My uncle Jim has been gone for a long time but I think about him frequently. He was always so glad to see me. He was probably always glad to see everybody but I never thought that way back then...I just so appreciated how glad he always was to see me. He had a big smile and a huge voice and used both all the time.
Once, I was telling him about some group in school that gave me a hard time and he listened and listened and listened. Loved that. When I was done he looked me in the eye and said that they were just a bunch of doodads and I shouldn't give them any more time.
That was such good advice and I still to this day think of that when a DooDad thinks they can use my time. There's a lot of them out there you know.
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