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.

 

Life

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Welcome to my life, a while ago I had the notion of developing a website about safe Driving. When my website Designer got back to me with a name that he suggested,  without knowing my plans for the site, it knocked me for a loop. That’s how Savingkidssouls.com was born. The Website was lost because of faulty Domain Registration. The name of the website sent me scrambling to the Dashboard to produce ten Blogs in five days to meet the deadline for the website to be launched. Can you imagine posting Blogs about safe Driving with a name like that. I did some soul searching and came up with the format of Parenting, Relationships and life. The three topics surrounding my own life, before I wrote my first post I did a little research on what makes good Blogs. I was told that the number one sin, was writing blogs about yourself. Nonetheless I proceeded to write about my experiences in life. Why shouldn’t I, the Life that I have lived is an Extraordinary one, I have met some Extraordinary People such as John Gutfreund ( the King of Wall Street). I met another Man in Texas who was worth five Hundred Million Dollars and as unpretentious as a Priest. I have also met Ordinary People such as Hugo Selenski, who was Convicted of Killing four or more People, Burned and Buried them in his Backyard. Hugo and I would sit and talk about Horses for Hours, woke up one Morning and he was on the News.

 

 

 

 One hundred and fifty blogs later the site was blessed with half a million visitors, one million visits and five thousand comments all positive one critical calling me an attention grabber. The objective of the website was to enrich other people’s lives with the positive side of life that I have experienced,  and to lead others away from the negative side of life. Three Websites later you have adixon7611.com doing it all by myself is tedious work, Our fundamental Thoughts are fortified with Age and Experience= Lifehack I love criticism it inspires change for the good. I Do not feed into Negativity, I totally believe one can Shed their Skin, the Bible says so. 

 

On the Positive side, in my old Hometown of North East Pennsylvania where Racial divide is as wide as The Susquehanna River Banks, a young Black Kid riding his mediocre Bicycle noticed his nine years old, neighbor who happens to be White being Abducted. As any good neighbors and good Citizens should act, he chased the abductor’s car. With wings of Angels he rode his Bicycle following the car for miles with such Tenacity the Car was apprehended and the Abductor Arrested. The poor child knew that she was in danger, she kissed embraced and thanked her Rescuer. I am a watcher of Life and people, I see monumental Gains in small Deeds. I am quite sure that a bond was made for Life. These are messages that tells me when my Faith is shaken, that it can’t be Broken.

 

 So there you have it I can write about anything in my Life and you will find it interesting, you may not agree but you will see the merits in what I write. I wasted my youth, I grew up in the seventies where Sex, Drugs and 🎸 Rock and Roll was the driving force. The Artists of the fifties, Sixties Seventies and beyond will never know the Damage done by using their Lyrics to promote Deviant Lifestyles. For instance a Song by Taj Mahal Nobody’s Business But My Own. The Lyrics goes “ Cocaine don’t make me crazy, Reefer don’t make me Lazy, you can drink all the Liquor in Costa Rica. Look at the Characters that Cheech and Chong portrayed. I still can’t believe that I survived my Turbulent Teens.  The only good thing that came out of my High School experience was adding English Literature to my Curriculum. 

 

The People I Partied with called me Lame for sitting in a Classroom discussing Shakespeare, and Tolstoy (“ Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but essential for right thinking”)  Even though I never went on to Higher Learning I never stopped enriching my Mind, I made it my Job to learn something new everyday. So here I am Semi Retired living out my Life with a Bang in Paradise, writing Blogs to Read to my fellow Residents in the Nursing Home, when I get there. And so to you who are on the way, I cannot Emphasize with stronger Force “ Make Hay while the 🌞 Shines”. The Portal for living is brief and Elusive.

 

P.S. accentuate the Positive

Eliminate the Negative that’s the story of Love.

 

Being a free thinker allow us to make objective choices and decision in our lives.

