Everyday I live I try to improve my Mind, I am just passing it on. Check out what I have learned from Lifehack.
You are young and in school, you meet mr right, your heart tells you so. Things get hot and heavy, bam you are pregnant, you marry him all is well and good, it’s the logical thing to do. Baby is thriving well, it’s time to go go back to school. One Day you tell him of your intentions of going back to School. His male dominance surfaces, I would prefer if you stayed home he utters. I will always be here to provide for the family. Magnanimous gesture for sure, nonetheless finishing your education is as tangible as an insurance policy. Matter of fact more so if his testicles leads him from you. I have been married for thirty seven years, never once unfaithful, had many opportunities though I stayed the course. Whenever one of my friends got busted in their extra curricular activities, all I hear from her is, Men are Dogs.
I say to myself, not necessarily so they just think with their Testicles. A childhood friend of mine with a beautiful loving wife, taught that he was too much for one woman. He had a woman in just about every State, he was away from Home more than a Traveling Salesman. The grief he caused this Woman, also a friend of mine made me despised him, her mother cared for me like a son. I had no choice but to distance myself from him. I hope you are following my drift. Not all men is led by their Joystick. I stayed true to my wife and have no regrets for not being a Dog. There are so many contingencies why he may not be there for the long haul other than being unfaithful, it is of the utmost for you to be able to provide for yourself if the day comes. Not only that but two Incomes takes the Stress out of paying the Bills and living largely . Also the Days of the Wife staying Home and making Babies is long gone. Another friend of mine had a good marriage and a nice family, his wife however was an overbearing woman who taught her job was to mold him into the perfect Husband, always correcting and criticizing. One day he packed an overnight bag, telling her that he was working on a project that had to get done. No one have ever seen him again, nothing in this life is guaranteed.
Early in my Marriage I once told my wife that she was driving me crazy. Her response, it’s a wife’s job, to some Men that’s reason to run. No one knows what the future holds for us, that’s why you need to cushion yourself for whatever life throws at you. Janice was sixteen years old when she hooked up with an older Man with plenty of money, by twenty she had three children for him. He told her there was no need to finish her education and no need to further her ambition of becoming a nurse, because he made enough money and would always be there. Ten years later he was convicted of murder never to walk the streets again. She was now twenty six with three children to feed, no education and no skills entering the workforce for the first time. All that I am saying is, don’t get caught up in the Honey Trap when everything is so sweet and cushy that you are unable to be objective and pragmatic about the rest of your Life. Don’t forget that Momma may have, Pops may have, Husband may have, Boyfriend may have but God bless the Girl that’s got her own. I once knew a Man who was married for twenty five years, he told me that he had fifty thousand dollars that his wife knew nothing about. I asked him why, he responded that it was his runaway Money if the day comes.
Anyone can wake up with their Running Shoes on a Sunday morning. Like No Doubt puts it, you came up with the Breeze ( running out on a Relationship) without a warning. Life is filled with uncertainties especially in Relationships, don’t put all your Eggs in one Basket, sleep with one Eye open. You might not get a restful Night’s sleep but there will be no surprises. Many Men are intimidated by a Professional Women or an independent one. The Old Days were Brutal, when I was fourteen I lived next door to a Man who didn’t allow his Wife to spend Money. She was a Seamstress with good Skills, every Penny she made was handed over to him, whatever the Household needed he did all the spending. This Scenario parallels a Woman doing the same Job as a Man and getting paid less for doing a better Job, As you can see History repeating itself. I was only fourteen but I knew that there was something Deathly wrong with this situation, it was like a Scenario extracted from Oliver Twist, mean and Dominating. Worse of all he had four Daughters who were getting a bad Education of what a Relationship should be. One of the Daughters married the Man who had a Woman in every State, how Paradoxical Life can be. Life is like reaching in a Grab Bag, you never know what you are going to get, and that is your reason for being self supporting.
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.
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.
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.