Greetings from the mountain top…
One of my greatest teachers was a janitor named Eddy–a guru by any definition.
I was sitting once, crying, feeling sorry for myself after being insulted by a bully, when Eddy walked up to me and said, “The crazy people always seem to be the ones who get noticed, kid. Crazy is like dandelions—you know you’re never gonna get rid of ‘em forever so you try to control ‘em as best you can; but you don’t let ‘em stop you from enjoying the picnic.”
The man had a way with words, huh?
Peace out ya Eddy loving freaks