I’ve always wanted my grandfather to read my blog.
He’s 92 and a very mindful kind of guy. He lives in the present moment and is eternally happy doing so. He never worries about what happened yesterday or what might happen tomorrow. And he never lets his emotions get the best of him.
He’s Zen like that.
He appreciates my love of Buddhism and mindfulness. So much so, that last year he hand carved a Buddha for me.
So, while I thought my grandfather would appreciate my blog posts, there was only one thing standing in the way of him reading them.
He’s never used it, hardly knows what it is, and wouldn’t know what to do with it even if he tried.
Never one to back down from a challenge, last week I picked out my favorite blog posts and I went old school on them.
I printed them.
After pulling together some of the most powerful words I’ve ever written, I gently ran them through the hole puncher and placed them neatly in a green binder for him to lovingly flip through and read.
I couldn’t wait to get his reaction to my words of wisdom.
I drove to his house and hand delivered the goods. I nervously paced back and forth from the kitchen to the living room as he sat in his recliner and flipped page after page and post after post.
He gave nothing away while reading. Continue Reading