Saturday, October 01, 2011
I am so late because I just got home from my 40 year reunion and I have a long streak of posting blocks and I want to keep ity going. So I amp osting this little short thing with a promise for abetter one tomorrow.
I logged in just to do this!
Heck, I may just do a bettor one in 5 minutes!
Friday, September 30, 2011
My youngest son has been home from school all week. He has been devastated by the death of one of his best friends in a motorcycle accident.
That is of course how he sees it. An accident.
Here's what happened: Connor was driving a motorcycle late last Thursday when he was pulled over. Connor did not have a motorcycle license. The bike was not registered and had a photocopy of a plate on it. He saw fit to run from the police. He raced away at over 100 miles per hour and missed a curve, hitting a guard rail. Sinc epolice do not engage in high speed chases these days, the crash was not witnessed by the police.
Connor was not found until after dawn the following morning.
Here's how I viewed this tragedy: Connor crashed an illegal motorcyle while driving ot illegally , having commited a felony to avoid a trfic ticket, an expensive traffic ticket, bit a traffic ticket nonetheless.
Mike, his brother, and his mother were all going to the funeral today. I had no such plans. I felt like everyone thought I was a heel for feeling like I did, and no one pressured me to go.
But I got to thinking about it. His parents and family were not at fault for his life-wasting stupidity. They needed to see a show of support. Afterall the funeral is not for the dead, but for the living.
The minister gave a tremendous sermon. He did not sugar coat the circumstances of Connor's self destructive behavior. He even validated my anger at his stupidity. He said that it was normal for us to feel that way.
As it turned out, I didn't go to the funeral for Connor, or his family, or my family. I went to the funeral for me. I was able to forgive Connor for wasting his life to avoid a ticket.
I was able to forgive myself for being so angry at someone who had just died tragically.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Father Mychal's Prayer:
Lord, take me where You want me to go;
Let me meet who You want me to meet;
Tell me what You want me to say
And, Lord, keep me out of Your way.
My son, Mike, is a student at Alvernia University, as small Franciscan school in Reading Pennsylvania. Franciscan means that they are associated with the same religious order founded by St Francis of Assisi. If you are a reader of my blog, you know I consider Francis, born Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone in 1181, to be a personal favorite of mine. If I had no religious leanings, I would still be fascinated by his life.
Father Mychal Judge was also a Franciscan. They have a hall at Alvernia dedicated to him. Father Mike was also an heroic figure. In New York, Father Mike was also well known for ministering to the homeless, the hungry, recovering alcoholics (he was a recovering alcoholic himself), people with AIDS, the sick, injured, and grieving, immigrants, gays and lesbians (he was gay, but celibate) and those alienated by the Church (he disagreed with the Church regarding homosexuality) and society.
He once gave the winter coat off his back to a homeless woman in the street, later saying, "She needed it more than me." When he anointed a man who was dying of AIDS, the man asked him, "Do you think God hates me?" Father Judge just picked him up, kissed him, and silently rocked him in his arms.
Father Mike did something that Francis said we should do: "Preach the gospel at all times. When necessary, use words."
Fr. Mike was appointed the chaplain of the Fire Department of New York (FDNY) 1992. He would be found with the firefighters at all hours offering encouragement and support and counseling. He loved the fire department and they loved him.
On 11 September 2001, Father Mike was with the FDNY he loved so much on that terrible day. Father Mike administered the Last Rites to some lying on the streets, then entered the lobby of the World Trade Center North Tower, where an emergency command post was organized. There he continued offering aid and prayers for the rescuers, the injured and dead.
When the South Tower collapsed at 9:59 am, debris went flying through the North Tower lobby, killing many inside, including Fr Mike. At the moment he was struck in the head and killed, he was repeatedly praying aloud, "Jesus, please end this right now! God, please end this!", according to Fr Mike's biographer and New York Daily News columnist Michael Daly.
Mychal Judge was designated as "Victim 0001," recognized as the first official victim of the September 11, 2001 attacks. Other victims perished before him including air crew, passengers, and occupants of the towers, but Judge was the first certified fatality because his was the first body to be recovered and taken to the coroner.
His body was found by a Police Lieutenant who with the help of two firefighters and two civilians, lifted his body from the rubble and were photographed carrying him to St Peter's Church, which is about a block from the towers and there laid on the altar. It became one of the most famous images related to 9/11. The Philadelphia Weekly reports the photograph is considered an American Pietŗ.
Father Mychal Judge lived what he believed. He is a hero in my book.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
A couple of days ago I posted about my upcoming 40 Year High School reunion. I wrote about how at our 10 year reunion, I met up with my old girlfriend Teresa and I recounted how she'd already been divorced twice and was working on D3 already. How she was adding a room on the trailer to accommodate her five kids (!) and how my dear wife laughed all the way home.
A reader, Patycake7 gently scolded me: "I THINK YOU'LL BE SURPRISED NOT ONLY W/THE METAMORPHASIS INTO YOUR PARENTS, BUT HOW MANY OF THOSE "PARENTS" HAVE HAD KNEE AND HIP REPLACEMENTS, AND HOW MANY WALKERS AND CANES ARE IN THE ROOM. TRY TO BE GENTLE AND SYMPATHETIC!LOL NOT EVERYONE CAN RUN A MARATHON AT YOUR AGE. POOR TERESA; AS MY MOTHER ALWAYS SAID, "MORE TO BE PITIED THAN SCORNED."
I actually have seen pictures of some of my classmates and while I don't think I will see too many walkers and hip replacements yet, at age 58, I won't be surprised if I see one or two. As for running the marathon, I know there will be a few fellow runners there, but most are in the exact same boat I found myself rowing four years ago ... headed for a heart attack or stroke because of horrible health habits. I promise to not lecture.
Regarding poor Teresa. I must admit a certain amount of schadenfreude at the fact that she very unceremoniously tossed me over and yet I wound up in a stable long lasting marriage. Further, She(WMBO) was laughing, not at Teresa's predicament of living in a trailer with 5 children, but she was laughing all the way home at the picture of me being the one adding a room to it. (I have since finished two basements, restored an old home, added a room to that home, and built two roofed areas outside my house.)
As for us becoming our parents, well, it happens to all of us. I have become my father, for better or worse. When I was a young man, Dad told me that if I ever got serious with a girl, I should get to know her mother, because that who I would be married to in 20 years. So I got to know Jane and I loved her a lot and I miss her now a lot. Unfortunately, I wound up 30 years later married to my Father-in-law. She(WMBO) became the wrong parent!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I find this to be a clever message.
Original site: failbook.failblog.org/2011/09/26/fun
It also applies to SparkPeople. I am not saying anything bad about SparkPeople, I'm just saying that we should remember to use this site with our eyes open. Have you ever noticed the little line under the ads?
SparkPeople advertisers help keep the site free! www.sparkpeople.com/resource/motivat
I have noticed some ads that are targetted to me: my locale, my age group, my gender, my running, etc. I know that I provided that information when I signed up and that's how the advertisers know
Some of the comments on the original site:
RS -- This comic is cleverly worded, but itís hardly a Facebook-specific observation. The same is true for any website, tv channel, &c. that doesnít charge money, and even a lot that do.
Steve -- Not quite correct. If you USE IT and donít pay for it, youíre the product. If you DONíT use it and DONĒt pay for it, youíre just an amused bystander.
If you have information you want protected, protect it! My wife does not wish to have heer name "out there." So I always refer to her as She(Who Must Be Obeyed). I abbreviate it as She(WMBO).
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