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Posted on Mon, Jan 17, 2011 20:29

Women, of course, know all about the importance of soft hands.  We men think of them in somewhat different terms.  They often remind us of sport stars, particularly during football playoff season.  (Anyone who saw Joe Montana find Dwight Clark in a corner of the end zone can testify to the importance of soft hands and a soft touch.)  Just means that despite being powerful and able, soft hands make special things happen by adding a little give at just the right moment.

 

First noticed the importance of soft hands when I was  about 4 years old.  We got a new swing set and when my older brother was on one of the swings I learned how to grab onto a crossbar and swing my body out in front of him when he was on his back swing -- then I would swing my body back out of the way as he came forward.  When I called to my Mom to watch this acrobatic feat I kind of lost track of where my brother was in his swing.  I'll always remember the look of horror in my Mom's eyes when I finally got her attention.  I was swinging out while my brother was swinging forward and next thing I knew after the collision I was airborne.

 

My father, seeing the same accident about to happen as my mother, moved like a cat toward me and snatched me up in his arms.  I think I passed out for a moment when I hit the ground and when I came to he was stroking my forehead and hair asking me to speak to him.  After determining that all limbs were intact he cradled me like I was a baby and carried me into the house to put me in my bed.  I remember his soft hands as he held my head to his chest. 

 

A year or so later after my family moved to Paris we visited the Bois du Boulogne, a heavily wooded park on the western side of the city.  My younger brother and I wandered off a little too far and suddenly realized we were unsure how to get back to where we had last seen my mother.  We kept moving in the direction where I thought we might find her, and after perhaps 15 minutes we heard her voice calling us.  I remember how beautiful she looked when she laid eyes on us again.  She rushed to us and hugged us both, one in each arm.  Except for her joy and relief we would have seen her cry, and I can still feel on the back of my neck her soft hands.

 

When I was in basic training we went for a 15 mile road march into the wilds of Ft. Dix.  The day before I had banged my ankle against something on the bayonet course and by the morning of our march it had begun to swell.  I laced up my boot tightly and took my place at the front of our column as First Squad leader.  As squad leader I also got the honor of carrying about 50 pounds of 50 cal. ammunition along with 70 pounds of personal gear.  When we took our break halfway through the march the Drill Sergeant asked me if I wanted to ride back to catonement on a truck -- an option heavily discouraged yet offered out of concern for safety and health.  "I'll be OK, Drill Sergeant," I replied.

 

During the break I found another soldier willing to carry the 50 cal. ammunition and relaced my boot.  Once back on our feet I counted one step forward at a time as we marched along the sandy trail.  "That's real infantry," Drill Sergeant said to me.  "Follow me, I'll tamp the sand down so it will be easier to walk on."  Doubtful that walking behind him made much of a difference, however, his words of encouragement and expression of concern made a huge difference.  Truth be told, some of those Drill Sergeants are hard on the outside, yet like Joe Montana they can add a soft touch when needed.

 

Last week on the way to work during a snowstorm I was driving on a secondary US highway from my home in the hinterland.  I was having a little trouble getting up some of the hills so I accelerated just a little one a downslope to gather momentum.  Suddenly I saw a tractor trailer coming at me from the opposite direction and swerved ever so gently to get more distance as it when past.  It was just enough for my car to start fish-tailing.  Several times I thought I had pulled out of it successfully.  But given the conditions and the little extra speed I had taken on, the next thing I knew the car was doing a 180 degree turn and heading for a steep downhill embankment on the other side of the road.

 

My thoughts were of a time when I had just returned from Iraq, swerved to avoid deer while driving at night near Ft. Drum and ended up in a swamp on the side of the road.  When the local bars let out shortly afterward, a group of young farmers came by with their 4x4's and pulled me out -- I was able to proceed on my own power.  All I could do last week was hope for the best and pray my car would stay out of a rollover down the embankment.  The 180 turned out to be a blessing because I went down the embankment rear-end first, avoiding front end damage.  Except for the fact that snow melts, it would be a great packing material because it compacts when pressure is applied and absorbs impact.  Accordingly the snow brought my Volvo to a gently stop.  I knew right away that the car was fine -- I just wondered how I would get it back on the highway. 

 

 

A neighbor saw me and called a garage about 15 miles away and a truck arrived within 20 minutes.  Volvo's have a peg you screw into to front bumper that allows a winch to pull the car while avoiding damage to the frame or suspension.  For 75 bucks I was back on the highway less than an hour after slding off between two telephone poles.   And as I drove on toward my office I discovered that even my front end alignment was still good.  I marvelled at how lucky I had been.  Too lucky it seemed to me. 

 

 

As the sun rose in the winter sky, it dawned on me that was God working.  He really knows what He's doing, and He's got soft hands.



