and you want to hit the wall and yell,
here's a little Dammit Doll,
that you can't do without.
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out
yell Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"
My dad gifted me a "Dammit Doll" when I was younger, I think around 8 years old, to try to teach me how to appropriately release my emotions. He had written all over the doll itself though crossing out every "Dammmit" and replacing it with "Darn-it". Ha! Seems like kind of an oxymoron to me with what he was trying to accomplish.
Fast forward to my early twenties, I became the TEACHER of Anger Management programs for those ordered to such courses via a court of law. Now THAT is a true oxymoron! It's like the psychologist that needs a therapist or the carpenter who's house is in shambles, right? Anyhow, I like to think things have changed since I was a kid.
The greater point of this post is to share with you this...
At some point over the last 22 years, I've lost that Dammit Doll. However, this past Christmas I was given a gift from my Aunt and my cousin --- the Dammit Doll. Without knowing my past experience with this doll, the look on my face upon opening this gift was priceless. Clearly this was meant as a gag-gift and they expected a much different reaction from me! Even to my shock, immediately upon opening the gift my mind started racing with memories of my dad, who passed away 8 years ago. Was this a sign from him? I mean seriously, how many people know about the Dammit Doll that can only be purchased at ONE place in our entire county -- and how much of a coincidence that my Aunt (my dad's favorite) gave this to me at Christmas? Okay, I know it was a sheer coincidence, but none-the-less, it made me smile and thought it was appropriate to share a little of my past with you all.
Be well friends...