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HEROES of HOPE…
I visited a high school friend this past weekend, and he asked me if I quit writing on my blog, (he seems to appreciate them, maybe the only one!), and I looked on this website and it’s been over a year since wrote a story! That’s terrible, I used to commit myself to writing at least one blog a month, and then a year goes by. Wow. I say this because a few things have gone this past year, which I think were important to me, a few stories I’ll share. For about 7-8 years, I have been associated with a non-profit organization, called Heroes of Hope. The purpose of…
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WORD…
“In the same way, the tongue is a small member and yet has great pretensions. Consider how a small fire can set a huge forest ablaze, the tongue is also a fire.” James 3: 5-6 When I read this scripture, it was so relative to the actions of today; it calls out today’s word of hatred, anger, hostility, and much, much more. I say this, not to anger any of those who read this, on any of my feelings, but to really think about words. Think about what they mean, what the intent about saying those words really mean, think about the soul that says these words. I’ll repeat a…
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, (and memories), DAD….
Two years ago, today, was my Dad’s last birthday; 84. Seems like yesterday. It’s funny, in the past when I read someone’s writing about one of their parents passing, I’ve always feel for them, but even more, now, because I HAVE experienced the passing of my Dad, and he pops into my thoughts so many times in the most inopportune occasions. It’s amazing. For those that didn’t know my Dad, and if you’re interested, I’m writing about some of the memories that are still fresh in my mind, from my younger years until present. I’m sure that there are so many people out there, where their Dad, or actually their…
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WHY RUSH TO GO *NOWHERE*…
This might sound a little funny to a bunch of people out there, (or those that don’t!), but I was going through my old-time luggage trunk. This is a trunk that was bought by my grandfather in 1917; over 100 years old! The story is, my Mom wanted to throw it out, because it was taking up space, and it’s not attractive, (and I’ll vouch for that), but my grandfather bought it, and had put a note inside of the trunk, stating that he, and his brother bought it. I said, quite definitely, “I’m taking it!”. No way was I going to let something like this, (in my mind, a…
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PERFECTION
Perfection; great word, only, what is it? Perfection by itself is being perfect. Seems simple, but I look at being perfect, as being the best you can be. In my opinion, how can you be better, than being the best that you can be, or provide? PERFECTION: n. The highest or most nearly perfect degree of a quality or trait. For all those times when I was an actor. all I did was audition. That’s what that business was about, audition, audition, and more auditioning. At some point, you actually started to enjoy it. I remember so many times when I did my “best”, meaning I did exactly what I…
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FATHER TIME… n. the personification of time as an older man
FATHER: n. a man who gives paternal care to others; PROTECTOR/PROVIDER “Dad”, “Pop”, “Pa”, “Daddy”, “Poppa”, the list goes on and on, but did we ever put serious thought into what I think is the most important name and function of our Fathers; PROTECTOR and PROVIDER. Think about that; protector and provider. To me, that’s the most important item in our childhood, to be a protector of a child, teenager, even adult. I’m not talking about one’s financial status, either. That always plays out, but being a physical protector, emotional protector, spiritual protector; that’s my dad. I can say nothing more, just “I would like to be Him”. He’s been such an…
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FIRE ON THE RIDGE; and cigars, and…
O.k., so you go up to Tulelake (Tulelake is on the border of California and Oregon) to go after ducks/geese (LOTS of hope), and you come back home with only one duck; and still say it was one of the most fun that you had out of the all of the trips that you had in Tulelake. Does this really make sense? Somehow, it does. Let’s start from the beginning. Without stopping, except for the gas stops, is around 12 hours. We left around 2:30, got there about 2:00. I hate to say this, but it doesn’t seem like it took that a mount of time. We slept around 3-31/2 hours, had some…
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ALWAYS KEEP ON, PUSH FORWARD….
I slept! Let me say THAT again, I slept! What a feeling that is, to actually wake up, and feel pretty good! Woop-to-do!! For what ever you’ve read, you’ll notice that I’ve been on these wonderful steroids for the inflamation from radiation for about 3 weeks now, another week to go as we taper down the dosages, but the side effect on this, you DON’T sleep. An hour or two, wake up my half-mind starts to race,( and for me, what does does THAT mean?), so you stay up, write, read, whatever; I guess if I think about it, maybe it’s really not SO bad! Sure makes an interesting day/night combo that…
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TIME FLIES BY….
Time moves by fast, doesn’t it? Look at this, end of Janurary, 2010, oooops, I mean 2011. Happened again. It is funny, how may times that happens to me. I’m always confusing time; I’m still wondering where the last 30 years have gone. Those 30 years must have been stored in the menengioma that was removed; which tumor, (the first or the second), I really don’t know. For those that might not know me, I moved to Los Angeles in May, 1981, right after college. OOOOps, did I just give my age away? Awwww, what the heck, doesn’t matter. So here it is, I’m 21-22 years old when I moved; to…
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How About Yes, Yes, Yes……
Last week of radiation…’hot damn does that feel good to say, again, Last Week of Radiation!! So now that I’ve said that, felt good saying it, now I can say that in some strange way, I’ll miss going up to UCLA everyday. Great situation that I’ve been in, getting treated by them. It’s always a yes, yes, yes place; meaning nothing gets shut down, it’s always go forward, take one more step kind of place. Really, though, who wouldn’t think like that. Life is full of surprises; we might think that we have our plan, the kind of life that makes sense on paper. Hey, guess what? It don’t work out…
