On this date, March 13th, 2017, Kelly and Fred Washington had become the proudest parents in the world. Their son, Blair, had found a way to reverse the cancer process, something that no one had ever imagined to be possible.
Blair was a brilliant man who grew up in the inner city projects. Guns, gangs and drugs had been a constant part of his youth. His mother and father did the best that they could with little or no income. They were not lazy people and did not look for welfare to support themselves, but finding jobs was not always an easy thing to do. Blair had an older brother, Thomas, who had been serving a twenty year prison sentence for selling crack. He was only one year older, and it hurt Blair to his core to lose his big brother like he did.
When Blair was in school, he could see things different than the other kids. He could see answers to problems without having to go through long processes of thought and deduction. Simply put, Blair was a true genius. It did not take long for his teachers to realize this. He was way beyond your normal smart student.
He dodged all of the gangs and drugs, and concentrated all of his attention on getting out of the world that he had grown up in. It was a major step to take, but he felt that if he did not aspire to be more than his surroundings, then he would end up a part of them. Thomas had chosen a different path, falling into the wrong crowd, selling drugs at an early age.
Blair received invites to a large group of major colleges, all of them offering fully paid scholarships. He choose Otinary University, a school known for it’s bio tech programs. His family was so proud, especially his mother.
Blair graduated at the top of his class, and was immediately snatched up by INGE TECH, a leading research lab, responsible for many technological advances of the past twenty years, including the AIDS cure and the formula for Permanent Male enhancement.
He was so brilliant that he could command a hefty salary, but he never really pushed for money. He had never had money as a child, so it was really a new concept to him. He was paid very well, regardless, and the first thing that he did was to move his family out of the projects, and into a comfortable little house in the suburbs.
In 2011, four years prior to his brother’s scheduled release from prison, Blair was hit with the devastating news that Thomas had developed Lymphoma. His chances were not that good, but the family hoped for the best. Blair switched over to Cancer research at his job. He could basically do whatever he wanted at INGE TECH, he had been there quite a few years and was at the top of the intellectual food chain.
He worked feverishly on a cancer cure, while he watched his brother go through chemotherapy and eventually lose his battle. Blair was devastated. Between prison and cancer, he had missed half of his brother’s life. The prison sentence had been his brother’s fault, and he could live with that, but the cancer was just an rotten cherry on top of a pile of bitter misery. He vowed that he would keep up his diligent research in honor of his brother’s memory.
By 2015, he had been able to reverse the growth of cancer cells in lab rats. The cells would actually disappear completely. Blair had cured cancer in rodents. He called his formula TW4120. TW were his brother’s initials, and 4120 is how many rats that had died before he arrived at a successful result.
In 2016, the first human tests were conducted in terminal cancer patients. 85% of the treated patients were cancer free after six months. The other 15% were too far along for the effects to be reversed in time, however, even they showed improvement before their deaths. It seemed like Blair had made the discovery for the ages.
The FDA did not hold up the cure. The usual testing period was bypassed in this event. It was not like this was a diet pill or hair growing product, what negatives could occur that would be worse than the cancer itself? The only stipulation to using the drug was that you had to sign consent forms stating that the drug was technically still experimental.
In October of 2016, Kelly Washington began getting bad headaches, and was eventually diagnosed with a brain tumor. Having complete faith in her son, she opted not to have surgery, and instead, signed the consent forms to allow her to use Blair’s formula. Five weeks later, there was no sign of the tumor.
Now, on March 13th, 2017, Kelly and Fred Washington sat in the balcony of the Kennedy Center, in Washington DC, while the whole world honored their son. They was so proud of him as he commenced with his speech.
“My long journey here began as a little boy, growing up in the poorest section of Philadelphia…….”
Her mind wandered back to that day when she had gone into the clinic. She already had one mouth to feed. Thomas was all that she could handle. How could she bring another child into the world? Especially with all of the drugs and violence that surrounded them. She remembered filling out forms and sitting in a waiting room for what seemed like an eternity, weighing the options of what to do. Her husband did not even know that she was pregnant. If she was going to terminate, she needed to do it early so that he would never find out. He would never allow it. She held her hand on her stomach and thought about whether or not she would have been better off if her own mother had made this decision years ago? At least a life in the projects had possibility, it was not a dead end. Poverty was not irreversible. She remembered the nurse calling her name and a chill coming over her. She got up and raced out of the clinic, knowing that her and Fred would find a way. At least the little one would have a chance. Her thoughts returned to the present as Blair finished his speech.
