"Good Morning Sweetie," Pops wrote. He was writing from his new "Tower Room," a room in an old three story brick house on Perthshire Road that overlooked the town of Brighton. It was closer to Boston. The first Airbnb he stayed at was in Randolph. It was a great little house in a quiet neighborhood, but just a bit too far from Boston. Pops wanted to be closer to all the action of life, the kind that filled Boston Common, a large park in the middle of Boston, with families, couples, the sound of children laughing, balloons, and lots of tourists taking in the sights and history of a town that will always be remembered for freedom. "I will soon start telling our story to anyone who will listen. This is actually quite a fun and exciting thing to do. It's not that I am predicting the future; it's just that I've already imagined what it could be like, living in the future, and now I get to live that out. It happens day by day, and the right people, right places, just start showing up. It's not only about us, you and I; it's about all of us. We get to leave increase in our wake wherever we go, just like we talked about so many times. It's about going forward with this vision, the one I spend three hours imagining every morning, It's about knowing that I'm not the only one imagining a better world and meeting those people and together, for the next 5 months, we tell the story of the pieces of the puzzle we have been able to put together and then June 10th or 11th (or sooner) we meet up and begin the next phase of our journey together."
Pops' next step was to add the new Master Storyteller. Paul Dunn was going to have to wait another day. He remembered the mother who was shopping in target. It was a video that had appeared in Kma's Facebook feed, probably a year earlier. Pops, as a school principal then, watched it a few times and each time water came to his eyes. Whether or not the video was "true," the sentiment was. It was a mother showing appreciation for teachers. Pops knew how hard teaching is. He knew it was the mother of all jobs. He saw what teachers have to do every day in a classroom and how much they get paid. Pops was going to do everything he could to make the teachers the Super Heroes of Spaceship Earth. He knew teachers could ask students what they thought about the Global Goals, and he knew it wouldn't be long before students and their parents all over the world began telling a story that no one on planet Earth had ever heard before.
Pops looked forward to his present day. He would work on his Academy of Peace website, have a chat with his sweetie, breakfast out with his son, and then a 5 hour class with the shaman and a small group. In the evening, snow was predicted. It was the middle of January and there was no snow on the ground, a rare sight for Boston. Pops wondered what pieces to the puzzle his Tower Room on Perthshire Road, his son, the shaman, and the snow have? What is their part in the story? Where will they fit, or better yet, how will they all come out to play the game?
Welcome to the family of Master Storytellers, One Funny Mother.