The wife sighs. She has seen this before. Her husband is face-down in the pillow, Monday morning, and he is not moving."You'll be late for work," she says."Can't do work," the husband mumbles."Why not?""Red Wings tonight. Need sleep. West Coast game. Gonna be up late.""What about your job?"He pulls the pillow around his ears. "This is my job," he yells.
MITCH ALBOMLife, as you get older, is less about what you learn than what you remember. Same goes for hockey. Especially playoff hockey. This is not training camp or some summer skate, where you work on your new moves. Playoffs are when you rely on instinct. Success depends on what kicks in.
America is the big guy. Iraq is the small guy. Because of that, no matter what we do, certain perceptions will never change.So even though America, the big guy, has an army of volunteers, while Iraq, the small guy, pulls men from their homes and threatens to kill their loved ones if they don't fight -- we, the big guy, are the bully.And even though America, the big guy, wears army uniforms and rides in army tanks, while Iraq, the small guy, wears civilian clothes and drives Toyotas and blends in, waiting for an ambush -- we, the big guy, are the bully.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