“…..and most of all, I would like to thank My Mother, who has always supported me and never once doubted me.”
In Emails with RxBambi, a great friend of mine, we decided to co host a Friday post called "Happy hour Friday". Friday is the end of the work week, and a doorway to free time and hopefully fun. Just list some things that make you happy, and Have a fun weekend! BE SURE TO VISIT RX BAMBI :)
I have found that a lot of people around the blogging community have problems that bother them, me included. Some are minor issues, while others are more substantial. I am happy that I am here to listen and in some cases help other people when they need it. I think that blogging can be a wonderful form of therapy.
I am happy with my new layout! I know some people are going to not like it, but I like that all of my gadgets are not crammed up.
I am getting happy with my new found wine habit. Damn you BAMBI, you wine pusher!I need some good cheap wine suggestions! Not dry!!!
It is great having a four day weekend!
There is not going to be much Christmas shopping this year. Yes that is a happy thing for me!
I am Happy for Extremely hot Buffalo Wings sauce. I can't seem to find anything else that satisfies my liking for hot food, while still tasting good!I hope that everyone had a great turkey day, and has lots of left overs! Have a great weekend!
Here we go!!
I am happier than Winona Ryder with no security cameras!
I am happier than Jack Kevorkian in a nursing home!
I am happier than Ozzy Osbourne with a complete thought!
I am happier than Pamela Anderson in a silicone factory!
I am happier than Lady Godiva's horse!
And finally, I am happier than Ice Queen holding Eli Manning captive!
I AM GOING TO LEAVE THIS POST THROUGH MONDAY NIGHT SO KEEP ASKING!
I have done this before and it was kind of fun. I will update the post as we go.
Ask me anything that you want, personal questions, political views, religious views, it does not matter to me. I will do my best to answer all questions as honest as possible. If you ask me for my social security number, I will probably lie! LOL!
Only ask me one question please, It takes too long to answer 17 subparts.
If I don't know an answer, I will admit it!!!!
I took the update as you go format from *Just Jen*, who unfortunately seems to have left us here in blogland. She did this about 8 months ago. If you want to know why I linked a blog that is seemingly inactive, I did so because It was my first "Blog Crush" as they say.
When you write your fiction stories, do you sit down and write it all out in one setting or are these stories being worked on here and there over a long period of time?
ANSWER: I usually do most of my writing during my lunch hour, in my van. Stories that I write for Thursday, usually start on Monday lunch. I usually have the basis of the idea, but it sometimes changes along the way.
ANSWER: I was overweight and shy in High School. I actually had sex with a prostitute before I kissed a girl. I don't remember the first kiss to be honest with you. I am being very serious!
hmm... if jen was your first blog crush, who's the current one?
ANSWER: Wow, that is a huge question! If I had to say that there was a blog that I look for every day, I would probably say A Nut in a Nutshell would come to mind first. I love her witty posts. There are so many that I list as no miss, though! There are literally 20 or more that are must reads daily. I don't think that it is as much of a crush situation now because Jen's blog was in the beginning when I did not know what to do as a blogger.She helped me quite a bit with technical stuff.
ANSWER: I love boating and fishing. But truthfully, lately I don't do much besides work and blog. I like to write, which all ties in to the blogging, but it is frustrating because I really don't have enough time to write.
Other than blogging and writing, what is your third passion that you would not want to live without?
ANSWER: Gillian, I know that this is going to sound sad, but I really have nothing that I am passionate about. Most things I could take or leave. I am a streaky type of person. Next year at this time I may be passionate about exercise and blogging may be a thing of the past.
Can you name a product you wish you had never encountered?
ANSWER: I have never had any addictions except for food, so as far as products that might be bad vices, there are none. I will say that I wish that I never encountered some of the diet products that are on the market. I tried that Alli, and basically ......well, I won't elaborate because it was a mess!
11). Not The Rockefellers said...If you could wake up tomorrow with a super human quality, for just a day...what would it be?
ANSWER: I think that I would like to have the ability to be so super intelligent that I could cure a few of the major diseases like AIDS or CANCER. Even though I would only have that quality for a day, my discoveries would last beyond that!
I feel like I know you so well with your responses for these Otin, very interesting fellow you are. You said you mostly write your stories in your van, is this with a laptop or pen and paper?
