Life, Motivation, Safe Driving

The Other Guy

Roadside Grave

People don’t take my Safe Driving Blogs seriously, you know why? everyone is smitten by Complacency. Everyone is satisfied with their skill level even when it’s poor. Can you imagine a Surgeon or a Pilot with the same mindset. An Alcoholic could be laying on the Ground, yet you can’t tell him that there is a Problem, same with Bad Drivers, they live on a Wing and a Prayer. So the rest of us inherit the job of always looking out for them. I would rather speak on any other subject but It always come back home to safe Driving. The reason for that is I live in Tampa where there is an Epidemic of bad Drivers. The Statestics for three years ago is seven Million reported accidents, Fatalities are astronomical. While thinking about how insignificant life is to these People, my Mind reflected back to  Christmas  Eve 2007. We were working for Maui Corporation, the Company showed their appreciation by giving us a Christmas Party with Raffles, good Food Dancing and Festivities. We were having a good time, then in a flash the party was over, tragedy came by way of a Phone call. One of my Coworkers a young Husband and Father, got the very worst News. His Wife who was on her Way to the Christmas Party to show off the Baby ran off the Road and hit a Tree. The Infant and Mother were Ejected from the Vehicle, she didn’t Survive, the Lord looked out for the Baby. Do you still wonder why I picked such a hard Topic such as Safe Driving to always be Bellowing about. The Bad Accidents that I have seen is enough to scare me straight. What I am trying to do do is Graft my Driving Nightmares into you, So that every time you get behind the wheel you act as I do, Safety first always.

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Every time I get behind the Wheel, two things my Driving Instructor told me resonates in my Mind. Drive like you are the only one out there that knows what you are doing, free your Mind of all distractions including your childlike behaviors. I always check my Mirrors, I listen to the Motor for any sounds other than the Lifters ticking like a Timex, also the very first Squeeking from the Brakes, they gets replaced. When I shift from park the tug should be no more than a tap on the Shoulders, more than that You should have your Brakes and Transmission checked. That is the difference between a Vehicle Operator, a Driver and a Motorist. A Motorist knows the Vehicle’s Limitations. A Trucker will only call you a Driver if you put in long Hours behind the Wheel and Exercise the utmost of safety in handling of the Vehicle.

A Motorist goes one step further, he has respect for his Vehicle and the Lives around him, he operates his Vehicle safely every time he is behind the Wheel, no Deviation. Whether he is going to the Corner Store or Cross Country, Safety is always first and Foremost. August 2019 I used a couple of my Vacation Days to take a Road Trip from Florida to South Carolina. Remember what I said about Complacency, it is Written in the Stone composition of the Median Walls up and down I-95. I saw People who struggled with a fifteen minutes commute out there driving the same way they Drove back and forth to Work, in a mindless Trance doing 100MPH, or better. The Old Adage give them a Yard must have been written for Speed Limits. If it says forty five, sixty is the norm, so what about seventy.

I travel at Trucker’s speed no more than ten to twelve MPH Over the speed limit. Yet inexperienced young Drivers and old Fools were blowing my Doors off like I was standing still. At 100MPH if a Mishap occurs there are few counter measures that can save your Life before you hit that Median Wall, where  Complacency and recklessness lands  you. The same Complacency that you never try to improve since the first Day you Drove without an Instructor in the Passenger Seat. If the DMV Employee who passed you had secretly placed a Dash cam in the Vehicle for twenty four Hours to see how you actually Drove, a Drivers License would never have be issued to you. The only reason he issued one to you is, for that half an Hour he observed you during the Road Test, you exhibited the basic skills necessary for the operation of a Vehicle.

