It’ is a simple question, who is going to take care of you? As we live our lives, we could think of many people who take care of us. Our mother takes care of us when we are born, as a young person mom and dad help each other in taking care of us. As school starts, there are teachers. And as we grow older, there are professors, mentors, drill instructors (if you’re in the military), wives, kids of your own, and many others.

With all these people there watching out for you, You might think that you can sit back and relax. Unfortunately, that is not always true. A question you should ask yourself is, why are all these people helping me? Then, are these people doing this for my benefit? Or do they want something?

I do not like to bear less than overwhelmingly good news; however, most people have agendas, which causes them to come out on the positive side of interactions. It’s not that they’re mean or evil; everyone who needs something will find a way to get it.

Parents want bragging rights. They want you to do fantastically well. Or at least they want you to do better than the new baby that was born down the block. As you go to school, your teachers want you to do very well. It is so that they can show how good they are as teachers, yet you earn all the A’s. If you were only a C student, then they want you to work hard and bring your grades up to A’s. That makes the teacher look even better.

As you go through life, your bosses, your drill instructor in the military, your families all want you to do very well. You are creating for them distinction, sales, status, and wealth. These actions do not make them evil; it only makes them what we all are, human.

I do not mention this to discourage you. I tell you this so that when you take the advice and thoughts of everyone else, be sure to listen to yourself. What do you want? How do you want to get there? And what are the deepest desires that you hold within you.? After all, who takes care of you?  You do.

Thank you for being with me today. I hope to be with you again tomorrow.

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