ANSWER: I write everything on paper first. I am such a lousy typist that It interrupts my train of thought to type things. Also, my van is way too dirty for computer equipment.
Can music cure your mortal soul and - can you teach me how to dance real slow?... Oh - wait - that's a two parter - never mind. What's your favorite movie?
ANSWER: Yes and No to the first part! LOL!! My favorite movie by far is JAWS. In my opinion, Spielberg has never come close to repeating the quality of that movie. The sequence when the three men are fishing for the shark is about the best 45 minutes of film ever. I can practically recite the whole movie. Yes, I have no life! LMAO!
You write EVERYTHING on paper first?? Wow! Do the guys you work with know about your blogs?
ANSWER: Yea, the paper thing sucks! One guy knows about my blog, but most of the other people that I work around don't really speak English. I have a hard enough time just communicating most of the time. I ask for a screwdriver and get a hammer! LOL! I don't think that they would be interested in my blog. The only people who I would hide my blog from would be my parents. Not that I am ashamed of content, but because I like to keep a bit of privacy between me and my family.
This is a two-parter, but really one thought.... A hooker? How old and how did you find her (did someone take you to one)? I'm having flashbacks of the movie Milk Money with Melanie Griffith and a bunch of boys that pay her to see her boob.
ANSWER: I was about 17, just had my license. In 1983, before Guilliani, NYC was basically a free for all of hookers and drug pushers. I drove into the city with a friend, and there was a woman, who looked like Madonna(That Look with all the jewelry and bracelets that was in at the time). We were at a light and she approached the car and asked us if...................... Well, being two young, inexperienced guys, yours truly being overweight and insecure, we felt that it would be a good oppurtunity. This was pre AIDS scare time and we were protected! (I was first, it was my car!)
16). staceyjwarner said... what celebrity would you want to spend some intimate time with?
ANSWER: I have a huge crush on Kate Beckinsale. That would probably be my choice.
17). CatLadyLarew said... What's the biggest fish you ever caught?
ANSWER: Didn't you ask me this last time? LOL! Someone did! It was a hammerhead shark. About 4 or 5 feet.
If you could take a trip some where where would you go and why? Yea, its kind of a 2-parter but they go hand in hand. :o)
ANSWER: I think I also had this one before. If I flew, I would go to Seattle to visit my sister, who I have not seen in over a decade. I might just end up driving it one day!
Is your girlfriend's name Rose? You mentioned once that there was a bit of truth to that story....
ANSWER: No Rose is someone who I have not talked to in 15 years, but yes, the story is 90% true until the time that I went back, all that part was fiction.(I linked it so that people could see what you are referring to.)
ANSWER: I like to call it the lottery theory. People ask why I would buy a lottery ticket, and I say "because there is always a chance that I can win." When I buy a plane ticket, I always feel like I am playing a reverse lottery. People will throw statistics out at you about how many more people die in car wrecks, but I am never a passenger in a car. If I die in a vehicle, I am going to be in control of the vehicle. If my engine dies in my car, I coast to the shoulder, if it dies in a plane, I plummet to the earth. Atheists don't like to take a lot of chances, even if they are very slim ones at that!
21). Ronda Laveen said... Last time you opened for questions, I asked if you would like to spend the last half of your life as a woman. You said no. So this time: Why not?
ANSWER: Truthfully, I think that there is too much to go through, being a woman. Guys never really change. We are the same basic creature at 70, as at 17. Women have a lot more worries, it seems. Menopause and worries about appearance, not to mention the lifelong worry about children, that guys seem to let go of a lot easier. I just think that women have it tougher in society after the age of 40. 22). Secretia said...How did you become such a good writer of short stories? A late question.
ANSWER: First, I want to thank you for the compliment. I started writing short stories about 4 months ago, doing Theme Thursdays. All of the stories that I have written since high school are on this blog. I don't feel that I am a great writer, I think that I have some good ideas, though.
23). tori said... don't know if you're still taking questions, but if you are...would you ever consider writing a book?
ANSWER: I might give it a try one day, but truthfully, I would have to give up blogging to do it, and right now, blogging is hugely important to me!
omg-love the prostitute story! It's just like a movie!! Do you ever censor yourself on something you want to post? Like do you ever think dirty thoughts and consider how funny of a post it would be but then reconsider posting because you wouldn't want to scare away anyone?
