Heroes
Friday, 25. January 2008, 08:05:37
I look back on my life and smile...there are things which I selectively choose to forget but overall it has been a great journey of enlightenment.
I look back to my baseball injury and think it was well. It allowed me to go through this life in a position of normalcy. I enjoyed playing ball simply for me. I can boast of having hit 1.000 against one of baseball's greats Al Downing the great New York Yankee pichers. Ok it was back when he played for Trenton and I fought off a high outside strike that went into short right field. Today I like to say it was a solid smash into right field, but some know better.
I took the field in softball for my company a few years ago and made a diving short hop double play. When the CEO of my company called me into his office to talk about my catch I was thrilled to learn that people in my office of a company, 3rd largest privately owned company in their field in the US, were proudly talking about one of their oldest employees acting like a kid. All I know is that people see me as a senior citizen but when I take to the baseball field something happens to me, kind of like a super hero. I become a kid again.
Be all that as it may I am old enough to realize that there are times that God gives us te freewill choice of staying here or going home. Once when talking to a commercial airlines friend of mine I mentioned something that got me a lecture of me being one of those people like the rest of them that take flying too much for granted. He asked me if I knew what a landing was. Then proceeded to explain to me that a landing was no more than a controlled crash. Boy did that open my eyes to reality.
So when a person over 40 has an operation, even a minor operation it should never be taken for granted. At sometime during that operation God is going to ask if we are ready to come home. All of my prayers for someone having an operation is with the knowledge that they, my prayers, are selfish. It is my asking that God will convince the person that they still have things to do and people that need them right here.
This morning I went to church and prayed with the pastor for an internet friend who was having an operation. I prayed that the friend would not yet have become tired of their suffering and choose to go home.
I don't know that I would have an easy time accepting if they choose to leave just now when so many are in need of her kindness. She is not perfect and she is not without fault. She is just a person that is so loved by all that come into contact with her. That makes her a special person living on the face of this earth. She brings forth love and understanding. She has been a great influence on so many. I know that the families of some great people of this world both past and present do not see a family member as the world see them. This makes them no less heroes to many.
This person is a hero to me. She is the first "Internet" person I have ever met that is as of today on my heroes list. So I will be re-posting a poem I did years ago praising my life heroes. I will repost it to include my newest hero. There is nothing for her to live up to for it has all been done..
Even 5 years ago I would have never mentioned God in any public writing but as the years go on, I do not care to leave God out of all I do and say. I have friends that love God and friends that doubt God but for me I know only what I know. Sometimes without thought or by being tired or what ever else I say things that leave the door wide open for criticism, but that's the nature of man to disagree and doubt and speculate. It is called being human.
This blog is not subject for any criticism or doubt...it is a statement from me to any that want to read by their free will given by and of God. I proudly say that I pray that God will now and in my future let my hero outlive me. I say it and pray with all the selfishness I have within me.
Recent occurrences have kept me from wanting to mention my hero here by name but in my repost her "Internet" name will be proudly displayed.
I look back to my baseball injury and think it was well. It allowed me to go through this life in a position of normalcy. I enjoyed playing ball simply for me. I can boast of having hit 1.000 against one of baseball's greats Al Downing the great New York Yankee pichers. Ok it was back when he played for Trenton and I fought off a high outside strike that went into short right field. Today I like to say it was a solid smash into right field, but some know better.
I took the field in softball for my company a few years ago and made a diving short hop double play. When the CEO of my company called me into his office to talk about my catch I was thrilled to learn that people in my office of a company, 3rd largest privately owned company in their field in the US, were proudly talking about one of their oldest employees acting like a kid. All I know is that people see me as a senior citizen but when I take to the baseball field something happens to me, kind of like a super hero. I become a kid again.
Be all that as it may I am old enough to realize that there are times that God gives us te freewill choice of staying here or going home. Once when talking to a commercial airlines friend of mine I mentioned something that got me a lecture of me being one of those people like the rest of them that take flying too much for granted. He asked me if I knew what a landing was. Then proceeded to explain to me that a landing was no more than a controlled crash. Boy did that open my eyes to reality.
So when a person over 40 has an operation, even a minor operation it should never be taken for granted. At sometime during that operation God is going to ask if we are ready to come home. All of my prayers for someone having an operation is with the knowledge that they, my prayers, are selfish. It is my asking that God will convince the person that they still have things to do and people that need them right here.
This morning I went to church and prayed with the pastor for an internet friend who was having an operation. I prayed that the friend would not yet have become tired of their suffering and choose to go home.
I don't know that I would have an easy time accepting if they choose to leave just now when so many are in need of her kindness. She is not perfect and she is not without fault. She is just a person that is so loved by all that come into contact with her. That makes her a special person living on the face of this earth. She brings forth love and understanding. She has been a great influence on so many. I know that the families of some great people of this world both past and present do not see a family member as the world see them. This makes them no less heroes to many.
This person is a hero to me. She is the first "Internet" person I have ever met that is as of today on my heroes list. So I will be re-posting a poem I did years ago praising my life heroes. I will repost it to include my newest hero. There is nothing for her to live up to for it has all been done..
Even 5 years ago I would have never mentioned God in any public writing but as the years go on, I do not care to leave God out of all I do and say. I have friends that love God and friends that doubt God but for me I know only what I know. Sometimes without thought or by being tired or what ever else I say things that leave the door wide open for criticism, but that's the nature of man to disagree and doubt and speculate. It is called being human.
This blog is not subject for any criticism or doubt...it is a statement from me to any that want to read by their free will given by and of God. I proudly say that I pray that God will now and in my future let my hero outlive me. I say it and pray with all the selfishness I have within me.