Noticed the word Operation, that makes you a Vehicle Operator, not a Driver. It takes years of safe operation of a Vehicle before you become a Driver and many years of Contentious Safe Driving before you are considered a Motorist. So why does the majority of Operators think that they are Racecar Drivers until they drive themselves smack into that Median, the same one that Complacency never showed them. Or do 120 to catch up to me, then sit in my Blind Spot until I change Lanes unwittingly that you are there, and we both Roll and burst in Flames. I have been Driving for over fifty years and had one Roll over, a Commercial Truck that I intentionally Rolled to save Lives. On my way to Deliver Building Materials to a Construction Jobsite at the top of a ninety Degree hill climb, the Truck made it to the top grudgingly. On the way back down the first time I applied the Brakes I realized that this was going to be a Ride from Hell. The Truck was equipped with Air Brakes that wasn’t working.

As soon as I realized that the Compressor wasn’t working I started pumping the Brakes frantically, to no avail.  I then dug deep into my bag of Skills, first I hit a Medium Sized Tree to slow me down, that didn’t work, I took the Tree from its Roots and kept going. I knew that I had to stop the Truck before I made it to the foot of the Hill where a busy Intersection awaits. I deliberately slammed into the high Dirt Mound to further slow the Vehicle down, it worked. Approaching the Intersection the Brakes had further deteriorated from no Air being supplied to the Tank. My last and only resort from causing Calamities at the Intersection was to crash through a Fence into someone’s Yard and Flip the Truck. It came to a stop on it’s side ten feet from the House, a ten years old Child watched it all from the Window that the Truck was heading for. This is why I write Blogs about safe Driving, to let you know that even Dale Earnhardt can run into situations behind the Wheel That can and will take your Life. Knowing that, why would I ever in fifty years of Driving in all kinds of Weather treat my Driving Skills with Complacency. Every time I get behind the Wheel is a new opportunity to sharpen my Driving Skills and not to act like an eighteen years old spoiled rotten Kid. If there is only one thing that I have Learned in sixty seven years of living is, with Complacency there is no Motivation to Excel.

Two years out of High School my second Job was working in the Mailroom of US Plywood Corporate Office. Back then USP was a Major Conglomerate, it was one of those Companies where you could start in the Mailroom and work your way to the Top. It was there that I met Charlie, he left an Impression on me for the rest of my Life. He stayed in the same Job in the Mailroom for twenty five years, that’s Complacency. To be that way with Driving not wanting to be good enough to save Lives is Negligent. Knowing that your Number one Objective when Driving is to always be looking out for the other Guy. Not you becoming the Other Guy. About a Month ago on the Main Strip to my House I noticed about ten Police Vehicles, also First Responders including the Ambulance that was in no Hurry to depart. I Video Recorded the Scene, it Captured an Adult Tricycle totally Mangled, in a 45 MPH Zone. Six months Earlier fifty feet further a Woman was ran over And Killed. Like Pac said can you see me now, that’s not what Driving is about, showing me that you are Chic burning up the Blacktop. My Car does 170 easy, two weeks ago I ran the Engine up to 89 MPH going over one of Florida’s long Bridges for the first time in four years of Ownership. Using the same Bridge to go Home Eleven at Night 100 is done every other fifty Cars, at least one an Hour, I call them Bridge Jumpers, if a Tire blows while he is passing me, my Wife gets the Phone call. Now you see me now you don’t, that is the childlike mentality I deal with daily, oftentimes the outcomes are Catastrophic. This is why you need to be good out there, being able to save Lives, even yours. Always watching out for the Other Guy, don’t become the Other Guy.

Life, Motivation

Reading Is Fundamental

In the fourth Grade I wrote my first Essay titled what I did on my Summer Vacation. It was an absolute disaster chock full of incomplete Sentences. The most memorable one was a Sentence telling how one of my Uncles gave me money. It read he me Money, when I read it to the Class they broke out in a Thunderous laugh when I got to the part that read he me Money. For the longest time my Classmates called me he me Money. That was my Motivation to learn to Read and write. Whenever something was taught in Class that I didn’t fully grasp, I would go Home and study it until I fully understood it. Pretty much the way an Actor studied his Lines. From then on I was never frustrated with learning. It was that early in life that I learned that if you applied yourself you can do anything.