 

And being able to exercise them

 

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Life, Parenting And Relationships

Stray Cats

Looking out the window into my Backyard I see a regular Visitor, my Neighbor’s Cat. This Cat is a Pure Bred pampered Pet, yet every opportunity he gets he scours the Neighbourhood, and that is what motivated me writing this Blog about how some Children are just like my Neighbor’s Cat. Their Parents give Birth to them and that is the extent of their obligations. They give no supervision and are allowed to run wild, just like stray Cats. When I lived in the Hood called Bronx U.S.A. forty five years ago, it was a learning Experience about Raising Children. They say you only live once, well I have been around the Block and I don’t like what I have seen. I didn’t have to leave my Building, six Stories tall to see a thirteen years old Girl running the Building into the Ground, breaking the Elevator defacing the Walls and being chased by Boys all Day long up and down the Stairs.

I can’t remember ever  seeing her going to School, her Mother did not intercede, she was too busy making more Babies. From the Litter of stray Cats she called her Children , it Appears that Mother has been busy as early as sixteen years old. That’s why the thirteen years old Daughter is the way she is, she is practicing to be  just like Mom. Life on my Block is a Dismal cycle of Recipients, it seems that this is a Circle not to be Broken. Little Brother is only Ten but he is getting a good Education living in the Bowels of Life, watching the many Men he calls uncle showing up at the Door at any given Hour when a working Man Toils. Having to vacate the Apartment so frequently so Momma can Entertain his Uncles. Hanging around the Block he is Learning how the Streets work and how to work the Streets. Now he moves up to more fertile Grounds, the Shopping Malls are easy Pickings.

Working the Parking Lot checking every Vehicle for open Doors is very profitable. Almost fifteen and he can support himself, who needs Mom and all the Uncles. Trading off stuff removed from un-locked Cars for Plastic Baggies will make him Rich before his first day in High School. Anyway who needs School, his Sister apparently don’t which is good enough for him. Besides he can Read the writings that he puts on the many Walls. He is now attracting the attention of the Gang Bangers who control the Block. They are teaching him how to Drive the Cars taken from Lots in the wee Hours of Sunday Mornings. Occasionally he visits Teddy in the Cemetery, Ted was part of the Click who stole Cars and Raced them through City Streets at speeds over 100, only Fifteen.

Teddy Died in a Fiery Crash, playing Tag at 100 M.P.H. five A.M Sunday Morning, did I mention Supervision. In many of my Blogs I am repetitive of the fact that having Children should be a life changing Experience. But then I ask myself how can you tell me how to cook when you can’t Boil an Egg, it is what it is, you were Dragged up so how can you Raise a Child to be a good Citizen who is a Contribution to Society and not a Burden. All stray Cats do is wallow in filth and Garbage and make Babies that they are incapable of Nurturing. I believe that the Bible mentioned Children having Children, the Outcome is Catastrophic. Working in the Justice System I see them everyday, the area where the Folders of Juveniles Delinquents are stored measures ten thousand square feet, on Shelves five feet tall.

There is a War on Drugs but no War on Ignorance and Illiteracy. There is no other explanations for People living in the Bowels of Life, other than the inheritance of Ignorance. The Apple don’t fall far from the Tree. I grew up in the Bronx no One can tell me about Hood Life, when I was seventeen I saw a Mother Pitted her two Children eight and ten years old in a fierce fight. They were both advanced Karate Students, the Girl ten years old was instructed to Discipline her Brother for Disobeying the Mother. The Boy fought his Heart out but he was no Match for the Brown Belt. The only thing she didn’t do was to Kick his Brain out of the Cranium. How is that for creating Hatered among Siblings. That’s another Bronx Tale for you, an unfit Psycho raising two future problems for Society.