ANSWER: I definitely exercise the use of a personal filter! I can be very vulgar and would definitely go over the edge if I did not censor myself! I don't want to offend people or scare them away. It is just like in my personal life, If I am talking to guys on a construction site, the F word is used every other word, but if I am at my house, I don't talk like that! I am usually foul in a funny way though, it is never mean spirited.
If you could write for a TV show which one would it be? and of course why?
ANSWER: That is tough because I don't really watch much TV. I watch survivor and Days of Our Lives. I could write for a soap, but they are a bit tame. I think that looking back, I would have been more of an Xfiles type writer.
26). Midtown Girl said...Whoa - those are some answers!!
Let's see- is there something that you always wanted to do but still have yet to accomplish?
ANSWER: I would like to be financially secure. I have spent most of my life living paycheck to paycheck. I would love to be debt free, or as debt free as a person could be.
You say "in the beginning when I did not know what to do as a blogger." What did you learn? I could use the help.
ANSWER: I guess it depends what you want. If you just want followers, then the way is to leave a lot of comments and people will come back to you. A good way to do this is to do a lot of memes. If you write what you want to write and comment a lot, people will still come, but it will take a little longer. Be diverse, people tend to get bored if every post is about the same subject. Throw in a picture here and there and let people know a little bit about you, it will let people not feel so disconnected from you. Get to know the people themselves, not just there blog pages. I can tell personal facts about many of the bloggers that I know! (Nothing bad lol)!
28).Toni said...You slept with a prostitute? Great stuff!
Ok question - if a village made a statue in your honour - what would be made of and what would it commemorate? (yeah yeah, two questions but there's only one question mark so there lol).
ANSWER: My statue would have a granite head, to represent how thick headed I can be sometimes, and the rest of it would be brass, so that people could say that I had brass balls! LOL! I would hope that it would commemorate that I was a decent guy who cared about people.
29). Jessie said...Hi Otin, okay i'm new at this...so what 10 adjectives would you use to describe you? A combo of mental and physical attributes...
ANSWER: (I hate evaluating myself) Witty, caring, sarcastic, chubby, tall, amusing,creative,obsessive, compulsive,shy.
ANSWER: Letting everyone in my house go off and do there thing and let them bring me back some food when they are done! Which is exactly what I am going to do!
You are in a long term relationship right? Why don't you marry? Have you been married before?
ANSWER: The truth! I do not care either way, marriage is just a legal union in my mind. I would get married if I had a girlfriend that wanted to get married, but the way that it is going anyway, I will probably be single by Summer! I have not been married before.
Wow - you are way popular. Look at how many people are interested in you. I think you should be homecoming king.
Oh, wow, there's a question - were you ever on a homecoming or prom court in high school?
ANSWER: I was never at a prom, never went to a dance (In school), never attended a school game, but was an honor student. I was that kid that did not fit in with any click. The jocks liked me, but not enough for me to be a jock, the smart kids liked me, but not enough to hang out with, and the burnouts liked me because we listened to the same music, but I did not party, so they never were a group that I hung out with. I had no self confidence until I was about 20. I got in shape and got kind of cocky at that point.
Do any of the people in your real life read your blog?
ANSWER: My sister knows my blog, my brother has the url, but doesn't read it. My other family I like to keep out of it. More of a privacy issue than a content issue.
Otin, I can't believe I'm like the last one to ask a question! I've been busy -- and I do mean BUSY (I know you know what I mean). So, my question, dear Otie, is how do you think blogging has changed your life?
ANSWER: Blogging has made me appreciate myself again. Made me realize that there might be people who are interested in what I have to say, and has allowed me to meet people who I want to keep in touch with, expanding my circle of friends. Blogging, in a way, saved me!
In Emails with RxBambi, a great friend of mine, we decided to co host a Friday post called "Happy hour Friday". Friday is the end of the work week, and a doorway to free time and hopefully fun. Just list some things that make you happy, and Have a fun weekend! BE SURE TO VISIT RX BAMBI :)
I am happy that I am not a turkey at this time of year! Do you think that this guy is ready to give his thanks? I love anything made with pumpkin! Especially pumpkin pie! I am happy that I am going to say (I will censor myself here) Screw the diet! and have some pie!!!! I love a leftover turkey sandwich with Miracle Whip! I am happy to have a Three day work week! (I think I do?) lol
I love when the weather gets cold enough to start using the fire place!
