I dream about storms a lot. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of a dream, and there's an actual storm taking place. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of a dream, it's clear and calm, yet there's a storm taking place. The remaining sleep depends on one thing..... How close did the lifening bolts strike?
There are numerous results from an impending storm. Sometimes there's incredible destruction, and sometimes it passes by without any harm at all. There's a little drizzle, some thunder, and then the clouds break presenting the most beautiful rainbow. We all search for that rainbow, and when we find it, we quickly pull out a camera, snap a photo, and cling to that moment. We share it with everyone, because everyone loves a rainbow.
Unfortunately, rainbows are few and far between when lifening bolts strike. That's why when we battle life's storms, we hold out all hope for a break in the clouds. I think we all get by pretty well. Some of us have constant rainbows like husbands, wives, and children. For those, no matter how turbulent the storm, there's a calming peace that awaits.
For others, a rainbow never presents itself. Lifening bolts strike daily, and an end to the storm is nowhere in sight. I know people like this personally. They strive for happiness, contentment, self satisfaction, and love. It avoids them. Just when they think they're close to the edge of a rainbow, a lifening bolt strikes. There are never clear skies in their forecast.
I wrote this blog for those people. I've seen a lot of ugliness in my life. More than most that will read this. I have always had a rainbow at the end of the storm. No matter how many times lifening bolts have struck around me, the sun would pop out, and present the most beautiful rainbow I've ever seen. There are more storms ahead for us all.........I hope that Roy G. Biv is waiting for you when the clouds break. -blink
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Out of Body? Out of Mind!
I watched as they inserted the fourth screw. It was incredible to me, because the tool they used was just like a normal screwdriver. I thought to myself, "sheesh, is this modern technology?" I've had two out of body experiences in my life. I refuse to believe that that's what they were. I chalk it up as effects from anesthesia. I have never reacted very well to that drug.
I think my brother may be dying. It's not really off topic. If you sit back and read, it'll all come together. I say this because, I'm a bit out of my mind. It's because of this I've had the "out of body" experience. I have something in common with a lot of people. The only difference is that they refuse to believe that they're a bit "out of their mind."
It takes some courage to admit you're a little off. I have no problem with it at all. I decided a while back to really study my issues. I broke down every "deficiency" that I've been told I have. Turns out, they aren't really deficiencies at all. Once I understood my mind, I grew to enjoy my "different" way of thinking. That brings me back to my brother.
My parents adopted Dave when I was just a boy. I really didn't totally understand until years later. It didn't take long for me to adapt to my new family member. He was always very good to me. Don't get me wrong, he could be a dick, just like my "blood brothers," but overall he was great to me while I grew up. Now we're grown, and he may be checking out sooner than he should.
I offered Dave one of my kidneys a couple of years back. He was excited, but there was a lot of work to be done. He needed to get himself fit enough for a transplant, and I needed to get my mind right for anesthesia. I can write about this forever, so I think I'll just get to the point. I believe that there was a small window about seven months ago, that Dave could have received a kidney. My procrastination may have led him to where he is today.
This story may seem confusing, but if you read it closely, I think you'll understand. Was it "out of body?" Was it "out of mind?" That's the problem. I'm so afraid of anesthesia because it slaps me right in the face. It forces me to battle with my own beliefs. I've convinced myself that I'm just overly creative, and that my mind is always working. Seeing yourself as you get operated on would scare anyone. It's something I don't want to see again. I promise everyone this.......If my brother gets through this tough time, I will do everything in my power to help make him right! I will set my mind and body at ease. I will accept whatever outcome there may be.
Out of Body? Out of Mind? Is there really any difference between the two? It's something I'm bound to find out.
-Blink
I think my brother may be dying. It's not really off topic. If you sit back and read, it'll all come together. I say this because, I'm a bit out of my mind. It's because of this I've had the "out of body" experience. I have something in common with a lot of people. The only difference is that they refuse to believe that they're a bit "out of their mind."
It takes some courage to admit you're a little off. I have no problem with it at all. I decided a while back to really study my issues. I broke down every "deficiency" that I've been told I have. Turns out, they aren't really deficiencies at all. Once I understood my mind, I grew to enjoy my "different" way of thinking. That brings me back to my brother.
My parents adopted Dave when I was just a boy. I really didn't totally understand until years later. It didn't take long for me to adapt to my new family member. He was always very good to me. Don't get me wrong, he could be a dick, just like my "blood brothers," but overall he was great to me while I grew up. Now we're grown, and he may be checking out sooner than he should.
I offered Dave one of my kidneys a couple of years back. He was excited, but there was a lot of work to be done. He needed to get himself fit enough for a transplant, and I needed to get my mind right for anesthesia. I can write about this forever, so I think I'll just get to the point. I believe that there was a small window about seven months ago, that Dave could have received a kidney. My procrastination may have led him to where he is today.
This story may seem confusing, but if you read it closely, I think you'll understand. Was it "out of body?" Was it "out of mind?" That's the problem. I'm so afraid of anesthesia because it slaps me right in the face. It forces me to battle with my own beliefs. I've convinced myself that I'm just overly creative, and that my mind is always working. Seeing yourself as you get operated on would scare anyone. It's something I don't want to see again. I promise everyone this.......If my brother gets through this tough time, I will do everything in my power to help make him right! I will set my mind and body at ease. I will accept whatever outcome there may be.
Out of Body? Out of Mind? Is there really any difference between the two? It's something I'm bound to find out.
-Blink
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Beauty Within
I recently read a story about a father strolling down the sidewalk with his daughter. They came upon beautiful rose bushes on either side of the walk. The roses were bright red, full, and so distracting that the pair almost strode off of the walk. The daughter was smiling and dancing within herself. It was a tunnel of absolute perfection and beauty.
