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Sep 2014
I belong to an organization of heroes",ย ย internationally, or
perhaps, universally, recognized, and work quietly, which
ย ย is "ok", with me. Who are they? Let's see if you agree.

The telephone rings, you answer. "Hey, how are you?", followed by one of the
"pitch phrases", "I was wondering, Can You?, Will You?, Are you available to?.....,
and it goes on.

In any language, in any country. the recipient of that call, upon hearing the sound of desperation, immediately begins changing into their hero personna, preparing for whatever enemy lies ahead, reaching for their swords ( usually in the form of car keys) , and bottle of "adversary repellent", to protect, aid, assist, do whatever needs to be done, at anytime, night or day, for those treasures commonly referred to as "grandchildren."

I am a "GRAND PARENT!" Love the title! Wear the badge, and wave it's banner proudly. There is nothing wrong with that.

copyright: richard riddle-September 01, 2014
Richard Riddle
Written by
Richard Riddle  Allen, Texas -USA..
(Allen, Texas -USA..)   
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