Lucky To Be Alive

One evening in January, 2000, I was driving home.  I was twenty at the time, turning twenty-one in February, and I was driving my newly leased vehicle.  I loved that car, it was brand new at the time-a 2000 Chevy S10 pickup truck.  I wanted a pickup truck so bad.

Anyhow, there was an uphill road I was coming to, but in order for me to go up the hill I had to first crossover a lane of traffic going in the opposite direction.  Slowly, I crept forward, I looked left, and then looked right.  I crept forward some more and then stepped on the gas looking back to my left, but when I look back to the left again I saw lights.

I was sitting in the driver seat (well, what was left of it) with my head leaning forward against the steering wheel when I woke up to the sound of something loud.  It almost sounded like a lawnmower.  I asked the man who trying to pry me out of the car if I was dreaming.

“No, this is real life,” he said.

I had been t-boned by a drunk driver, driving on the revoke list.  He hit me in my driver side door at approximately 60 to 65 mph.  The sound I heard was “The Jaws of Life,” a saw used by paramedics in situations like mine where someone had to be cut out of their vehicle after a car accident.

My car was completely totaled, I mean absolutely crushed.  Immediately, I was taken to the hospital for treatment.

I left the hospital the next morning with no major injuries, just a very sore ankle and knee.  Later on that year, I played my third season of football at William Paterson University.

I’m lucky to be alive.  I’m lucky I wasn’t crippled.  I’m lucky I didn’t lose a limb, or end up brain dead.

I’m thankful for each and every day, and every morning I wake up, because I could’ve been dead before my 21st birthday.

If you’ve never had an experience where your life was in jeopardy, then let me share something with you.  Enjoy yourself.  If you’re not happy, get to a place where you can be.

There are no stupid ideas.  Whatever puts you in position to be the best person you can be, and living the best way you can, then do it.

Please Don’t….

If you want to help, help.  If you don’t, don’t.


 

Everybody needs somebody.  It doesn’t matter who you are, how great and talented you might be, or how much money you have.  At some point, we all need help.

Mr. X: “I just graduated college.  I was the most talented painter in my class, but for some reason, I can’t seem to get a job.”

Mr. Y: “Well Mr. X, I know Mr. Z.  Mr. Z owns his own art gallery and is always looking to purchase artwork from new talent.”

Mr. X allows Mr. Y to hook him up with Mr. Z because Mr. X needs a job.  Two years later, Mr. Y becomes resentful and angry at Mr. X because Mr. X is doing really well for himself and became a top selling artist.

Mr. Y continuously throws it up in Mr. X’s face  that it’s because of him that he got the job in the first place.  Mr. X can’t even enjoy the fruit of his labor.

There will come a time when you’ll realize what your capable of, and also, come to grips with your shortcomings.  At that point, you will look elsewhere for someone to help in those areas, because face it, if you don’t, you’ll be stuck in neutral.

To all those Mr. Y’s out there; No one wants to feel imprisoned because of your help.  Please don’t.  If you’re going to help someone out, do it out of the kindness of your heart.  Do it because you want to help, and because you really want Mr. X to become successful.

If your intentions aren’t genuine, Mr. X will see that eventually.  Mr. X, please don’t use people.  Mr. Y could be feeling the way he does because he feels used.  Thank Mr. Y, and let him know your decision to have him speak to Mr. Z was because out of many others, you trusted him.  Perhaps, when you become successful, you can repay him with dinner?

Have A Freakin Good Night

 

 

Training; Appearance and Decisions

How’s everyone doing with their weight training routines?  Today is the first day of July, can you believe it?  2019 is just about half way gone, and as I promised in January, we’d be taking this journey together.

So here we are.  Are you dropping those pounds?  I know I wanted a tighter – harder body, and I’m not even close to what I envisioned for myself at this point, but I am still going to the gym.  I’m not in beast mode, but I have been consistent.  I just completed my second consecutive week of three training days, and boy, am I sore as shit.

