Monday, July 18, 2016

In the climate of the day, stories such as this are also common. They are just not featured as a headliner:

As one might expect from a man who worked with explosives throughout most his adult life, Dallas Dobbs is not a man easily dissuaded by the fear of failure.

Dobbs — who appears to possess the soul of an adventurer and the tenacity of a gladiator — believed from an early age that with mighty effort and a certain ingredient of naïve belief in the magic of the moment, that all good dreams could come true.

Dobbs has never been one of those “cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat,” as Theodore Roosevelt characterized it.

That’s the reason that — at the tender age of 14, in the late 1940s — he attended a Pittsburgh Pirates tryout in Bartlesville, at the then-Bartlesville Municipal Athletic Field.

You’ll find the rest of the story at:

Eisenhower never denied taking money for playing baseball when he wasn’t suppose to. There’s a difference, they tell me, between a job and a calling. Most of us have jobs. Priests are looked up to as having answered a calling.

I knew an Air Force Officer that wanted only one thing. To fly. He turned down just about any job that came around that might have gotten him promoted out of the flight deck. An answer to a calling.

I’ve also know a great many that learned the skill once they realized the airlines paid pretty well.

The same, I’ve found, is true in just about any line of endeavor. There’s those that are called and those that take a job.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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