Recent occurrences have kept me from wanting to mention my hero here by name but in my repost her "Internet" name will be proudly displayed.
WIDGETIZE
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Christy # 25. January 2008, 08:25
What a wonderful tribute.
Cois # 25. January 2008, 08:41
BulletProofMonk # 25. January 2008, 12:52
Valius # 25. January 2008, 13:32
You do not remember what I had you read when we became friends...we are friends for life...and yes I have not talked to you on purpose because I saw you having a difficult time.
You can not if you wanted to end my friendship for you...I know you don't want to but I say it this way to emphasize how I am once a friend always a friend...The courts of the land can tell me to leave someone alone but they can not end my friendship for a person.
I only have a few friends because I am a life long friend and it comes from spiritual perception. Our souls are friends.
I sometimes don't talk to my brother for 10 years at a time but he is the same with me and I with him when we do talk!
I have no time perception...this is something of this world I can never learn.
BulletProofMonk # 25. January 2008, 13:36
Valius # 25. January 2008, 13:48
BulletProofMonk # 25. January 2008, 14:48
Valius # 25. January 2008, 14:50
BulletProofMonk # 25. January 2008, 15:01
Valius # 25. January 2008, 15:05
BulletProofMonk # 25. January 2008, 17:22
Dark One # 30. January 2008, 16:49
Valius # 30. January 2008, 17:10
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 10:23
Valius # 2. February 2008, 15:39
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 15:40
Valius # 2. February 2008, 16:05
I had such a good day yesterday that it wore me out. I found out a friend is getting a new computer and will be on line now able to save things and do things that their Wii couldn't do. That was exciting to me. It's not even mine and I was like a kid in a candy store with excitement.
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 16:07
Valius # 2. February 2008, 16:14
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 16:22
Valius # 2. February 2008, 16:30
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 16:33
Valius # 2. February 2008, 16:42
I think once and a while they show my son on ESPN still even though it was back in 1996 - 1998. If you ever see his name is Scott Robinson! Can't miss him...he makes the other guys look like children!
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 16:42
oh it was lovely the poetry in the letters beautiful i shall have to find a clip of it .
Valius # 2. February 2008, 16:48
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 16:53
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 17:05
WANT NO OBCENITY IN THIS WEBSITE ITS A CLEAN CUT SITE OK .ALL MEMBERS SHOULD BE AWARE OF THIS AND THIS WILL BE PRESENTED IN THE SIGN UP .
we shall prevail and get there ok .
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:08
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 17:09
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:09
All my kids did well because I put 10% into they would never have to work hard like me. I did great money wise but worked hard physical work for every penny. I had my own restaurants and worked sometimes Friday until Tuesday with no sleep. I had my own Limousine company with 35 cars and 8 stretches and sometimes drove myself even while sleeping.
I worked long hard hours all my life. My reward was my kids. I used to wash my parents cars for them and then wound up washing my kids cars for them. I think I mixed something up!
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 17:11
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:11
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:13
lol I put 10% instead of 100% Ok so you just get a hot foot instead of a real foot wash!
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 17:14
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:15
still making ladies swoon
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:17
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:17
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 17:19
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:30
btw I just told Toga that your country telephone code is (27) and you are 7 hours ahead of us...Cocoa's country code is (44) and they are 5 hours ahead of us. And we still are not going to give the UK a vote for our president!!! Take that!
hum·ble (h¾m“b…l) adj. hum·bler, hum·blest. 1. Marked by meekness or modesty in behavior, attitude, or spirit; not arrogant or prideful. 2. Showing deferential or submissive respect: a humble apology. 3. Low in rank, quality, or station; unpretentious or lowly: a humble cottage. --hum·ble tr.v. hum·bled, hum·bling, hum·bles. 1. To curtail or destroy the pride of; humiliate. 2. To cause to be meek or modest in spirit. 3. To give a lower condition or station to; abase.
Yes That's me Honest! I'm just a grown up kid!
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:35
thanks for the breakdown of 'humble' Val:sherlock:
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:42
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:44
Valius # 2. February 2008, 17:52
I called it off...I should go out and buy a cane and send her a picture now so she could say Whew...Thank God...lol
She had picked our wedding song..."Flying Without Wings" by the Westwoods
It was actually a hard decision for me but I know I did the right thing. We used to talk by phone every night for an hour or two and then get on the web and talk all night...Her time is 17 hours ahead of mine so all day for her. She had even convinced me it was ok for her to earn the family money since she was doing well as a professional jockey with her own plane. But i cared enough to think about how it might be for her if I got old and she was still young! Well I;m not old yet even though it's almost 10 years later...Think it's too late to call and tell her I changed my mind? lol
Dark One # 2. February 2008, 17:54
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 19:24
Valius # 2. February 2008, 20:01
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 20:10
I'm so alone, my love without you
You're part of everything I do
When you come back, and you're beside me
These are the words I'll say to you
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
I thought of all the things I'd say to you
When you come back to me someday
When you are here and we're together
With all my heart you'll hear me say
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
There are so many lonely people
Why must they ever be apart
I hope someday you'll be together
Singing these words with all your heart
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
(Welcome home)
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 20:12
Valius # 2. February 2008, 20:38
my heart had wept
long after you left
my heart weeps again
now that you're back
my eyes have grown blank with despair
i can barely recognise you aged face
your swarthy skin battered by the northern winds
raddled by age, advanced by solitude
jaded.
bilious
baked by foreign suns to senescence
though you went in search of propitious opportunities
you sacrificed me for greener pastures
i do not complain, though
for the strong winds have
blown you back home
welcome, stranger
BulletProofMonk # 2. February 2008, 20:48