My workout has changed a lot so let me update you.  Right now, and for the remainder of the summer I’m going to continue with three days per week of weight training.  The days vary, but the routine is as follows:

Day 1 – Chest, Tri’s

Day 2 – Shoulders, Bi’s

Day 3 – Legs, Back, Abs

I discovered something about myself that I wanted to share, and I know everyone’s body is different, but just in case you’re in my boat, this will be helpful.  Do not get discouraged! 

It has been 14 or 15 years since I trained with weights, and if you’ve been out of the game for a while then you know part of your motivation to train again was that initial observation of your body.  It’s the one when you’re like, “Man, I’m out of shape.  I need to join the gym again.  I look like shit.  I feel like shit.”

There is however, another observation that’s more of a revelation, and this is why I’m asking you not to be discouraged.  I think I joined the Gym in October last year, but the other day I looked at myself again.  The opinion of myself was definitely a little more serious this time around.

I’m really out of shape I said to myself.  I’ve been training since October, and I know I was only training one or two days during the week up until two weeks ago, so I’m not putting unfair pressure on myself.  I’m just being honest.  My body, over the years, has become a blob mass.  It’s kind of funny, but true when I compare myself to a 230 pound lump of clay.  There’s no definition, and no shape.  Needless to say, I have work to do.

At this point, it easy for us to quit.  It’s easy to convince ourselves at this point that weight training isn’t doing anything for us because after-all, we’ve been lifting since October.  Do not get discouraged, and don’t quit.  Let this new, more serious realization of your appearance be the motivation that propels you into 2020.

Crossroads

Life is filled with decisions.  Everyday whether we realize it or not, we make choices.  Sometimes we make choices without thinking, which is why we don’t realize this in the first place, but let me remind you that you’re at a crossroad here.  Which direction will you move forward in?

Route 20    Route 18

You

If you chose Route 20, you’ve decided to continue with your current training routine.  You were honest with yourself, and you didn’t like what you saw, but you’re deciding to do something about it.  Within the near future you’re going to adjust your weight training routine by adding another day and turning up the intensity.  In six months you will go in front of the Judge (you) for another observation/revelation.  You will continue doing this until you’re satisfied with what you see, and then you will maintain.  Welcome to the future!

If you chose to vere right onto Route 18, turn off at the next exit.  Make a left, drive over the bridge and merge back onto the road you were just traveling on.  One minute up the road on the right is the Route 20 exit.  Go that way.


Have a Wonderful Day!

Good Omen Opens Wormhole

chimecrossPut all the horror movies aside.  Try not to think about films like the Exorcist or Omen, or newer ones like the Conjuring.  Think in terms of everyday living and how a symbol could provide us with meaning and guidance, and perhaps, some necessary reassurance that puts us in the right place at the right time.

Part of our future path includes all the signs and symbols that apply to us personally.  As human beings living busy lives we might not consider how are lives are intertwined with culture, literature, and epic stories that survive through time.  You very well could be a hero, or maybe your life portrays a shocking resemblance to a biblical character, and all of a sudden, things begin to change.

And away we go!

Right now we’re about waist-deep and we’ve learned the upside down cross is the Cross of Saint Peter.  Saint Peter was one of Jesus’s Apostles, who was jailed by Nero in Rome.  From a Biblical standpoint, the the upside down cross symbolizes humility, grace, and peace.  According to St. Peter, the future world is one that will be destroyed by fire.

Metaphysically, it represents the penetrating power of the intellect.  Symbolically, it represents power, protection, authority, strength, courage, chievelry, and knighthood.

Alchemically, it represents purification.


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If you notice, in the picture the upside down cross is really a wind chime.

According to Googles Online Dictionary a chime is a bell or metal bar or a tube, typically one

  1. of a set tuned to produce a melodious series of ringing sounds when struck.
verb
  1. 1.
    (of a bell or clock) make melodious ringing sounds, typically to indicate the time.
    “the clock chimed eight”

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    A crown of thorns on the tree?