I am not one who is big on holidays. There are no days to me that are any more important than any other days, as far as I am concerned. It is nice to remember events and historic occasions by honoring certain anniversaries, but I don't feel the need to spend a lot of money this year to prove anything. The things that I like about this time of year are really not very expensive. I like alone time for one. There are people under my feet every day. Sometimes, at Christmas, I will actually take road trips by myself, to go visit relatives. I enjoy the drive more than the visit.
People may read this and think that it is not very happy sounding, but it is for me. Not everyone's happiness is derived from the same place. My perfect Thanksgiving would be to lay on the sofa and watch football, while everyone else went to someone else's house. It may actually work out that way! That would make me happy! :) (As long as they bring me lots of food home!)
This is how I would love to spend the holidays!
I know that it may not sound like it, but I am Happy Happy Happy!!!
I am happier than Hannibal Lecter with Liver, Chianti, and fava beans! Happier than Jon Gosselin with a condom! Happier than Lorena Bobbit at a circumcision! Happier than Dick Cheney playing RISK! Happier than Simon Cowell telling a 15 year old that she's useless! And finally... I am happier than Mr Condescending taking his camera to Wal Mart!
Little Miss Blogger has her Rant and Rave Wednesday. Go visit her, she is really funny!
RAVE- I actually like running heavy equipment an installing underground utilities. There is a lot that is involved and there are many things that one has to know to do my particular job. RANT- People's intelligence is usually judged by the job that they do. No one looks at the guy at the Burger King counter and assumes that he is a smart guy. I hate being talked down to. People tend to assume that because I work construction that I am simple minded. I HATE that!
RAVE- I love all of this internet socializing. Between my Email, blog, and an occasional tweet, I could stay on line 24/7!
RANT- Because of all of my social networking, I hardly have time to write anything! Now, I know what you are thinking, that my mile long posts get written sometime, but I hate doing all of my posts at lunch time, with a pen and paper.
RAVE- I love going to the movies. I had not gone in quite a while.
RANT- What is with the price of going to see a movie? Tickets are like 8 dollars. Pop corn and drinks or candy cost more than going out to eat! Also, now you actually have to sit through commercials before you see the film! RANT- I pretty much hate any shows on TV. There are a couple of shows that I like, but for the most part, I think it is all crap!
RAVE- With all of my blogging, I don't have time to watch TV anyway!
RAVE- I love the fact that I have been able to lose weight without exercising!
RANT- I hate the fact that when I look in the mirror, I see why there is a need for exercise! RAVE- I love using the Google reader to keep up with everyone's blogs!
RANT- I have about 215 unread posts on my Google reader!
The late 70’s was such a great time to be a kid. We would come home from school and before my mother knew it, my brother and I would be out the door and up the street to the park. It was an every day ritual that extended into the weekend and was an all day event during the Summer months.
We always knew who would be at the park. There was George and Tommy, and Anthony, they were constants. There were also some kids who showed up every once in a while like, Lonnie and David, but for the most part, it was those three, along with me and my brother.
Although we were all in the same age range, I was a lot bigger than the other kids. Just from appearance, one would probably guess that I was three or four years older, but that was not the case. We would play football and baseball and I was always the one that everyone wanted to have on their team. I still laugh at the thought of three people trying to tackle me without having any luck.
George was your basic ten year old bully. He would fight anyone at anytime, regardless of size or age. I was his total opposite. I shied away from confrontation and would leave anytime that George wanted to start something with someone. I actually remember other kids wanting to go home and George not letting them leave. There would be fighting and name calling, but we all would come back the following day, like nothing had ever happened.
Many days we would not even make it to the park. George’s house was just three doors up and his back yard was ideal for football. We would play until we would hear our mother’s voice echoing off of the houses between our home and George’s.
“Michael! David! Time to eat!”
Of course, at that age, your friends all made fun of you for having to obey your mother, but it always seemed like we were the only ones who had to go home. I am sure that is just the way that I remember it, though.
Summers were the best. We used to get baseball games going that would last 10 hours! Because of the fact that we had no real time restrictions, we could recruit kids from other parts of town. We would end up with a dozen or more kids, sometimes. George’s cousin Frankie, was a regular. He and George were not that close at the time, but would be in the future. These were the best years of my life!
When I was about to start eighth grade, I let my father convince me that I would be better off living with him, about two hours away. The lure of his home in a coastal town, and his persistent badgering caused me to make a move that I wish that I had not. I left my brother and my little click of friends and spent two lonely years in a school where I failed to make new buddies. I would talk to my brother and he would tell me that he was on his way up to George’s house, and I would hang up the phone and cry. It was a definite low point for me.
