But I was wrong. Only in respect that my dad was just one of three.
My two older brothers share with their own unique contributions to my life.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I wish I had.
For most of my life I always thought that of all earthly men the one I admired, looked up to, respected the most was my dad.
But I was wrong. Only in respect that my dad was just one of three.
My two older brothers share with their own unique contributions to my life.
All three had qualities I wish I had or had more of.
But I was wrong. Only in respect that my dad was just one of three.
My two older brothers share with their own unique contributions to my life.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I witnessed a Miracle and the Miracle was me
August 16th 1964. This day will remain in my mind as vivid as if it was now. This was the day at the age of nine years old that changed me.
We had just returned home from my grandparents on my dads side. We had been picking rasberries or strawberries, not sure anymore on just which. It was after six p.m. when we arrived home. Still time left in the day to go an play. So off I went.
Now back then, the laying of under ground cable was new. The phone company stored some empty steel spools by the rairoad tracks. Thirteen to be exact. Twelve of them were secured to each other while the odd one on the end was not.
The railroad tracks were only four blocks away from our house. So it did not take me long to get there to see some other neighbor kids playing on them. I joined in on the fun of playing tag on the spools. We used the lone spool as a safety zone since we could roll it back an forth.
We had been playing for a short period of time when three other kids an myself were on the safety spool, and rolling it back to set of twelve to join back in the game.
With in seconds my life took a sharp turn. I fell off the spool, looking up to see the safety spool still rolling towards me. (SMACK).
Now this is were the miracle of Gods hands were placed on me. I for the grace of God was not knocked unconscious an proceded to go for my bike, only knowing I been hurt but not to what extent. Some of the other kids who were there stopped me. This is God being there again. A dad of two of the kids playing there just happen to drive by. They got me into his truck and he proceded to take me home. Once home my parents freaked. My dad and John the name of the man who brought me home, got into my parents car. My dad driving, John with me in the back seat.
Now arriving at Rice hospital we stopped at the desk. Instintly we were on our way to surgery. I remember going into the elevator to the basement. Next thing I knew I was awake counting some blurry fingers.
The miracle still continued. I had sixty stitches and my stay in the hospital was only six days.
At home my parents put my bed right outside their bedroom to better keep an eye on me. I already knew I was going to be ok.
I learned over the years just how bad I was and just how God was there with me.
I've been told that it took two doctors, two hours to pry my skull back into place. They said a fraction of an inch and I wouldn't be here writting this. My left eye was out of its socket down inside my cheek pocket. My nose was also broken.
So I became very aware of God at this time. I knew at age nine that it was because of God putting everything in place for me to be here today. When people wonder why bad things don't seem to bother me, or I have a good outlook on life. Well when You're that close to death and not dying is by a miracle of God, everyday is a blessing.
We had just returned home from my grandparents on my dads side. We had been picking rasberries or strawberries, not sure anymore on just which. It was after six p.m. when we arrived home. Still time left in the day to go an play. So off I went.
Now back then, the laying of under ground cable was new. The phone company stored some empty steel spools by the rairoad tracks. Thirteen to be exact. Twelve of them were secured to each other while the odd one on the end was not.
The railroad tracks were only four blocks away from our house. So it did not take me long to get there to see some other neighbor kids playing on them. I joined in on the fun of playing tag on the spools. We used the lone spool as a safety zone since we could roll it back an forth.
We had been playing for a short period of time when three other kids an myself were on the safety spool, and rolling it back to set of twelve to join back in the game.
With in seconds my life took a sharp turn. I fell off the spool, looking up to see the safety spool still rolling towards me. (SMACK).
Now this is were the miracle of Gods hands were placed on me. I for the grace of God was not knocked unconscious an proceded to go for my bike, only knowing I been hurt but not to what extent. Some of the other kids who were there stopped me. This is God being there again. A dad of two of the kids playing there just happen to drive by. They got me into his truck and he proceded to take me home. Once home my parents freaked. My dad and John the name of the man who brought me home, got into my parents car. My dad driving, John with me in the back seat.
Now arriving at Rice hospital we stopped at the desk. Instintly we were on our way to surgery. I remember going into the elevator to the basement. Next thing I knew I was awake counting some blurry fingers.
The miracle still continued. I had sixty stitches and my stay in the hospital was only six days.
At home my parents put my bed right outside their bedroom to better keep an eye on me. I already knew I was going to be ok.
I learned over the years just how bad I was and just how God was there with me.
I've been told that it took two doctors, two hours to pry my skull back into place. They said a fraction of an inch and I wouldn't be here writting this. My left eye was out of its socket down inside my cheek pocket. My nose was also broken.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Whatever!
It's five minutes after one in the afternoon. I'm watching some no thought required movie. Wondering what the heck I'm doing.
Seriously, what is my reason for existing or for that matter anybodies existence on this revolving piece of dirt and water?
This question contemplated by others I'm sure. But is it a question in need of an answer? If there is an answer. Would it be one to finally satisfy all those who inquire?
Whatever!
That's a word that one uses as if they don't care or wish not to acknowledge they maybe wrong. In reality do care. So life becomes one whatever after another.
So where am I going with this? Good question. To answer that we should look at your's, mine, our past and the road of right and wrong decisions we may have made along our lifes path.
Since the beginning of each of our lives is basically the same with each our own life experiences. I shell only relate to mine in the extent of knowing what I'm talking about.
I need not go as far back as to the night of cards and drinks with friends. The race of hundreds to conquer the lone damsel to ensure the existence of life as if it where in danger.
Highly though not likely is that scenario as to a more likely one of lustful horniness and the joining of loins.
Let's face it. The billions of offspring cells roaming this earth are a product of list. Either between two whom love each other, or that of strangers or not, who love lust.
A good place for another, whatever!