Career; Separation and Hate

6/15/20019


 

What’s up everyone?  How ya’ll doing?  If you’ve been keeping up with my blog here then you probably read “Show Quote; Scene Making Sense,” and I hope life hasn’t hit you with a spinning heel kick to the balls like it has me.

Yup things were going great.  I was on my way to work, I had a few days left before break, and all of a sudden, BAM!  I was rear ended.  A spinning heel kick to the balls and a big steaming shit right in my mouth.  That’s how it goes.  I am okay.  I will fight to keep my head above water, and I’ll fight to win because life shows us no mercy.


 

Moving forward, there’s been a lot of talk about careers.   There’s also been a lot of hating going on, and I really don’t like using the word ‘hating’ in situations involving work, and I made a promise to not give anymore attention to negativity so I’m briefly going to talk about careers while gingerly intertwining hate into the conversation.

Career path/Future Path

When discussing your future or your future path there’s a focus on the individual level.  Individuality is something I really stress because I love the fact that we’re all different.  It’s fascinating to me.  Nothing is more interesting than watching a professional at work; a master of his/her craft.

I watched the college wrestling finals because I wanted to see the two top wrestlers (in each weight class) in the Nation, compete, and it was like watching art in motion.  There is a future in the cards for the world, but your future will be your world as it applies to you, and this includes all the symbolism and clues that go along with it.  The future path, which includes your career path, is about individuality, self-realization, maturity, and self-awareness.

Your career path is your method of getting paid, which ultimately sets you apart.  There’s a separation between those who can, and those who can’t, and those who do, and those who don’t.  Separation causes hate.

A position with ABC Company required a high school diploma.  100 people applied.  Everyone was happy.  A position with ABC Company then required a Bachelor’s Degree.  40 people applied.  There were 60 haters who weren’t qualified.  A position with ABC Company then required a Master’s Degree.  15 people applied.  There were 85 unqualified haters.

ABC Company is very successful.  They want the most qualified candidates, and more importantly, they want people who want a career within their company.  A position with ABC Company requires a Master’s Degree, and a clean background check.  10 people applied.  There were 85 unqualified haters, and 5 haters who were qualified criminals.

1 person got the job.  There were 9 jealous people.

The following week, the person who got the job put his new suit on and drove to ABC Company.  On his way into the office building he was faced with an angry mob of protestors.  They had signs and chanted, “no work, no money.”  Some of them were even throwing rocks and bottles at him and the ABC Building.

He passed the security guard, who ignored him, and headed to the elevator.  The elevator guy threw an evil look in his direction before pressing the button to the floor he was going to.  He greeted the woman sweeping the floor, but she just gave him a fake smile.  The two secretaries gave him the middle finger when his back was turned, and the guys washing his office windows were cursing at him, but he couldn’t hear them because they were outside.

He worked at ABC Company for a year.  As soon as his boss got his Master’s Degree, he fired him.


 

LOL Have A Wonderful Night

 

Excuse me, What Isle is Love In?

So I went to CVS to drop something off that I eventually had to go back for, and eventually,  I did.  On my way out, I was walking through the isles, and I noticed there was a woman working there stocking the shelves.  She was a fine woman.

She was bending over stocking the lower shelves.  Then she stood up to stock the upper shelves.  The she bent over again.  I was entranced, looking at her as I was walking out of the store.

When I got to the corner, I realized oh shit!  I left the store without paying for the water I was now drinking.  I said oh let me run back there and pay for it, and I’ll get to see the woman again as well.

I went back and she was now on the register.  I apologized and paid for the water.  You know, kind of being flirty a little.  I smiled, and she smiled back, then I left to go to the gym. I was in a rush.

While I was at the gym I was thinking about her bending over and obviously I had to go back there again to pick something up I dropped off earlier.

When I walked into the store for the third time, Bobby Caldwell was playing on the store radio.  “I came back to let you know, I gotta thing for you, etc.”  That’s before my time, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect!

