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10 people I’m not

Posted on 14. Oct, 2009 by Brett in Wrk

I have a friend named Rachel. She’s really smart–so smart she made a 35 on her ACT. She’s finishing up her Phd at a prestigious university in New England. I’d bet her 12 year-old self was smarter than my 27 year-old self.

I have another friend named Chris. Everyone wanted to be like him back in the fraternity. He could slam dunk a basketball and he’s one of the funnest guys I know. He makes me wish I wasn’t always so serious.

I also have a friend, Billy, who played professional baseball and later emceed huge events for big corporations. Oh yeah, and he can freestyle rap like freakin’ Eminem….

My friend, Kelly? She remembers everyone’s birthday and she listens…no, really listens. When you’re sad, she’ll cry with you. She really cares. Not me. I walk through life feeling like the only person I care about is my-own-stinkin-self.

Then there’s JC. He’s from Guatemala, so he has a cool accent. Oh yeah, and he also helped create some of the graphics for the Chronicles of Narnia movie. Now he produces videos that would blow your mind.

I have two older brothers. Both of them are incredibly talented. One’s a philosophy/theology expert who can quote Descartes and Plantinga and Lewis. The other is a master craftsman and people from all over call him to come and build things for them. And they’re both married with kids. Little bro? Er…Notsomuch…

There’s also these guys named Tyler and Tripp. I met them last week at this blogger thing. They have successful blogs and make hilarious videos that millions of people laugh at. They make me wish my blog was funnier.

And then there’s my boss Chris. He’s a leader. No, I mean a L-E-A-D-E-R. If William Wallace, Abe Lincoln, and John Maxwell had a baby…it’d be Chris. He’s started a zillion companies and he’s super extroverted and enthusiastic. He makes me want to brandish a sword and conquer stuff.

Cemeteries are filled with men who marveled from a distance at the shiny instruments God did not give them all the while failing to see the grand piano collecting dust in the corner.

God protect my covetous heart. Blow off the dust. Sit next to me. Close.

Teach me to play.