My brother hung out with the gang for another year and then my mother and stepfather moved about ten miles away to the next town. By the time that I was in tenth grade, my father’s marriage had fallen apart and I went back to live with my mother. My brother and I were reunited, but we no longer had a gang. We developed some new friends, (one of whom is actually responsible for me being a blogger.) but never really could recapture what we had. I felt like our Beatles had split up. It is funny how it was back then. My childhood friends lived ten miles away, and they might as well have lived in Alaska. We did not get driven places very much.
I remember going back one time and hooking up with George and Tommy. They wanted to go up to the top of the railroad ridge and throw large rocks at passing cars. I knew better than to do that. Although my brother wanted to stay, I dragged him away and I think that was the last time that we ever hung out with those two.
High school was interesting because our school imported kids from three different townships. There were two high schools, one geared for academics, and another one that was a technical school, for kids who had no future college plans. George and Tommy, and George’s cousin Frankie went to the latter school, while My brother and I attended the other high school.
I did not see George again until I was eighteen or nineteen. I ran into him at the mall. I had my normal little sedan type car, and he had his souped up muscle car, exactly what I would have expected from him. We talked for a while. He had a bruise on his face from a fight that he had been in. He never came out and told me that, but I still knew how he was. He was there with a very attractive girl named, Teresa, and his cousin Frankie. A mutual friend of ours had told me how George and Frankie had become best buddies. There was a part of me that was a little jealous. George, although a crazy guy sometimes, had been my close childhood friend. I was the only one who could reason with him and actually talk about things with him. I hated my father for messing up my childhood.
Some time later, I don’t remember the exact time frame, I ran into Lonnie, one of the semi regular kids from the playground. I had not seen him in about ten years and the full beard and mustache took me by surprise. Lonnie asked me if I had heard about George? I told him that I had not heard anything.
Apparently, George’s cousin Frankie, had been sleeping with Teresa, and George had found out. George went to Frankies house with a shot gun and shot him point blank in the thigh, almost severing Frankie’s leg. Upon seeing what he had done, George tied a tourniquet around his cousin’s leg, threw him in the backseat of his car, and left him on the concrete walk outside of the emergency room. When the police tracked George down, he had already blown his own head off.
I saw Frankie, one time, years later, walking down the street with his prosthetic leg. I did not even let him know that I noticed him. Part of my childhood died when I heard about George. I think that life was the only fight that he ever backed down from.
In Emails with RxBambi, a great friend of mine, we decided to co host a Friday post called "Happy hour Friday". Friday is the end of the work week, and a doorway to free time and hopefully fun. Just list some things that make you happy, and Have a fun weekend! BE SURE TO VISIT RX BAMBI :)
I am happy that my mind is free To make my own life’s choices That I must not always agree With dissenting voices.
I am happy to have food to eat And a place to call my own Shoes to wear upon my feet A car, a boat, a phone.
Happy to have those who care When I am feeling ill People who’ll step up and share Their wishes and good will
I am happy to have found you all Friends who I do treasure The virtual world, though so small Is my greatest pleasure.
But there is one bit of sorrow That my happiness does bring The reminder that tomorrow Some won’t have a thing.
Everyone's life has reason For this it must be said It would be a happy season If the starving ones were fed.
I did a Flash 55 on my OTHER BLOG which just happens to be my 100th post over there! (Flash 55 is telling a story in 55 words)
Steph, over at No One Can Own Your Soul, tagged me on this a while ago. I usually have a hard time squeezing these in, but I liked this and thought that it might be interesting.
Dear Past Me,
Don't wait until you are on the other side of 20 to develop pride in your appearance, lose all of your weight, and to become proud of yourself. When people are attracted to you, do not always question it with massive insecurity. Go off to college and do not let the lure of a little spending money condemn you to a life time of blue collar working. Separate yourself from your parents faster than you did. Their instabilities will haunt you if you do not. Keep your sister closer to you so that you might see her more than once a decade. Pretty much, anything that you decide for the first 40 years of your life, just do the opposite and things will probably work out better. PS, stop masturbating so much! haha!
Dear Present Me,
Maybe you should take a chance on something and not always doubt your abilities. Listen to what other people say and take their advice. Rid yourself of people and situations that will never turn out good in the end. Pay off things so that you do not owe for the rest of your life. Take some time off and see places and things that you enjoy. PS, stop masturbating so much! hahaha!
