Chapter 98: Semi-Final Words

I want to deeply thank everyone who participated in the creation of this tale, whether you meant to or not. And yes, some names were changed to protect the innocent, but everything written did actually happen, just as I wrote it. Or so I remember. 🙂

I have been traveling, in one mindset or another, since the middle-late 1980s. It’s hard to believe that it has been over thirty years since my first international trip. And it’s always startling to see just how much each new adventure somehow changes me. But that’s what life is all about, right? Always moving forward on some path and (hopefully) evolving?

I hope in your reading of this offering that you came away with more than just “eat this and see that”. Because while sharing my travel stories and experiences was a sub-goal of the effort, there was a much larger message I tried to permeate throughout. And that is love of ourselves and our collective home.

Allow me to pontificate.

All around the world, we humans are essentially pretty much the same. Accents, languages, skin colors, deities … none of these define. They merely describe. Because underneath, we are all parents wanting for our children. People looking to prosper or maybe just to survive. We all love, cry, laugh, and grumble. Places may change, peoples do not. We are all simply human.

We also all live in one collective home, our Earth. And we all share a common responsibility to care for it. Pollution and bad decisions do not stop at imaginary national borders. So we must become one and take ownership of our house and lands.

And my final message is, everyone falls down. Imagine a world where as soon as you trip, many different hands reach to lift you back up. A world where precious resources and passion fund growth instead of killing and hatred. We can, and must, live that dream as one.

This is what I think of when I travel. What the world should be, wherever one is standing. And this is the message that I bring in my Letters to Uncle Jimmy.

A final thanks, to you the reader. I hope you enjoyed the leakage from my unusual mind. I know there is more to come for all of us, and I hope you will join me in the journey. So for now, adieu.

– Rick Higgins (aka, the drunk guy stumbling in his socks)

LETTERS TO A DEAD UNCLE

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