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Posted on Thu, Jan 27, 2011 20:03

Quoting migliore:

Ciao Pat, 

 

For a desperate housewife like Eva --or you if you were one -- in a pinch I might offer legal incentives to a gossip columnist.  And if I have to settle for Teri Hatcher I could probably live with that :-)

 

Miggy



Hey, Migs. Teri Hatcher ain't so bad. At least not in the looks department. I don't know about any other aspect of her personality. Except that she's got one of the most important qualities necessary for a good loving relationship [not THAT, silly]: a good sense of humor. LOL


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Posted on Thu, Jan 27, 2011 05:29

Ciao Pat, 

 

For a desperate housewife like Eva --or you if you were one -- in a pinch I might offer legal incentives to a gossip columnist.  And if I have to settle for Teri Hatcher I could probably live with that :-)

 

Miggy



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Posted on Mon, Jan 24, 2011 17:09

Quoting migliore:

Quoting Curious

 

"Lyrics by: John Bettis and Michael Clark Minor adaptions for male voice by Conway Twitty."

 

Hey Pat -- would love to see you make a guest appearance on Desperate Housewives and hear you sing a few bars of that tune.  If you do, could you get Eva Longoria's phone# for me?  I hear she's single again, and I would like to help.  You ladies have taught me: always do things for others.



Ha! LOL Being neither a housewife nor desperate, I will have to decline the, ahem, invitation. Especially since you've just spurned me for a much younger woman you want me to help hook you up with. ROFLMAO You could try badgering or bribing some reporter at the National Enquirer or the New York Post, Migs. I'm sure for the right price...


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Posted on Wed, Jan 19, 2011 07:02

Quoting Curious

 

"Lyrics by: John Bettis and Michael Clark Minor adaptions for male voice by Conway Twitty."

 

Hey Pat -- would love to see you make a guest appearance on Desperate Housewives and hear you sing a few bars of that tune.  If you do, could you get Eva Longoria's phone# for me?  I hear she's single again, and I would like to help.  You ladies have taught me: always do things for others.



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Posted on Tue, Jan 18, 2011 23:23

Quoting migliore:

Thanks, Michelle, you're the best.  Yeah, that was pretty much just God, now I've got snow tires so we're partners.  I'm working out to get those holiday pounds off and hoping He'll partner with me.  Kinda hard to expect God to do all the workouts while I sleep in or sit on the couch.  Now that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He's there -- guess I'll have to start showing up too!

Miggy



Yes Migs, I understand,completely,concerning the motivation factor in exercise. I struggle with that one myself. I'm always glad when I've done my workout. I have to admit, though, I do a fair amount of procrastination some days before I finally make myself workout! :-)


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Posted on Tue, Jan 18, 2011 19:53

Thank God you survived that stupid acceleration, Migs. You should know better!!! Slow hands are good, for sure. Slow, sweet, gentle hands. But since this is an adult site, I can't help but be put in mind of something a little less asexual: Lyrics by: John Bettis and Michael Clark Minor adaptions for male voice by Conway Twitty. "As the midnight moon, was drifting through The lazy sway of the trees, I saw the look in your eye, looking into the night Not seeing what you wanted too see. ` Darling don't say a word, I've already heard, What your body is saying to mine, You’ve got a fast move, you got a slow groove, on your mind. You want a man with a slow hand, you want a lover with an easy touch. You want somebody who will spend some time. Not come and go in a heated rush. Baby, believe me, I understand, when it comes to love You want a slow hand. (Guitar Solo) Moon shadowed ground, with no one around and the blanket of stars in our eyes. Hey we’re drifting free, like two lost leaves On the crazy wind of the night. Darling, don't say a word, I've already heard What your body is saying to mine. If you want all night, you know it's all right I’ve got time. You've got a man with a slow hand. You’ve got a lover with an easy touch. You've got somebody who will spend some time. Not come and go in a heated rush. Baby, believe me I understand, when it comes to love You want a slow hand. You want a lover with a easy touch. You got somebody who would spend some time with you Baby Not come and go in a heated rush...


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Posted on Tue, Jan 18, 2011 11:54

Thanks, Michelle, you're the best.  Yeah, that was pretty much just God, now I've got snow tires so we're partners.  I'm working out to get those holiday pounds off and hoping He'll partner with me.  Kinda hard to expect God to do all the workouts while I sleep in or sit on the couch.  Now that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He's there -- guess I'll have to start showing up too!

Miggy



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Posted on Tue, Jan 18, 2011 07:17

My Mom had soft hands. When it was necessary my Dad did too. Thanks for reminding me. rmac


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Posted on Mon, Jan 17, 2011 21:28

Really nice blog, Mig. I enjoyed it! Glad you made it out of your accident unscathed. :-)


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