Dear Future Me,
I hope that you realize that not everything has to be treated as a job. You need to explore new hobbies and interests. You need to take more initiative and not always let other people profit from your hard work. At some point you will need to cut back on the blogging and try to write something substantial. Keep up relationships that you have built. (This sounds like a fortune cookie!) PS, You might as well keep on masturbating, it has worked for you to this point! haha
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This should be interesting! I have part one of a two part story. Brian Millerwill have part two for you sometime today!
Dan Porter woke to the feel of the morning sun shining upon his unshaven face. These days there were no mechanical alarms to wake him. There were no responsibilities that required him to meet any deadlines. He had not worked in months, and had not gone through the proper channels in order to collect unemployment benefits. With just a few weeks remaining until Thanksgiving, most of his utilities had been cut off. He knew that the house was going to be taken from him, just as his car had been, nearly a month earlier. It was Sunday, and he felt like this would be a good day for him to make his move.
Dan got out of the bed, going through his usual ritual of grooming without the luxury of running water. He had a few water jugs that he had been secretly filling from the neighbors outdoor faucet. He went to the kitchen, opening up the pantry to see what kind of food that he could scrounge up. Peanut butter and crackers had been the staple meal for quite some time. He proceeded to eat his meal , washing it down with the tiny bit of Scotch that had remained from the night before. Alcohol was no longer an occasional indulgence, as it had been in the past, now it had become a way for him to take the edge off of his bitterness. After finishing his breakfast, he then started to organize a game plan..
Dan knew that when he departed his neighborhood on this day, that he would not return to his house. He needed to take just what he could carry with him, it was time to say goodbye to his old life. In the course of a year, he had gone from being a Wall Street Professional, living in an upper middle class suburb, to being on the verge of the unthinkable. He had no family that he could rely on. The only relative that he really knew was his father, and they never got along anyway. His mother and his aunt, had died years ago. He was all alone.
He grabbed a duffel bag, and started going through his belongings, keeping anything that was comfortable and warm, or anything of value, which he might be able to pawn or trade at a later date. In the end, he had a full bag with about three hundred dollars worth of clothes, and left behind a closet filled with suits and ties. He walked toward the front door, and then stopped in his tracks. He had forgotten something. Dan retreated to the living room and grabbed a small photo album off of his coffee table. He put it in the duffel bag and walked out into the cool November air.
The neighbors watched him walk away. He could feel their pity, and he despised it. “Poor Dan”, had become a pair of words that made his blood boil. There was a part of him that was happy that he would not return to this place.
He walked for a while until he came upon his Church. It had been almost a year to this very day, since the last time that he had stepped foot into a house of worship. Dan was a religious man most of his life, attending Church regularly, always active in community events. He looked at the building and on this day, he felt compelled to walk to the entrance. He stepped inside and sat in the very back row, putting his duffel bag by his side.
He began to listen to the sermon and he heard words like “faith” and “wisdom” and “kindness”. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his little photo album and flipped it open to the first picture. It was a picture of him with his arm around a beautiful woman and a young girl standing between them. On the bottom of the photo was the writing: “Mommy, Daddy, and Chelsea”. It was written in a child’s handwriting.
It was in the beginning of November, the previous year, that he and his family had decided that they were going to do some early season Christmas shopping. Returning from the mall, an oncoming car veered into Dan’s path, forcing him to run off of the road and down an embankment. At the bottom of the hill sat a 52,000 pound piece of construction equipment. His sheet metal Honda was no match for the heavy steel monster. Like it is the natural human instinct to do, he steered his driver seat away from the crash, leaving all of the impact on the passenger side. He was dazed and bruised, but not seriously injured. His wife and daughter were dead on impact.
He looked at a few more photos, and listened to a few more “Amens”, and then he stood up.
“Hey!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, completely silencing everyone in the building, including the Pastor. “What kind of God would let my family die the way that they did?’ Tears began to roll down his face. “How can all of you people sit here and just buy into this crap that is spewed week after week? I am here to tell you all that you are wasting your time. Blind faith is for fools!”
Everyone stared at him, a few people gasped, but no one said a word. Two men started to approach him, and at that, he picked up his bag and beat them to the door. A year ago, right before Thanksgiving, he attended a service before he buried his Wife and Daughter. At that time, he swore that he would never enter another church again. He broke that vow today, in order to see if he wanted to give God one more chance. His family tragedy had cost him everything, his loved ones, his sobriety, his job, and especially his faith.