In High School I was comfortable enough with my Reading Skills that I added English Literature to my Curriculum. Though I struggled with Shakespeare and Dickens I didn’t drop the Course. Taking that Class was one of the high points in my Life I learned many reading Skills including how to Exercise my Figurative Mind. The greatest reading skill I acquired was to figure out what the Author isn’t saying, but allowing you to figure it out. My Teacher picked on me daily to explain what the Author isn’t saying. At first I taught the question to be silly, you would think that what is written is so. Then I remembered Einstein’s Words ” The Intuitive Mind is a Sacred Gift and the Rational Mind is a Faithful Servant, we have created a Society that Honors the Servant and forgotten the Gift. Figuring out unspoken Words is a Gift, because the World takes things at Face Value and so creates People with Sheepish Mentality. “Blind Belief in Authority is the Greatest Enemy of Truth” ( Albert Einstein). Just about everything that has been written have been taken out of Context. Personally I do not write in innuendos I leave nothing to the Imagination, that is how things become misconstrued. Anyway we are not talking about Writing the subject is Reading, this is the Motivation for this Blog. Mother was Big on Education, I believe that she was twelve or thirteen when her Parents took her out of School.

Her Parents had twelve Children and needed her help Nursemaiding them. Even though she couldn’t refuse her Parents request for help raising their indiscretions, she knew that Reading was Fundamental. Over the years she Educated herself by teaching herself to Read. She started with the Hardest Book written, The Bible, if you can Comprehend Whereforth Whence and Cometh, If you can Comprehend that a Man can Sin seventy seven times seven and still be Forgiven you have it licked, Shakespeare can’t touch the Bible, even though the Language parallels. Many years ago I noticed Highway Signs with letters and Symbols telling what you would find at the next Exit. I was totally puzzled why would you write Food, then next to it you would put a Plate and utensils. Then I learned that the Symbols were for People who didn’t read English, or Read period.

My Mother was Born 1916, back then Reading wasn’t fundamental, hard work was. However she knew that in the twentieth Century Education meant Progress, I believe that during my Party Days if I had told her that I was dropping out of High School she would have thrown me out of her House.

Looking back on her Life I understand why I am one of the greatest DIY Person ever. Like her teaching herself to Read,  I Thought myself through Reading how to fix anything from an Automobile to a Computer and everything in between, Washer and Dryer including, I can Gut a House and install everything new, Electrical, Plumbing, Furnace and Water Heater including. All that from reading just about everything written on how to fix it yourself, all because I remember one of my Teacher telling us that you should never stop Learning even when you are finished with School. The reason she gave was that your Brain turned to Mush when not Nourished. Einstein puts it best” Wisdom is not the Product of Schooling, but the Lifelong attempt to Acuire it”.

My latest Project is Teaching myself to Write,  reading  Books on how to write Blogs was Fundamental for me, I also read the Greatest Book written about Parenting. Parenting through Love and Logic, it changed my way of thinking about Parenting. Love and Logic teaches that if you had a Child like I was, you either allowed them to burn themselves out, then coming full Circle with Consequences, or allowing them to come full Circle with themselves and their Potential all on their own. That was my Platform for Blogging about Parenting. Now you know why Reading is Fundamental for me, there is nothing like discovering things. So why is People of the Twenty First Century so Video Prone and anti Reading. Yet more Words from Albert, ” I fear the Day that Technology will surpass our Human Interaction. The World will have a Generation of Idiots”. Reading is something that exercises my Figurative Mind and stretching my Imagination like Elastic. I am sure that Einstein would have done a better Job getting the Point across how Fundamental Reading is.

It takes me to the time of The Emperor Menalik, the Travels of Hanibal, to Paphos the place where Aphrodite was born, and as far back as the Paleozoic Era and the survival of the largest Extinction in the History of the World. Why would I not choose Reading over a Video or Video Game, there is no Comparison. There is a Price to pay for everything, Technology changed the Medical Field forever and a Functional People to a Society of Android Babies. Occasionally one should put down the Android and pick up a Book. Those who read my Blogs knows that I like to keep it short and to the point, I don’t like to waste Pages on much ado about nothing.