It’s no wonder I find it so easy to write Blogs about Parenting, been there done that and seen that. Another horrible experience of Parenting, while sitting at the Kitchen Table having a conversation with a childhood friend, her six years old Son sat next to her. After numerous attempts to get her attention, totally frustrated he hauled off and slapped her Face Red. I wonder if that was from watching his Dad, anyway she lost it, she slapped his Head so many times it was like playing Tennis with two Rackets. That’s not how it’s done, she made no attempt to find the Root Cause and to Cure the Aberration of hitting Women. It was like Cats in the cradle all over again, I wanna be just like you Dad. These Eyes have seen so many bad examples of poor Parenting and Delinquencies that I am Compelled to Recount them.

I have said it over and again, Parenting is the most Difficult Job in the World, if you are not up to the Task you shouldn’t have Children. I was an Abominable Child but my Mother never gave up on me. She was Resolute about not Raising Stray Cats. This problem isn’t Isolated to the U.S in Venezuela they have twelve year old Hitmen, Crime is Rampant Children loose their Lives Daily in Gang Warfare, where are the Parents. I am a Music Buff I listen to all kinds of Music even Rap. A young Mind is like a Sponge, Rap Music has done it’s best to Personify Hood Life, yet there are Merits. Pac said it Best ” Brenda is having a Baby, the Girl can barely spell her Name”. All I can say about this Abomination is, Hail Mary.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Deviants

What is it about the Human Animal that makes him so volnuable to Deviations. I started noticing this Flaw in myself at fourteen years old. My Mother was one of the most devoted Christians that I have Known, naturally her values were Embedded in her Children. Yet here I am fourteen years old, sitting in the School Yard smoking Marijuana with my twelve years old Buddy, both of us Deviants and Juvenile Delinquents. He attended Catholic School, he told me Stories of Molestation I dread to Believe. Nonetheless I would be a hypocrite to deny that they never occurred. Months earlier a Teacher tried to Molest me, that episode left him just about blind in one Eye.

While he was incapacitated I found a Steak Knife in my Hand, I put down the Knife and spared his Life. That’s how easy it is to make the wrong decisions.  And you wonder what is a twelve and fourteen years old doing Smoking Weed in a School Yard. I would say trying to calm their nerves, watching the World around them turn to Gomorrah. Will someone explain to me why self Gratification is more important than your Reputation, your Career or your Life. I once knew a Man who told me that he Hung a Man in a Public Park for Raping his Sister. I bet the Rapist didn’t see that coming. Thirty years later the Media is Bulging with People coming Forward with Stories of Molestation and Abuse. The Abusers Rank from Bishops, to  a Big Ten Football Coach, Famous Actors to a Billionaire who Hung himself to avoid Justice.

Yet many people have Doubts about these accusations, it’s only a delusional Mind that makes up stories like that. The average Victim never comes forward, I never told my Mother or anyone else. This very moment as I am watching the local News, a young Mother is Arrested barely twenty. She was charged with assault on her six Months old Child who suffered inflicted wounds to the Brain. To call her a Deviant is a Compliment. Back to my original question what is wrong with the Human animal. Other Species Kill without warning anything approaching their infants, we Murder ours. Two years ago another young Mother is Arrested for slamming her four years old against a Wall, stuffing his lifeless Body in a big Black Bag like Garbage. The Boy’s Body was found dumped in a nearby Park.

When I hear Stories like these they rips at the fibers of my Christian teachings that no Man is beyond Redemption. My Mother preached it to me by telling me that there is good in everyone. Not being cynical let me tell you there is also bad in everyone, how we deal with our shortcomings define’s us. I know that Mental Illness is rampant but so also Is bad Judgement and Dimwitted Logic that Justice is Blind. Forget about being apprehended, what of moral decency towards your fellow Man, so many Lives ruined and lost to your selfish gratification and Rage. Growing up I was a rotten Kid but as Adulthood approached I knew I had to change my ways otherwise I would have to pay the consequences. Now that’s a word that a lot of people are not familiar with or thinking that they are above Retribution.