I'm going to stray here a bit.
I've this interest in history. I'm not sure though that it really interests me as much as the now, or the future interests me less.
Have you an interest? Do you go about this activity with no thought as to why you are compelled by it?
We walk around with ten's of thousands of thoughts daily. Not counting the abstract ones we have while we sleep. Do we ever stop to examine why a certain thought or thoughts catch us to dwell upon them.
For instance the thought of where is he going with this and what does this all mean?
To some, it means nothing as well it should. To others it means less.
I'm sure by now you're thinking, whatever!
That word! Just when you think it's a word you'll never use, there it is flowing off your tongue.
Fascinating.
Or maybe not.
Whatever!
Well lets get back to the past for which is the present topic of which our future owes its self to.
Is there anyone of us who can deny that there is some sort of spiritual force, matter or being, that plays a role, controls, confuses our life?
Whether one is religious, be they Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, etc.. Native American, Asian, South American, African, or some sort of cult. there is a spritual belief that encompasses them all.
We are born of the spirit. It is the essence of our life. We can deny it, not believe in it. Say anything that has a resemblance of God involved with it is as they say, man made rhetoric.
But ( whatever) our view, we can not hide from it, for it is of us. Belief or not.
Heaven or hell, good or bad, right or wrong, better or worse. The subconscious knowing the differences between these as well as there existence is our spirit. The spirit God put's in us at birth. Simultaneous with the creation of our soul.
I've lived my life always knowing an believing in the one God and Jesus as the Christ. But this is a learned belief. Right or wrong, good or evil and the ability to choose between the two, came from God through the presence of the spirit.
To full fill our purpose. To realize the reasons for that one cell out of hundreds was chosen to meet up with that one lone egg on that what was just another ordinary night. Would be sanctioned by God. When the spiritual blood line with God and Christ entered our bodies. Came at the time we breathed our first breath.
Seriously, what is my reason for existing or for that matter anybodies existence on this revolving piece of dirt and water?
This question contemplated by others I'm sure. But is it a question in need of an answer? If there is an answer. Would it be one to finally satisfy all those who inquire?
Whatever!
That's a word that one uses as if they don't care or wish not to acknowledge they maybe wrong. In reality do care. So life becomes one whatever after another.
So where am I going with this? Good question. To answer that we should look at your's, mine, our past and the road of right and wrong decisions we may have made along our lifes path.
Since the beginning of each of our lives is basically the same with each our own life experiences. I shell only relate to mine in the extent of knowing what I'm talking about.
I need not go as far back as to the night of cards and drinks with friends. The race of hundreds to conquer the lone damsel to ensure the existence of life as if it where in danger.
Highly though not likely is that scenario as to a more likely one of lustful horniness and the joining of loins.
Let's face it. The billions of offspring cells roaming this earth are a product of list. Either between two whom love each other, or that of strangers or not, who love lust.
A good place for another, whatever!
I'm going to stray here a bit.
I've this interest in history. I'm not sure though that it really interests me as much as the now, or the future interests me less.
Have you an interest? Do you go about this activity with no thought as to why you are compelled by it?
We walk around with ten's of thousands of thoughts daily. Not counting the abstract ones we have while we sleep. Do we ever stop to examine why a certain thought or thoughts catch us to dwell upon them.
For instance the thought of where is he going with this and what does this all mean?
To some, it means nothing as well it should. To others it means less.
I'm sure by now you're thinking, whatever!
That word! Just when you think it's a word you'll never use, there it is flowing off your tongue.
Fascinating.
Or maybe not.
Whatever!
Well lets get back to the past for which is the present topic of which our future owes its self to.
Is there anyone of us who can deny that there is some sort of spiritual force, matter or being, that plays a role, controls, confuses our life?
Whether one is religious, be they Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, etc.. Native American, Asian, South American, African, or some sort of cult. there is a spritual belief that encompasses them all.
We are born of the spirit. It is the essence of our life. We can deny it, not believe in it. Say anything that has a resemblance of God involved with it is as they say, man made rhetoric.
But ( whatever) our view, we can not hide from it, for it is of us. Belief or not.
Heaven or hell, good or bad, right or wrong, better or worse. The subconscious knowing the differences between these as well as there existence is our spirit. The spirit God put's in us at birth. Simultaneous with the creation of our soul.
I've lived my life always knowing an believing in the one God and Jesus as the Christ. But this is a learned belief. Right or wrong, good or evil and the ability to choose between the two, came from God through the presence of the spirit.
To full fill our purpose. To realize the reasons for that one cell out of hundreds was chosen to meet up with that one lone egg on that what was just another ordinary night. Would be sanctioned by God. When the spiritual blood line with God and Christ entered our bodies. Came at the time we breathed our first breath.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Dear old friend
When we met it seemed like love at first sight. We would go on walks, sing songs, sometimes just watching t.v. together. Life seemed great. Just you and I. Then over the years as I look back. My love for you became stronger and your love for me got to be less an less. Things changed, you seperated me from my family, friends, God. Things I enjoyed to do. It seemed you had to be in control. So now the last few years my love for you has seemed to fade. But you wouldn't leave. No matter how many times I showed you the door. I always took you back. Well now I've found someone new. Well I guess he found me. With God and helping hands pulling me out of this relationship with you. At times I'll think of you I'm sure. But I will not miss you. 2005
The Miracle of my wife
You took a stone and made it soft as a feather. You took a raging sea and with your voice made it still. You put out a prairie fire with just a drop of your tears. You give life to a dying heart with the breath of your love. Your voice is a song of comfort to a silenced bird. You are a flower with more strength then the montain crumbling down under it. You stand tall in the sun, beautiful. Angels envy you. The sun wishes it could shine as bright as you. The stars fall at your feet. The universe dwarfs to your compassion.
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