He began to walk down the street, no home, no destination, and no hope. It was going to be a pretty awful holiday season……..
Go see BRIAN and see what he has cooked up for Dan's future! Your guess is as good as mine!
In Emails with RxBambi, a great friend of mine, we decided to co host a Friday post called "Happy hour Friday". Friday is the end of the work week, and a doorway to free time and hopefully fun. Just list some things that make you happy, and Have a fun weekend! BE SURE TO VISIT RX BAMBI :)
I know! How can someone who has been bitching and whining all week about the flu, do a Happy Hour post?? I will tell you!
the NY YANKEES won the series!!!!! That alone makes me ecstatic! I have watched them win the World Series 7 times in my life, and it never gets old!
I am still happily remembering my weekend trip, the family, the blog meeting, the marathon.
You know that point of being sick when you realize that you are on the upswing and all of a sudden, your energy and motivation return? I am at that point, and am very grateful that my flu symptoms were not much worse.
Please go see RxBambi, I think she hates it when she sees Otin Otin Otin! hahaha!
I did away with my link poem, because it was getting outdated and replaced it with a blog list. There was no pecking order or favoritism, but I did not include all of the blogs that I follow. If yours is not on there and you would like it to be, let me know. (Unless you are one of the porn blogs that I follow! LOL! just joking, maybe)
I think that I am actually glad that I have not been able to taste anything for a couple of days. I ate to much this weekend and the lack of taste has let me drop a few pounds. It is amazing how easy dieting becomes when nothing has flavor. However, a nice big pizza might be on the menu for Friday night! I love this video, I think I might have posted it before, but who cares! Gretchen Wilson and Alice in Chains! (Turn the music player off to view)
OK, here we go....I am Happy Happy Happy! I am happier than Donald Trump with a can of hairspray! Happier than Roman Polanski at a Girl scout Jamboree! Happier than a deaf man at a Coldplay concert! Happier than Peter North at a sperm doning clinic! (If you get that one, you might not want to admit it! haha!) Happier than Charlie Sheen with some acting ability! And Finally, I am so much Happier than the Phillies fans who bought tickets for game 7!
I WROTE THIS LAST WEEK AND PEOPLE WANTED A CONCLUSION. IT WAS NOT REALLY MEANT TO CONTINUE IN MY MIND, BUT I WAS NOT FEELING ALL THAT CREATIVE, SO I DECIDED TO GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANTED. THE NEW PART IS MARKED FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ALREADY READ THIS PART. This story has been removed for fear of copyright infringement
Hit 40 has been What The F*cking us for a few weeks so I thought that I would join on in on the fun! WTF!
TURN OFF THE MUSIC FIRST!
WTF do I have to do to go the whole winter without catching some cold or flu bug? How about if I stay away from the people who want to talk to you while their faces are one foot from yours?
How about if every child that I run into would not be congested and then cough in my direction without making any attempt to cover their mouths?
If I could do away with sinus infection and the flu by being an anti social hermit then I would do it! How much snot can one Goddamned set of nostrils produce? I should weigh 100 pounds by now.
Sometimes I think that the human race is like a colony of ants and these viruses are just a form of bug spray. We keep developing tolerance to the spray, and nature creates stronger viruses. I feel like if they ever do wipe out some of the big diseases that some far worse ones will surface!
WTF is it with me that I am such a compulsive blogging idiot that I use the flu to catch up on my commenting?
I cannot even look at the screen without my eyes watering!
On top of that, why do we insist on the word verification?? So what if you get spammed. Other people know that the Chinese guy is not commenting on your Halloween costume. 3 times today, I typed the word verification word wrong and then they gave me an easier one to type. What kind of security is that?? They should have just given me the easy one to begin with!
WTF is with some people at Halloween? I went out with my brother's family and my nephew, and there was one house that had a sign in their yard that said "Trick or Treaters" and it had a red circle around it with a line through the middle of it. I wish that I had a picture. That is a little bit harsh toward 7 year olds, I thought!
WTF is it with some drivers from Jersey that make them think that because I have North Carolina plates that I don't know where I am going? I am traveling on roads that you could not find on a map! I don't think that them getting around me because I am only doing 60 in a 35 is really warranted!
Last but not least, if the Yankees blow it and lose the world series, next weeks WTF will be long! LOL