Please don’t think  you ever have a point to Prove, once a young Man with staunch Convictions of wrong and right, got in a struggle with a Lawbraker, a Gun goes off. Now he is on the Run. Life is Scarry so you better look at it with a Weighing Mind, it’s like Quicksand. You need to take each Step always calculating. OJ and Arron Hernandez didn’t calculate the Consequences, you can’t go about life doing whatever you want without facing consequences. A lot of us are the way we are because our Parents were scared to do their Jobs as Parents, so we ended up spoiled rotten and think that we literally can get away with Murder. As far as I am concerned all that Deviant behavior comes from stupidity thinking that they are smarter than the average Idiot, smart enough to commit Murder and elude the Law.

Ok so you are not that bad as to commit Murder or steal and to commit fraud, but the list goes all the way to Molestation and Adultery. In all reality Deviant Behavior started very early in Childhood, a child that manipulates his Parents is a Deviant. I once worked for a Man who was a hardworking Businessman, a self made Millionaire and loving Family man. He had three Boys, the older two were world-class Citizens. The youngest, before he was eighteen he was Arrested for DUI, Drug possession and Gun possession. So you see you can’t always blame the Parents. When I was fourteen I was a Deviant, my first Day in High School all that changed. I didn’t want to be a Gangster anymore, I made up my mind that I didn’t want to spend one Day in Prison, I wanted to Learn and Grow.

Sure I continued to smoke a little Marijuana through High School but I didn’t sell any. I had Connections Drug Dealers would Kill to be hooked up with, one an Airline Employee who Traveled the World. When I was sixteen I introduced my Cousin to a Man. My Cousin started working for him, he became wealthy running Kilos through the I 95 corridor from Florida to New York. Along the way he caught five Bullets and did fifteen years in Prison, those were my Bullets and my Prison time. If I wasn’t smart enough to see my Future I would not be able to work in the County Justice System which I presently work. Anything beyond a Traffic Citation bars you from working in the Justice System. And you wonder what is the Motivation for writing this Blog. It’s about keeping your Nose Clean because Your past will one Day come back and  bite you on the Ass just like your Credit Score.

You think I am lying, just ask the Millionaire Celebrities sitting in Prison alongside the Billionaire Drug Lords who could not refuse the Offers that I turned Down. Finally to all you youngsters doing what I did at fourteen, There is a price to pay. When I got to High School I had such a bad case of Inertia from Smoking the finest Strains my Education was suffocating by what I was putting in my Lungs and Brain. My last year in High School I was introduced to English Literature but the Damage was done My Inertia was full Blown, going to College and studying Literary Science was up in Smoke. The study of English Literature have produced many of great Writers, I was too busy listening to Pink Floyd talking about being comfortable Numb and Bob Marley singing Songs about Sensimillia. As far as I am concerned Inertia is the worst side effect from Smoking Marijuana for a Student. Deviants are People who refuses do the right thing,  Deviation from the Norm, always thinking that they are getting over.

Life

The Little Man Inside

As I sat pondering if am I going to write anything today the inner person (your better Judgement, your Conscience) responded quickly, yes you are, you always have a Story to tell. Austin Powers had Minnie Me, I have Major Me. You’ve heard of the little Man inside you, the same one that makes you do stupid things that sometimes land you in Jail or even get you killed. Well guess what there is also a major Man inside that have made many People do Amazing things. I have always been amazed by Life’s Adventures and wonderment, and things that makes you scratch your Head with amazement,no matter how small. For instance, a young Man turning down a chance to play in the NFL, to be with his ailing Mother.

God Bless his Soul, my Brother- in Law. If ever I have seen an act of selflessness this is major. I have spent a weekend in his Home and I can tell you he is truly Blessed. Not playing for the NFL didn’t hold him back. I have been a People Watcher since I was four years old, that’s how I learned. One Saturday Night’s party at the House almost delivered me Dead to the Emergency Room. Watching the People sip on their Drinks, when they got up to Dance, I covered the Room and emptied every Glass. The Doctors were amazed that a four years old Body could survive what should kill an Adult. Over the years I have dodged the Bullet so many times that I have no choice but to be Reverent and Humble. Humility is an Awesome Experience, I first learned Humility at twenty seven.