I taught this Blog was finished then I remembered two Women with  opposite Mentality. 2017 while working in the Resort Industry I met a Woman from Mexico working in Housekeeping . she was in her late forties living and working in the U.S. for over thirty years, yet she never took the time to go to Night School and learned to Read, neither Spanish nor English. I was Livid that someone could live in the Twenty First Century and was Illiterate, even in her own Language. Two years later I met Jane, an Educated Venezuelaian who came to this country because she couldn’t find work in her Country. When we met she explained that her English was keeping her back so she was working and going to School to learn English. I explained to her that I took Spanish in High School for four years. We agreed to sharpen both our handling of the two Languages, I would speak to her in Spanish and she would speak to me in English so we would correct each others Grammar. The difference in both Women was that one was Complacent with her Illiteracy and the other was Educated but wanted to Learn more to better herself. My Hat is  off to the latter. In conclusion I would like to Reiterate, a Mind is a terrible thing to waste. Last Words belong to Einstein ” The Measure of Intelligence is the ability to change”.

Life, Motivation

Life on the Line

There are four kinds of People in this World, People who make things happen, People who wonder what just happened here, People who wonder how did they do it and People who just don’t give a Rat’s. It’s good to know that there are People who make things happen, around you. Not Blowing Smoke, I have been that way since twelve or thirteen. Playing in the Schoolyard one of my Classmates fell and Slammed his Wrist on a Broken piece of Glass. The Wrist was severed, hanging on a Tendon. Most Twelve years old seeing someone Bleeding Out Screams and Panic. I took off my Belt and made a Turniquet, I tightened and release  till the Ambulance came, they told me that I had saved the Kid’s Life and his Arm. I have always been impressed by Ordinary People performing Extraordinary Acts, knowing exactly what needs to be done at the right Moment, many times saving Lives. The Shierff Deputy on duty at Majorie Stoneman High School heard Shooting going on in the School. Yet he made no effort to enter the Building. When the Shooting stopped, seventeen Students were Dead. Four kinds of People in the World.

Thirty years later while working on a Construction Site in Erie P.A. , we were doing Interior Demolition. The Building was an Abandoned. U.S. Steel Foundry. Working in Construction, Safety was always my number one Priority. I was properly outfitted in a Safety Harness and tied off on Rafters, my Coworker was a Macho Man, who felt that he didn’t need one. There was a Wall twenty feet high thirty feet long and one foot Thick. It was this Wall he chose to walk, after walking for fifteen feet, the wall started  squeeking. As soon as I heard the first squeek, I was on the Wall, dragging him to safety. There were People working below in the Room of Steel. My actions alerted them to run. After the last Man was out the Wall Collapsed. Can you imagine the sound a 100 Million Ton slab of Metal falling on to a Matal Floor. Back on the Landing where I pulled my Coworker to safety, I checked my Safety Harness to notice a Rip in one of the Straps, one broken Strap is very Dangerous, Thank you Lord.

Fifty five years later I was still doing it. When my Mother had Stubbed her Big Toe and Broke it in a Nursing Home, the so called Skilled Care Personnel did not check her out properly. Her Leg was Xrayed but not her Foot, That was an incompetent Blunder. As a result of that Blunder, a week later I noticed in all her Pain, in the Foot, was the result of a Broken Toe, now several Toes were turning green. I superseded the Staff and Called the Ambulance, one thing that I have noticed during my work Life, Foolish People always developed an Attitude when you are showing them how to do something the right way. From having three Toes infected with Gangrene, the leg had to be removed above the knee. In another Day or two nothing could have been done. I was Negligible by trusting the so called Skilled Care Staffing and not taking matters in my own Hands, by taking her to the Hospital and have a Cat Scan done, my Bad. She was in a skilled Care Facility stupid me trusted them. I have always had the Highest Respect for People who put thei’r Life on the Line. The Brave Soldier making the Ultimate Sacrifice, the People who Serve and Protect, the E.M.T knowing the Exact amount of a Drug needed to bring you out of a Seizure, and not enough to leave you rendered Intubated, where your Organs are too Dilated to do their Jobs. If the Ventilator Breath’s for you for longer than three Days, coming off it Successfully  is Rare. But these are the Decisions made Daily, People that makes things Happen.

