I’m writing from the economy-plus (five extra inches of legroom) seat on my 747 flight to Germany. I’m sitting next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, my wife Kathy (sometimes Laura).  Who am I?  I’m George W. Bush, President of the United States. Well not really. I am John Morgan, George W. Bush impressionist, whose natural face so closely resembles the 43rd president, that I have for the last four years traveled the globe performing comedy and commentary as Dubya.

Four years ago, I had no idea I could do this. I was working in the family business I grew up with, a new and used appliance store in the heart of Orlando, Florida.

Tangent…

You know, as I write, I am just remembering that one of the flight attendants on this plane is very upset…I’m going to go and see if I can make a difference for him. I’ll be back shortly…

Well, his name is Eddie, and he apparently recently lost his mom. He walked past in a gruffy huff saying not too under his breath, “I’m just trying to do my job.” I asked if he was OK, and he said, “I wish my mother was still alive,” as he angrily and hurtfully walked away, apparently losing it. I was reminded of him just moments ago as I was writing, so I got up and sought him out. When I found him, I told him that I too recently lost my mom, and I know how bad it hurts. I asked Eddie if he would allow me to pray for him. He surprisingly and gratefully agreed. So I asked God to help him through this difficult time, and to remind him that there is a hereafter, and to comfort his heart. Eddie thanked me, and I came back to my seat, where I am now, back trying to learn how to blog.

You know, it isn’t difficult to make a difference in this ol' world. Just keep your eyes open, and be willing to step in and lend a hand, an ear, or what ever other appendage the situation calls for. We are a community, and as such, we each have multiple opportunities every day to brighten, enlighten, and enliven our world.

I’m not always so bold. Sometimes I argue. “What will they think.” I’m glad for those occasions when I actually put others ahead of my own comfort or fears….

Huh... I just noticed that the word blog isn’t in the dictionary of the version of WORD I am currently using. I get a squiggly red line under blog every time I type blog. When I do a control click (Mac) to see what it wants, it thinks I’ve misspelled something, and offers me corrections in the form of… bog, blok, blot, blob, blow. This computer isn’t even six months old. Come on computer, wake up and smell the microchips!

OK, perhaps blogging (squiggly red line) isn’t supposed to be real time thought, rather meaningful commentary. Frankly, I prefer both, because that reflects me. If this blog is more like a blot or a blob that is bogged down, hey, this is my first ever blog (squiggle) and I fully expect to improve.

Epilogue: Blog, blog, BLOG….Hey,no squiggle! Ooooh, I get it. It’s the ol'  CAPS thing.