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Friday, September 25, 2020
 
 
I’m not likening a child’s arrival to a shipment of my new walking shoes, but everything and everybody comes from somewhere.
 
Most obviously, they come from a womb – created by a mother and a father – the product of 9 months of gestation and then, eventually, their arrival. And they call it delivery.
 
I had a box arrive from Amazon the other day, which at first blush, is just another form of delivery – but not sure they are different.
 
There was a product made – then put on a shelf awaiting someone to adopt those shoes. Then came my order, the order was filled, and the product was shipped to me, the end-user. The product will be used, worn, moved around, and have a wear and tear factor based on the environment involved, which might include travel or relocation. And, likely divestiture or recycling at some point.
 
We all come from different places – some nearby, some far away, and transportation logistics are involved whether our parents came here from somewhere nearby. Or maybe grandparents escaped harsh life in Siberia or some similar place, then made their way by ship or train and marriages and births – by roving the world or staying substantially put.
 
Perhaps families are like the clothes and shoes in our closet – some new, some old, wide variations in style, quality, and state of repair. They all journeyed from a factory somewhere, and now they are here – aging in place, just like me.
 
We wear many clothes, many hats, and many roles in life – inside a closet or out in the world, we all came from somewhere. We are all headed somewhere.
 
… there will always be, I suppose, a breaking-in period



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