As the Song goes, “I feel Safe in New York City”. Well I feel Safe with the People around me who knows when to Act. My Wife worked for twenty five years in the Emergency Room at the V.A. Hospital, I jokingly told her that if I had that Job, I would be an Alcoholic. Many of her Coworkers and Friends did not Live to be her Age, the Stresses were Great. Last Saturday was an Extraordinary Day for me. I went to my Friend’s House for a day of Head butting about the Ills of The World and Society, as we always do when we meet. Earlier in the Day I was checking some Artificial Crab Meat to use for Bait. It has been sitting in the Refrigerator for Months, I smelled it to find no Odors, I licked it for Tart, there was none. Regardless, Bait is all that was to become of that. If I ate less than one Ounce of that Crab Meat I would not be here writing this.

As the saying goes ” let your Food become your Medicine before your Medicine becomes your Food. Living to be sixty seven have left me Privileged to many Sayings, many of them are words to live by. I don’t believe that I was at my Friend’s House for more than ninety Minutes, when I became Violently Ill, licking that Crab Meat had sent a Bacteria swimming in my Blood, it was trying to Kill me, I had Ptomaine Poisoning. Thinking that I wanted to Puke I stood up and wobbly walked five feet away from the Patio Furniture. All of a sudden an Electrifying Effect ran through my Brain, the Bacteria had reached my Brain, I was Blacking Out. On the way down Head first to the well laid Brick Walkway under me, I thought to myself, this is it you are Dying. Before my Knees hit the Pavement, Trevor had jumped into Action, he put me in a Bear Hug and laid me down comfortably on the Ground, all the time trying to Access my Conditions and keep me Focused. Lucky me Trev was once a Lifeguard.

Once I was on the Ground it was Good Night. My Brain was still Fighting to come Back, I was in a Place where there were nothing but Dark Gray Clouds, if that’s not Dying then how Far. Other than Trev shouting at me don’t close your Eyes, I knew for myself that the only way to get away from the Dark Clouds were to open my Eyes and Gaze on the 🌞. Ten Seconds later I was coming out of the Electrical Storm in my Brain, as I slowly Focused my World was upside down, I thought about closing my Eyes again for Comfort. Trevor’s Voice was loud and Instructive, ” Don’t Close your Eyes. Three minutes later I was able to open my Eyes without the Roller Coaster Effect. Once he realized that I was somewhat Focused, he went to work asking me all the Questions asked by an E.M.T. Personnel trying to find Cause and Effect, all the time Prodding me for him to call 911. I refused the 911 Call because I felt myself coming back Gradually. All during this Debacle he Hung with me Engaging me in Conversation making sure that I didn’t Regress. He Nursed me back to being Functional, he provided lots of Liquids Rollaids and Air Conditioning, all the time Prodding me, should he call. Once we moved inside he made a Bed for me on the Sofa, knowing that I needed Rest from that Ordeal, did I mention making things Happen. You can guess that  Life was no longer on the Line, when I Cracked to him that the A.C was so Cold that this is how they Preserved Bodies. Sunday I had to work for a couple of Hours, the Songs that Played in my Head, were ” if you’re going under I’ll be your Oxygen and How Wonderful Life is when you’re in the World, thanks Dirty Heads, Elton and thank you Trev. We walk not only by Sight but also by Faith.

P.S Lord! keep on proving yourself to me.

P.P.S. From the Outcomes I am here Today to tell you! Live each Day as if it were  your last! Live, Love,Laugh and Give God thanks for the Gift of Life, and for each Day that we are given.

Final Post Script

Why do I get the Feeling that I should be Living my Life closer to God.