The daughter turned to her father and said, "Daddy, they are so beautiful!" Her father looked at her and smiled, and then proceeded to turn to a bush overhanging the sidewalk. He then kicked the most beautiful rose of the bunch, spreading it's peddles along the walkway. His daughter looked at him with disgust! "Father, why would you do that?" "That rose was so beautiful!" Her father bent down to look his daughter in the eyes. He smiled and said, "it still is."
The next time you see someone that looks different, talks different, or smells different....look further. Look beyond the outside and search for the beauty within. Everyone has a story, a path, a journey. Some had a more difficult path to follow. You can see it in their face. The anguish, the turmoil, the hurt. The next time you come across someone like this, do yourself a favor....say hello.
I've learned over the years, that the people no one else talks to, are the people I want to know. The ones that are overlooked are much more interesting to me. Their stories are deep, often dark, and always enlightening.
I remember going to Columbus in my early 20's. I had to help my brother move. I found myself wandering around just off the Ohio State campus, and I came upon a homeless black man. He was sitting on a flattened card board box. I kept on walking a few strides, but then something brought me back. I approached him, said hello, and asked if I could sit beside him. He looked at me like I was nuts, maybe I was. He said, "why would you want to do that for?" I said, "you look like you could use some company." He smirked, and then gestured to a spot next to him. The next half hour was among the most entertaining, wonderful, and educational moments of my life. I'll never forget that old Army vet. I wonder if he remembers me. I bet he does. All because I chose to seek out the beauty within. Tomorrow, try it yourself!
The daughter turned to her father and said, "Daddy, they are so beautiful!" Her father looked at her and smiled, and then proceeded to turn to a bush overhanging the sidewalk. He then kicked the most beautiful rose of the bunch, spreading it's peddles along the walkway. His daughter looked at him with disgust! "Father, why would you do that?" "That rose was so beautiful!" Her father bent down to look his daughter in the eyes. He smiled and said, "it still is."
The next time you see someone that looks different, talks different, or smells different....look further. Look beyond the outside and search for the beauty within. Everyone has a story, a path, a journey. Some had a more difficult path to follow. You can see it in their face. The anguish, the turmoil, the hurt. The next time you come across someone like this, do yourself a favor....say hello.
I've learned over the years, that the people no one else talks to, are the people I want to know. The ones that are overlooked are much more interesting to me. Their stories are deep, often dark, and always enlightening.
I remember going to Columbus in my early 20's. I had to help my brother move. I found myself wandering around just off the Ohio State campus, and I came upon a homeless black man. He was sitting on a flattened card board box. I kept on walking a few strides, but then something brought me back. I approached him, said hello, and asked if I could sit beside him. He looked at me like I was nuts, maybe I was. He said, "why would you want to do that for?" I said, "you look like you could use some company." He smirked, and then gestured to a spot next to him. The next half hour was among the most entertaining, wonderful, and educational moments of my life. I'll never forget that old Army vet. I wonder if he remembers me. I bet he does. All because I chose to seek out the beauty within. Tomorrow, try it yourself!
Friday, July 15, 2011
What's a real Battle?
I'm sitting here watching Friday Night Fights. As I watch these proud fighters brawl in the ring, I began to reflect on the life of Vladimir Klitschko. Most have no idea who Vladimir is. Of course they recognize the last name, Klitschko. Vladimir was the father of heavyweight champions Wladimir and Vitali.
I watch boxing on a daily basis. Some may say that is a waste of time, but I say you can learn a lot about a man in the confines of the "squared circle." The Klitschko brothers have owned the heavyweight division for years. Regardless of how people feel about the state of the division, they've fought everyone. Every challenger has stepped up, run their mouth, and essentially been defeated.
That brings me back to their father, Vladimir. Vladimir passed away Wednesday after a long battle with lymph node cancer. He was a Colonel in the Soviet Air Force, stationed near Chernobyl when the "NUKE" disaster happened. It kind of brought me back down to Earth once I read his story.
I wonder if Vladimir had the opportunity to leave Kiev. I bet he did. He chose to stay and help, no matter what price he had to pay. He lost to Chernobyl, like so many others. He did raise two amazing young men. Young men that accomplished more than he could imagine. Smart, talented, PH D's, and Heavyweight champions of the WORLD!
As I sit here watching these young men battle I think, how much can a man really take? Then I think of Vladimir, and I realize that they have never seen a real battle. I think about Wladimir and Vitali. I think that they are just as proud of their father as he was of them.
I watch boxing on a daily basis. Some may say that is a waste of time, but I say you can learn a lot about a man in the confines of the "squared circle." The Klitschko brothers have owned the heavyweight division for years. Regardless of how people feel about the state of the division, they've fought everyone. Every challenger has stepped up, run their mouth, and essentially been defeated.
That brings me back to their father, Vladimir. Vladimir passed away Wednesday after a long battle with lymph node cancer. He was a Colonel in the Soviet Air Force, stationed near Chernobyl when the "NUKE" disaster happened. It kind of brought me back down to Earth once I read his story.
I wonder if Vladimir had the opportunity to leave Kiev. I bet he did. He chose to stay and help, no matter what price he had to pay. He lost to Chernobyl, like so many others. He did raise two amazing young men. Young men that accomplished more than he could imagine. Smart, talented, PH D's, and Heavyweight champions of the WORLD!
As I sit here watching these young men battle I think, how much can a man really take? Then I think of Vladimir, and I realize that they have never seen a real battle. I think about Wladimir and Vitali. I think that they are just as proud of their father as he was of them.
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