by Wilbur Kookmeyer » Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:30 pm
I learned at a young age how to make my bones.
The youngest of 4 boys, you had to fight for everything. Sometimes just to get some peace.
Also had to learn to be crafty, strategic, but that is another story.
Here to talk about making your bones.
So I learned when I was young..... to fight.
The first fight did not turn out so well. Got my nose bloodied by a one armed kid. True story man. None truer.
But it was not long before my bones were made. Piled a few up in the graveyard of my days.
When I was in the military I was taught how to make my bones for what I was trained to do. The reasoning did not need to be more complex than simply that was what my orders would be. Matter of fact, no other logic was to be thought. Period. So I was prepared to make my bones. Still am. But luckily I have yet to be told.
If you have made your bones, you know what I am speaking of. If not, well then this is just more of Wilbur's gibberish.
I was called on to make my bones the other day.
Been a boss long enough, but was yet pushed to making them. Sure, I have flexed and I have lead, I have taught, and I have punished. But I had yet to truly make my bones.
I took a man down man. Not an easy target. Not a decision I would have wanted. I feel like I failed in leading him, but I guess some are not born to be led.
So I made my bones.
They all look at me differently now.
Maybe it is how I see myself.
Looking back through the bones in my personal yard, I remember the walking tall of bones laid before.
Not proud though.
But they all do look at me differently now.
Add them to the pile I guess.
Your electric car runs on coal. Think about it....