Blown Away

Back in ’87 or ’88, I remember going to the State Fair, and someone absconded with my automobile, now that, was somewhat traumatic. We walked up to this empty space in the middle of this huge parking lot, and the wife sez …. “Where’s the car?” and I point to the empty hole (that at one time had contained my automobile that I just owed four more payments on) and I said … “Right there.”

Then she says … “There isn’t anything there Don.” That was one of those …. My barn having burned down I can clearly now see the moon kind of life moments … I guess you had to be there to understand.

So many questions in today’s world, and not enough time.

Hopefully, this will be a letter perfect day for me, which I have to be totally candid about, are far and few between.  Things seldom work out the way you have them planned. I had always thought upon my retirement that I would buy a motorhome and go to California, live on a river in the gold bearing areas of the state, and during the daylight and summer hours, dredge the bottom of some river or creek bed for gold.

The San Joaquin, Tuolumne Rivers would work, in the foothills of the Sierra’s. In the cool of the afternoon, we might find me sitting around thinking about profitable gold dredging techniques and untold riches stored in a Once A Day Vitamin jar.

No cell phone, pager, Email, just me an the miss’es, that old dog, a big fuel sucking Motorhome with “Driving Miss Lazy” lettered on the back and lots of chrome. Every testosterone loving sons’ American Dream.

It just naturally appealed to me, the adventure factor being there, the life and the time available to do what it is that you wanted to do. Thoughts of the Golden State of California, exciting, interesting things to do, and where to do it. Unfortunately, things did not work out, and it is just a careless fantasy now, but it was at one time, a surefire-bonafied for real dream.

Which in reality is a real bummer, because once you lose your dreams, well, there just isn’t much left.


Keep Choppin ….

Another Day At The Office

Another Day At The Office

You can make a difference in someone’s life.  Each and every day, when you come into your office, that special place in your home, that little nook and cranny, that is all yours.

When you sit down in your chair, boot up the computer and listen to it whirr, collect your thoughts and then start writing.

You are giving birth to a special thought, an idea, something that could possibly change another person’s life, halfway around the world.  As you compose your thoughts and then transfer them to that empty page, you are forming and shaping someone’s spirit and touching their heart here and abroad.

Last week in the span of 6 days, this blog had 737 first time visitors.  That figures out to about 123 a day, which I suppose, is a pretty decent count for a blog.

Most of the time I hear nothing, comments are far and few between here lately.  But I did get one email over the weekend and I thought I might share it with you.  It read:

Hey Don,

Just got to read your posts for today.  We had bad news in our family today.  Shortly after two of my daughters and their kids and my girlfriend and some of her grandkids had finished one of our weekend family breakfasts, a highway patrolman pulled up in front of our house to tell my youngest daughter that her husband had been in a single car accident and had been killed.  He leaves behind her and a 13 year old son and 6 year old daughter.  What a shock.  How appropriate you wrote missing lil brother today.  It has and will continue to make it a little easier.

I feel so sorry for her, but especially her young kids.  They are good kids and it is hard to see their suffering.  Anyway, I’m on vacation for a couple of weeks, so maybe i can make things a little easier.  Like you say, not a lot you can say or do.  But, we will all get through.

Take care, Man.

Time: Saturday July 19, 2008 at 10:24 pm IP Address:  Sent by an unverified visitor to your site.

Often, more than I like to admit to, there is nothing here for me in the morning, but dead air and a lot of empty page.  On some days, I face “The Death Valley of Pages” believe me.  But every now and then, I hit a resonating chord with someone, I reach out and touch a heart, make a difference in someone’s life, and that is what makes it all worthwhile for me.

As Dr. Phil is fond of saying, “What are you getting out of all this?”

I get my payday when what it is that I do helps someone, that is what is in this for me.  So I will sit down and write someone today, write something that will lift up a heart, will reach out across the miles, and touch someone’s spirit.  And it may or may not find the way to that person, but I am gonna try.  Don’t sell yourself short, don’t sit there and buy into the lie that it is all just frivolous and a total waste of time, because it isn’t.

What you are doing, believe it or not.  Is very important, it is not just bloggin.

Love: Christian The Lion