I’m like man if this ain’t synchronicity at its finest, I don’t know what is.  So I played along.  The woman was stocking the shelves again so I casually walked into the next isle  across from where she was, and I pretended to be browsing the shelf directly opposite of her.  The song was still playing, and I was humming it trying to set the mood and get her to notice me.

I thought maybe she would see me in the other isle looking at her across the shelf, and laugh, maybe connecting the music the fact that I was just in there flirting with her and now I was back again???

Ahhh.  She didn’t get it.  Whatever, I guess I was the only one feeling it.  I don’t know.

Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo, or the Fifth of May is a Spanish celebration in remembrance of the Mexican’s Army victory over the French Empire.

The Battle of Puebla occurred on May 5th, 1862.  Mexico’s victory was surprising, and naturally provided a major boost in moral for the Mexican Army.  The French were better armed, more prepared, and outnumbered Mexican forces, but Mexico was inspired under President Benito Juarez. 

They not only slowed the French army, but they forced it to retreat, regroup, and Napoleon III had no other choice but to send additional manpower to site.  On May 9th, 1862, President Juarez declared Cinco de Mayo a national holiday.

Unfortunately, by the 17th of May, the French Army made a full recovery and were  victorious in their second attempt at the Second Battle of Puebla.  Eventually, the Capital fell and the French pushed on to Mexico City forcing Juarez’s Government into exile.

Either way, we’ll celebrate the day.  Happy Cinco de Mayo! 


Thank You

Photo by Ricardo Esquivel from Pexels

Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2 – I wanted to let my readers know that this short story is turning into a long one, and I think I’m just going to let it lead the way and see where it takes me.  Below is just a summary of Chapter 12, and I’m going to conclude here.  Thank you.



Chapter Twelve

     Of course Gary was getting very upset when Maureen was explaining her situation with Guy.  Fortunately, Gary was really understanding because he knew certain powers and influences were just beyond their control.  The fact that Maureen claims she was paralyzed during the incident, well, it is possible.

     Their conversation takes a slight turn as Maureen starts to shift a little blame on CCU for using their relationship, and more importantly, marriage, as a trap for catching evil time travelers.  She claims if their relationship hadn’t been used in such a way than maybe her and Guy would’ve never crossed paths.  Good point.

Either way, their vacation is coming to an end, and Gary will now take his position at Area 31, CCU headquarters.

Thank you for reading along.

 

Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2


Chapter Eleven 

Wow.  Holy shit!  What the fuck is going on around here.  First, I’m in a fight with God over something that was given to me, then, I was robbed, and now you’re telling me you think you’re pregnant.

-Gary

     With Bright in Siberia Gary was now the man in charge, but before returning to Area 31, Gary used the two weeks given to him from General Reddi to relocate his family.  Maureen loved Peters Town, she was definitely a little sentimental about leaving it behind, but she didn’t have much of a choice.  The genious planning work of General Reddi and Commander Bright played out exactly the way they both expected.  Baxter returned for his scale, and yeah, Guy came back for his.

     Since General Randall Reddi was going to brief Gary when he returned, Maureen thought it would be better if Gary heard directly from her about the situation with Guy.  Maureen, however, was obviously saving that talk for the end of their two weeks together.

Moving didn’t take long at all, which was one of the major perks that came with the job.  It was a relocation, and a relocation meant up and out.  There were no moving trucks and no workers wrapping up fragile items.  Maureen and Gary returned to their Peters Town home to gather their children, their pets, and their valuables.  From there, it was straight to the new home.

The new home was fully furnished and carefully selected for work related issues.  Also, they had children in school so that was taken into consideration as well.  It had to be in a location that was safe and private, but close enough for the children to get back and forth from school within a reasonable amount of time.  Their neighbors were ordinary, they had regular jobs, and of course, both sides were unaware of the craziness going on in the middle next door.  From Gary and Maureen’s perspective that was funny part.  Thinking about their neighbors, regular people working regular jobs and carrying on daily while people were walking in and out of time portals.  Can you imagine coming home from work and turning on the television news program, or how about the weather report?  In Maureen’s home a normal weather report was sunny and warm unless God came down from heaven.  Those are the little things they laughed at together.

