A Piece of Cake

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Serving a slice of cake. Think about it. It is a simple ritual. But in that moment of sharing, there is so much of what is good about us. Simple pleasure and lingering. Sitting a spell to relish it. To bring someone pleasure, because we can. I was going to serve this slice to Eli Manning and his lovely parents Archie and Olivia. The best moment in last night's game...the hugs and happiness as they celebrated that final 47 yard field goal in overtime win. Eli is going to the Superbowl. And as Olivia rested her head on Archie's large shoulders, the rest of the world got to see what we as neighbors have known for a long time. This family has heart. But today, just a moment ago, I was visiting a mentor's blog and there it was...The Washington March Speech and the black and white photo of Martin Luther King. I suspect that as a preacher's kid, he was served a kindly slice of homemade cake more than a few times. And I like to think of him at someone's table in the kitchen, eating that slice of cake and talking about how much better we can be. So I will send this out to him too...in hope that we all too have heart...and act on it. One personal best at a time. Piece of cake, don't you think?