Luckiest man

I take compliments badly. Always have. A good friend told me many years ago (and he probably doesn’t even remember it) that when somebody offers me a compliment, I should learn to not over-think it. He said that I should simply respond, “Thank you.”

Today that same friend told me I was the most blessed man in the entire world.

This is the time of year we Americans are supposed to reflect on our lives and the things for which we should be thankful. Tonight, I sit at my desk with a couple fingers of Talisker. My new dog is snoring on the floor next to me. My boys are asleep in their rooms. I know few people who have such peace.

I have a wife who believes in me. It’s against against all better advice and 35 years of world-weary judgment, but she believes in me. She holds me when I’m scared, lets me go when I need to run, and kisses me when I come home. She holds up a house that would fall without her strength. She remains as beautiful as the day we met nearly 15 years ago.

I have two sons who make me wonder if anything in the world could be so perfect. They are too good looking to be my boys, yet they call me Dad. They assure that I back away from every ledge I’m tempted to toe. They’ve kept me from buying a motorcycle, bungee jumping off the Stratosphere Tower, and walking down dark foreign streets at night. In return, they’ve accepted my constant travel, and they run down the airport hallways to hug me when I come home. Without them, without their mother, without that unconditional love, I’d be a poor excuse for a human being, if I were alive at all.

I have a circle of friends who pick me up when I fall–figuratively, literally, and everything in between. They listen when I need to talk. They shut me up when I need quieting. Their talent inspires me to be better. They encourage talents I deny. They keep me sober when I need to be, and not when I don’t. I am indebted to each of them in a way I can only repay with loyalty and friendship in kind.

I have a brother who is my best friend and is building a family as beautiful as mine.

I have parents who love each other enough to have made life as ideal for me as it can be.

I have a home that, while not perfect, has for ten years sheltered everything I hold dear.

I have work that won’t make me rich, but supports my family and sates my need to put fingers to keyboard.

And I have a dog that is learning to be my best friend. I taught her to high-five, and if that’s as far as we get, we’ll be fine.

It’s at this point I’m tempted to point out that I’ve been very lucky, or in the poker vernacular, I’ve “run good.” (Don’t try correcting the grammar. It’s what it is). It’s at this point I want to apologize for my good fortune, childhood, education, and jobs. It’s at this point I want to demur and try to explain how it all happened. It’s at this point that I want to make some joke about how I ended up with my wife and how I know I’m punching above my weight. It’s at this point that I look at my past few blog posts and cringe to my bones.

But, after re-reading everything, I think it’s best to take my old buddy’s advice and just say…

Thank you.

Paris Mountain, November 2010

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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12 Responses

  1. The Wife says:

    I’d like to have a contest of who is more blessed, but I’m sure it would just be a never ending tie. However, you win the “make Mrs Chako cry” contest for sure today.

    Glad you appreciate all the the different packages your blessings come in.

    Happy Thanksgiving and see you soon!

  2. Drizztdj says:

    Pup is lookin’ good, and so is the one on your back.

    Have a few smiles and few drinks ready in two weeks.

    I could use a like-minded friend in Vegas and I’ll raise a Cap’n Coke to your scotch.

  3. Da Goddess says:

    Now that I’ve wiped a few tears away, all I can say is “yeah.”

    Happy Thanksgiving to the entire Otis clan!

  4. Grumpy says:

    Congrats – thats as much as any man can ask for – but whats wrong w a motorcycle? I wouldnt know since I have no kids. LOL

  5. IG says:

    Loved this picture when I first saw it. I read this and think man those kids of yours are going to have a great journal to go back and read when they are old enough to really comprehend what it means to be and have a great dad.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and the rest of the Otis clan. I’m passing on the WPBT gathering but Hopefully next year at NAPT Mohegan well be able to catch up officially. Better yet let it be a Phish show!!

    (If you havent guessed Phish/Furthur wins out over poker for me any day of the week).

  6. Grange95 says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!

    BTW, that’s an adorable puppy. 🙂

  7. shane says:

    I’m nodding both in recognition of the feeling, and envious approval of your skill at expressing it. See you in Vegas.

  8. Dr. Chako says:

    Run good. Revel in it.

    -DrC

  9. Or should I say – I’ll see that and raise you the most perfect husband ever.

  10. Susannah says:

    We, your friends are thankful for you, as well. Hope your travels bring you our way soon… Happy Thanksgiving to all the Willi!

  11. riya lalwani says:

    A haappy man. That’s it. It is very nice to see that you are thankful to all those persons who are essential part of your life. Nice pic of your family.

    happy thanksgiving

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