2/25/2018 Dropped by Jason PowellDropped Years ago I went over to my parents house and my nephew was there playing with my father. He was three years old at the time (my nephew, not my dad). My mother was in the kitchen leaning with her folded arms over the kitchen counter looking into the living room watching them and smiling. My father was tossing my nephew into the air and catching him again. When my nephew was in the air he'd laugh and squeal and then he'd land in my father's hands and he would look happily and expectantly at my dad with his fingertips in his mouth. Then he'd be airborne again and life would be hysterical once more. I watched a couple of these revolutions and then I went into the kitchen and kissed my moms cheek. I said to her about my nephew, "that's a brave little boy. Daddy's throwing him pretty high. I'm surprised he's not afraid." My mom kept leaning and watching and smiling and said, "he's not brave. He just doesn't know there's any reason to be afraid. He's never been dropped before." I think that explanation of happiness or the lack of it explains so much in my life. ![]() Bio: Jason Powell is a New York City Firefighter in the FDNY and an avid people watcher. He spends all of his free time and (some of his work time) writing and reading and eating chocolate covered pretzels.
Emily V Benedict
2/27/2018 06:56:30 am
I was living within your story as I was reading. You touched my heart and it will always remain with me. Thank you for the moment.
Lenore (Nore McKinney)
8/20/2019 08:04:33 am
I loved this Jason. Great wisdom by your mom whom I love also. I wish you all the best and God's blessings.
Kenny Abeloe
8/25/2019 04:42:50 pm
Your mom sounds wise; listen to her. Comments are closed.
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