Within the first week they were completely settled in their new home and acquainted with their neighbors.  They spent the remainder of the time relaxing and playing with their children who definitely needed some attention at this point.  As the week came to a close, Gary and Maureen went out for a special dinner.  They were alone without the kids.

The meal was fantastic, and they clinked glasses in a toast to celebrate their new home and new beginnings.  On the ride back to the house Maureen grew nervous.  She wanted to make love to Gary so bad, But she hadn’t since Guy came around.

She knew she had to tell Gary what happened, and it was overwhelming her now that the time arrived.  The vacation was over, and reality was coming on so strong it was diluting the alcohol she drank during dinner.  She turned to look at Gary while he was driving, and he briefly glanced back at her taking his eyes off the road.  They smiled at each other and kissed, which made Maureen a little more uncomfortable.

“Thank you for this amazing evening,” said Maureen with fragile voice.

“You’re welcome, we needed it,” Gary replied.  “You looked beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” Maureen said.  “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about Gary.”

“What’s on your mind Maureen,” Gary wondered with concern.

Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2


Chapter Ten

     Gary used to spend his Saturdays at Forget About It.  The Forget About It was a local town bar, one of those bars you could go to on any night and see about twenty people you went to high school with twenty years ago.  Gary had a little routine going.  He would show up around seven or eight o’clockish and have himself a cold beer.  The bartender would slide him the remote controller down the length of the bar, and Gary would flip through the channels until he found the evening’s main sporting event on the large wall-hung flat screen.

     When he finished his beer, dinner was served with a tall glass of either iced tea or ice water with a splash of lemon.  Gary loved the food at the bar, but he usually stuck with the basic double cheeseburger, crispy curly fries, and maybe an appetizer.  No rush.  The night was young.  After dinner, Gary got it going again with a shot of whiskey followed by another cold beer, and this was about the time when the night could go into one of two directions.  Either he would leave the bar with some friends if someone had somewhere better to go, or if nothing special came up, he’d just stay and continue drinking.  Maybe he would shoot a few games of pool or something.

     On that particular evening, right around the time when he was finishing his second beer, Maureen came walking in passing by Gary unnoticed and finding a secluded seat in the back corner booth.  Maureen took her coat off and made herself comfortable.  She was in love with Gary, she could sit there and watch him all night giggling to herself at the way he cheered and celebrated for his favorite teams playing on the television.  It was going to be a special evening because Maureen had plans.  Gary was half way done with his beer when the bartender poured him another shot of whiskey.

     “What’s this for,” Gary asked.

     “I don’t know, it’s from that lady in the back,” replied the bartender.

     Gary turned around and scanned the dark bar, but it didn’t take long to notice the gorgeous woman waving to him.  Gary smiled, and there they were .  Two lovers giggling at each other from opposite ends of the bar.  Gary nodded his head in a gesture of appreciation as he lifted his glass and took down the whiskey.

     “Well, it looks like I’m staying local tonight,” Gary said jokingly to the bartender.

     They both laughed, and Gary ordered two more beers before getting up off his bar stool and making his way to the booth.

     “Thank you for the whiskey,” said Gary.

     “You’re welcome,” answered Maureen.

     They hit it off immediately, and it wasn’t long before other patrons were looking in their direction.  With a fun upbeat conversation, their booth was brimming with laughter, they were the main attraction.  Neither were tired, and the good times continued well into the early morning hours.  There were times when they just stared into each other’s eyes, they were the perfect remedy for each other, and Maureen made Gary feel good again.

     Eventually she broke the news about what she did for a living, and slowly she revealed a little more about her responsibilities and how she was helping.  She offered Gary a job, not that evening of course, and the rest was history.  Maureen’s hunch about Gary was correct.  She did love him, her feelings were accurate, and just think, there was always the possibility of brushing Gary off as an assignment.