Every empty park bench has a story, I’ll bet ya’.  I mean, just take a moment to consider it.

On any given day, in any given park, there they are.  And people sit their butts down on them all the time.

It could be someone out playing with their dog.  Or…. a bunch of tourists visiting a new city for the first time.  It could be a kid playing hide and seek, or tag… and that might be the base.  Perhaps an elderly couple out for a walk together.  They sit and rest on the bench, and begin to talk about old times at the park.  They hold hands and look lovingly into each other’s eyes.

Yet… on another day… it may be the bed of someone down on thier luck.  They lost their home last winter in the great recession, and haven’t had a place to live since.  It could be the step-up exercise for a fitness junkie… working out at the park.  Perhaps it is the place where the secretary is going to eat her lunch today.  Her best friend is supposed to meet her at noon.

One little spot, in one little place…. one little tiny dot on the map.  Yet so many lives, intertwining.  Passing.  Crossing back and forth right by one another.  So close… all of it so very close.  But the next one knows nothing of the one that came before.  Or maybe they know the exact same thing… all too well.  The energy, the time, the space, all right in the same exact spot… and just glancing by one another.   A breath.  A heartbeat.  A moment…. and all… just one butt away.

I think that is where the term “But…..” originated.  On the park bench.  Many, many years ago.

Same with “Cheek to Cheek…..”  and “Turn the Other Cheek….”

But……. … I will continue with that story some other time.

Because this is not the END of the story…. BUT just another beginning.

“Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.” – Unknown