclamation traditionally attributed to the Irish, used to express surprise or for emphasis.
Sometimes people scare the bejesus out of me...not the murderers; not the the leaders of the theft rings; not the income tax evaders, etc. We all understand their actions as reprehensible and not to be tolerated in a civil society. The ones that scare me the most are the manipulators, the passive aggressive smile-on-their-face, lie-to-your-face-never-get-to-the-bottom-of-the-pile person...the actors of this world...speaking one creed, living another. Yes, they scare the bejesus out of me!!
Holding on until lightning strikes...that's me! Scotch-Irish stubborn I am with hint of red-hair feisty. Tired of holding on...making it happen is where the magic shows up. How does a shy girl run into the future with both arms open wide and no fear or doubt whatsoever? How many noes does it take to conjure up just the right yes? How many crooked roads end with a 'welcome home'? It doesn't matter because when you truly know what you want, you get it. I remember playing teacher as a little girl. I would watch Captain Kangaroo and whatever else flashed across the black and white screen, pack my books, and head out to the giant oaks that graced the end of the long, shady, sandy lane at Route 2, Box 72, Salters. I honed my skills on the roots of those giant oaks. Well, guess what? I grew up to be that teacher and can't seem to escape it...no matter the effort. Geography seems not to enter into the equation. No matter where I roam, the dream from long ago comes knocking on my door. Someone please tell me. Why didn't I play being a millionaire?
Country Roads, Salters Depot (Photo by Marlo McCutcheon)