Life, Motivation

Moby Dick

 

CHASING MOBY

 



Most eight year old Boys are only interested in playing with their toys and their Dog. Not me when I was eight I was a mother’s worst nightmare. Once my mother was cooking, she walked away from the kitchen for two minutes, that was all the time I needed to create a catastrophe. Inquisitive me had to know what was cooking in the boiling hot Pot, pulling it down on myself causing third degree burn to the entire lower half of my body. At eight I was into everything that spelled danger. Several months earlier while walking the Beach I met a man called Lefty, the way he came by his name is nothing short of a horror movie.



Lefty was an avid Fisherman who preferred big Game fishing. One day while fishing in sixty feet depths a Marlin grab the bait connected to 100lb test line, lefty and I must have been born under the same Zodiac sign, the monster fish snapped the pole and took off still on the Hook. Lefty was of my same Heart, he refused to cut the line and live to fight another day. He wrapped the hundred pounds test around his arm just below the elbow. Well now you know how he got his name, the line cut straight through the bone like a Saw.

 

At eight I was an avid Fisherman lefty had taught me all I needed to know how to catch fish using only a hook and line the same way he lost his arm. It was danger in the make for a child like me, thank God I could never cast my line beyond the Shores. One day while I was fishing the Shore, Lefty’s  Boat rolled ashore dragging the ocean floor, the reason why the Boat was dragging is that Lefty had caught a four hundred pounds Marlin. He threw me the morning line that almost killed me trying to secure the Boat, screaming for help from the top of my lungs.

 



Help soon arrived to get the monster fish out of the Boat. When it landed on the beach with my clothes all wet from going out to get the rope to tie the Boat, I could not tell if I had peed myself with excitement. This was Baby’s big day out, as soon as that fish hit the Sand lefty was all over it with his Machete cutting sixty pound stakes. Whoever was there took home a sixty pound marlin steak. As if I didn’t work hard enough securing the Boat, now I had to get this slab of fish home all sixty pounds of me. I had no intention of abandoning the spoils that I had worked so hard for, I dragged it through the Sand and dirt the entire hundred yards home. I guess it was that early on that Mother knew that I was happening guy, that was afraid of nothing and probably would die early from adventurism. 

 

 

Luckily enough the following years didn’t  kill me so today I live three miles from the Gulf of Mexico. Coincident? I’m here looking for my Moby. Living in Florida is a Dream that should have happened thirty Years ago, but as they say nothing happens before its time. One Day while sitting by the Banks with my Line in the Water, not really trying to catch anything. I was just clearing my thoughts while Gazing across the Mighty Gulf of Mexico. A Man walked past where I was sitting, he asked me if I caught anything. I told him that I wasn’t trying to catch anything, I told him that I was in Despair because I would like to start writing but my Computer was Broken. His response was what did you do before you had a Computer, I told him that I have been Writing Drafts on a Notepad for many Years,His response, so what is the Problem. From that Day on my biggest Motivation in Life is to spend my Retirement Years searching for my Moby Dick and writing Blogs. The Little time that that we are given to chase our Dreams whatever they be, is too short and elusive. I knew a Man who was a Gifted Artist, his works hangs on my Walls along with Great Masters. Yet the only ones sold was to me, he had one setback and he gave up on his Dreams. We should not spend all of our time chasing Money, even though making a lot of money is all some of us Dreams about. In the end Money is only a thing, your Dreams will always be a part of you.

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Anyone who knows Kyrzayda Rodriguez the famous fashion blogger who died right after announcing she had Stage 4 stomach #Cancer. These were her words on her last days on earth. May Her Soul Rest In Peace.

“I have a brand new car parked outside that can’t do anything for me, I have all kinds of designers clothes, shoes and bags that can’t do anything for me, I have money in my account that can’t do anything for me, I have a big well furnished house that can’t do anything for me.

Look, I’m lying here in a twin size hospital bed; I can take a plane any day of the week if I like but that can’t do anything for me…

So do not let anyone make u feel bad for the things you don’t have – but the things u have,  be happy with those; if you have a roof over your head who cares what kind of furnitures is in it… the most  important thing in life is LOVE.

Lastly, make sure you enjoy the ones you love”.

See in life anything you have, material things, possessions, riches, fame? Can’t do anything for you once you leave this earth.

Let God be the reason of our existence.