I’m passive aggressive, but who are you?

First grade, I did NOT want to go to school. Initially, I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me. I so wanted to be where my brothers and sisters were, until the time came to actually go. It took a week to get me there.

I cried my eyes out, but several young girls’ interest were piqued by my distress and came to my rescue. One of those kind souls was Mary McDonald. Today, she is a certified yoga laughter instructor.

By third grade, I had many friends of which I was loyal to. If one of my friends were being harassed by someone, I would straighten them out. One day in fourth grade I was told I would never have a boyfriend. That ended my short term career as a bodyguard. I outran the neighborhood boys. Barefoot.

I have a quirky sense of humor, but trust me, if I disliked you, you would’ve known it. If you had a kink in your armor, I would find it, and I would be sure everyone else knew about it too.

Maybe someday, you may see your name in my blog, maybe not, but the one thing you will NEVER see is something you did or said to me in confidence.

I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. If you won my trust, whatever secrets you revealed to me, are still locked inside. Whether it was something you told me only last month, or 40 years ago.  It’s not for me to question, but to hold for safekeeping.

A true Aquarian, a humanitarian at heart. I may be many things, but one constant remains. Honor is at the forefront to me. My word is my world. Without honor, who are you?

You can breathe a sigh of relief. Where was I….oh! I’m a smart ass, but who are you??? ( My homage to Emily Dickinson  – I told you I was quirky 😉 )

The Charge of the Light Brigade

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!
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Source: 2017-11-01
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