While working for Solomon Brothers Brokerage Inc, standing in one of the Elevator Banks at One New York Plaza a Crowd gathered. I noticed that the center of attention was John Gutfreund, (King of Wall Street)CEO and Managing Director. All the Underlings were paying Homage, He smiled but said nothing to no one. The Elevator loaded, I allowed the Wigs to Board first. Last one in I was happy to turn my Back, giving them privacy. From the Group someone taps me on the Shoulder, I turned around and Mr Gutfreund said good morning young Man. I was Devastated with embarrassment that I didn’t say Good Morning first, but he was in the presences of other Directors. I didn’t think it was my place to Address the Managing Director. Does anyone see the Humility, he didn’t say Good Morning to any of the Directors, but he spoke to me. Jesus’s Disciples wanted to wash his Feet, He instead washed their’s.

The most Impressive thing about John was his Humility and Respect, despite receiving twelve Millionn Bonus above his Salary. I was further Humbled when he requested me, on the bottom rung of his Internal Security Department to Guard his Valuables, while his forty seven Million Apartment was being Renovated. There were Ming Dynasty figurine worth Millions all over the Place. As soon as I entered the Apartment I began inventory. My Job was to see that all the Contractors know that they were being watched. The Trust that he Bestowed on me was Humbling. From then on I was a changed Person who looked down on no one and thought myself to be above no one. Treat the Janitor with the same respect you give the President. I was further Humbled twenty one years later,  after leaving Solomon Brothers because they turned down my request to transfer to One World Center.

As I watched the Buildings Collapsed a Chill came over me when I thought to myself, I should have been in that Building. When they turned down my request for transferring into that Building, my Mother said to me, God Does everything for a Reason. Solomon lost nine Hundred Employees. I am always vigilant of Amazing occurrences. If they had not turned down my request, I had planned to Retire with the Company. I wouldn’t even touch that with the Man inside making the decision to quit, that was Devine Intervention. I once was Blind, that was my moment of clarity, coming full circle with my Life. 9/11 changed my life forever, before that fateful day I always wondered what was my purpose on this Earth.

Several years later while working in a Nursing Home I realized that my purpose was to give as much of myself to others till it hurts. I went out of my way to make their last Days on this Earth as pleasant and joyful as can be. I never knew that I had a voice until I filled the Hallways with Songs that brought them to their Doors.It was there I met this Woman, she was a Concert Pianist who was stricken with Dementia at the height of her Career, fifty years old.The colors of the Ivory and the Notes were shaded by the Scabbing of her Brain. She was non responsive and had to be fed. The Nursing staff treated her as if she was inanimate. From day one I started communicating with her, her Eyes were intent with mine, even though she never said a word. That never made me give up on her, she started warming up to me by following me with her Eyes whenever I entered her Room.

I told her jokes until I got her to first smile and eventually laughing out loud. It wasn’t long after that she was feeding herself and was back among the Living. God bless you Gladys for allowing me to give of you myself. I learned all about Dementia from Dealing with my Mother’s Dementia. I visited her seven days a week and communicated with her as if she was all there. She showered me with Praise and told me that I was the high point of her Day. Once again the little Man inside me was Humbled. Most people treats Dementia Patients as if their lights were on and nobody was Home. Even in Comatose Patients there is always that little Man in there. Sometimes if you reach far enough, you can bring them out of the Storm. When I was seventeen I used to hear enlightened People talking about finding yourself. I am proud to say my Life wasn’t an absolute waste, “

” I found myself along the way. I found out that Life is Bigger than you or I, that’s me in the Corner and I am not losing my Religion.

The Top Attorney in my Town said ” At my Age I believe I can say what I think”. Ditto.