LOL With Geno — Hello George

Posted: March 1, 2011 in LOL With Geno
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Every morning when I drive to work Iʼm reminded of how fortunate I am. I get to drive a couple of miles of the prettiest area of Southern California that Iʼve ever seen. Itʼs Malibu Canyon Road. It connects the 101 freeway in the valley of Los Angeles to the Pacific Coast Highway right at the base of Pepperdine University.On any given day Iʼll see streams of sunlight blazing through the early morning clouds where they bounce around the canyon lighting up the sparkling wet neon green hills like a Thomas Kinkade painting. Or other times this ominous fog rolls in, eerie and alive like something out of a Stephen King novel. This of course refers to a day when the canyon isnʼt on fire, or flooded with rockslides and roadside construction, or earthquake damage or locusts or the plagues of the Pharaohs… all of which we welcome here in LA in contrast to the plagues, other States deal with on a regular basis.ʼre taking your life in your hands…” To which he calmly said, “Iʼd rather be sifting through the rubble in my board shorts than spend one more winter in Chicago!”

I remember of friend of mine moved out here from Chicago the week of the ’94 earthquake. And his friends rang him up and said, “What are you crazy moving out there? I mean that earthquake was insane, you

My point being, thereʼs always a perspective we can take that should put a smile on our faces. I canʼt believe that some people can wake up, and when just a couple of things go wrong theyʼve got this permanent frown plastered on their faces for the whole day.ʼs got this whacky smile on his face.

I think about someone like Christopher Reeve. By the time he was my age, he was paralyzed from the neck down and sucking wind through a hose. And every single picture you see of him he

I mean if anybody had the right to be angry and bitter about their circumstances, it would be this guy.ʼs no excuse for the frowns and negativity we carry around with us.Barbara De Angelis wrote:


“The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of

loving in the present”…. which reminds me of a joke.

A man and wife in their 50’s are sitting at a table in a very upscale restaurant. Her hair is

done immaculately, as well as her nails and she’s wearing thousands of dollars worth of

jewelry. He’s wearing a very expensive suit, but as they’re eating they’re not even

looking at each other much less communicating. After a moment a very attractive young

blond walks up to the table and says, “Hello George.”

As she walks away the wife looks up and asks, “Who was that?” The man shrugs and

says, “No one.” The wife begins to press him and says, “I demand to know who that was

now you tell me right this minute.” He tosses his napkin on the table and says, “Well if

you must know that happens to be my mistress.”

The woman becomes totally indignant and begins ranting about divorce, and attorney’s

fees and he cuts her off and says, “You’ll get nothing. You’ll lose the house in the

Hamptons, you’ll lose the summer cottage, you’ll lose your privileges at the club, you’ll

lose the car, the yacht, believe me you’ll wind up with nothing!”

She’s completely silenced at this point and while she’s starring down at her plate

another gorgeous woman comes up to the table and says, “Hello George.” And walks


The wife slowly lifts her eyes to her husband and says, “Who was that?” He says, “Well

if you must know that happens to be Steve’s mistress.” She thinks about it for a second and says, “Ours is prettier.”

But countermining those negative things with gratitude for what we do have, in my opinion, is a way to almost instantly replace a frown with a smile. To be thankful for our kids, our parents, our friends, or even a beautiful drive to work… there


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