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Thoughts from Dr. Joe: Life has its thorns

September 08, 2010|By Joe Puglia

Penelope's was closed so I headed to Starbucks for a cup of black tea. Barb and the kids who work there are wonderful; they make you feel like you're a member of their family.

I was sipping tea and re-reading, "With the old Breed," by Eugene Sledge, an historical account of life and death struggles of the 5th Marines in the Pacific.

Waiting for further direction from my wife Kaitzer regarding afternoon pickups, I was wondering whether I was supposed take the girls to dance, violin, swimming, or play dates. I hadn't a clue.

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At the adjacent table sat six seniors from La Cañada High. Their banter was boisterous and filled with complaints about the deficiencies of their classes, schedules, activities and teachers. They were just doing what kids do, and although I've been known to tune out a 122mm rocket attack, their conversation resonated like a bee buzzing in my ear.

Reading about the guys who stormed Peleliu against entrenched fanatical Japanese infantry was not compatible with listening to the complaints of these kids who were most probably the same age as many of the guys highlighted in the book.

It was as though the seniors were engulfed in the malaise of entitlement and believed the debilitating supposition that the barometer of life is perfection. Any deviation from nirvana is beyond apprehension, as they are children of the universe and entitled to the Garden of Eden.

I wanted to save them from themselves and scream, "Guys…I beg your pardon; I never promised you a rose garden!" Instead, I put down my book, picked up a pen, and began to craft this write.

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