Sometimes the Other Side Wins. BOOYAHHH

 

Every Day--Its about Choices. Its about being Committed. Its about keeping that Promise to Ourselves.

Been to the gym almost every day for the last couple of years. Most of the time I worked out. Riding the stationary. Taking Zumba class. Lifting or lying on the mats doing some Yoga. Its not something I broadcast. Its just something I've done. It was a commitment that I made to myself when I didn't think I had many days left. Diagnosed with CHF, I knew that if nothing else, I would do this. Of course, I made the promise to the Big Smile. This was part of the bargain. This was the Cross I would bear.

There have been millions of others when faced with the circumstances, they chose similar roads.

Stuart Scott, the great ESPN broadcaster, passed today. Cancer won this battle. However, I don't think it won overall. Some times the other team wins. Its just part of the dance. What matters is how one faces these circumstances.

Yesterday, a seven year old was in an airplane accident with her parents. Everyone on board died. Except for her, of course. Wearing one sock and traveling through the woods, miles from the crash. She walks to a stranger's house and informs her the situation. 911 is called and the child is probably in the custody of Child services. She got up and with everything crashing around her. How can one not be inspired to rise again? If this seven year old could do it, it would be dis-service to not do the same.

We are faced with stuff. Every single day. Choosing to lie in bed and watch Tv. Choosing to be nice and be rude. Choosing to put on that pair of socks and hoodie to go to a class. Its choosing the 30 day plank test. Or 30 day push up test. Or 30 day crunch test. Its how we decide on what to do.

Drove my Aunt to a family party in Camarillo. It would be a two hour drive there. It would couple hours to get home. Really did not plan to go. It was a Cousin's thing so I was content on staying Home and being having nice quiet dinner. Still, it turned out to be good. One cousin said "I was Happy that you came." I often don't come by.  I've been distant. We always think we have time to make it up. We don't.

It's my cousin Christopher's birthday tomorrow. Actually, it was today. He's on the other side of the world. There's drama brewing. Between him and his Mom. Also between His Mom and Wife. Can't even say, "HBD" on your Son's BDay. All I can do SMH. Won't pretend to understand the dynamics. Won't attempt to understand the timeline that made this situation the way it is. Such is the nature of life.

We are in circumstances. Some terrible. Some not so much.

Its how we face these life circumstances that colors our Soul.

"BooYah" "Cool as the other side of the Pillow" "He's Heating Up"--Stuart Scott.

Its the work that you do that people remember. They see the stuff that one can not hide. We have a predetermined time on this rock to do what ever we chose to do. Sometimes people climb great mountains. Other times the sink into depravity of despair and isolation. Don't think we are to live a "No Man's an Island" Life style. I suspect we are destined for something greater, something more.

Maybe this fairy tale thinking. In all honesty, I am okay with that. I rather live in world Making Dreams Happen, instead of just surviving in Reality. I think we need some Magic. It what Propels us. It is what Compels us. It is just that natural elevation our Souls to Aspire to. Its an Ascension from the Mudane. Like Salmon coming Home. There is undeniable force to return Home. To Be Higher.

So in the end. I believe its about "Every Day--Its about Choices. Its about being Committed. Its about keeping that Promise to Ourselves." Its a Promise for some thing Higher.

Cocoa

Half of the garage is clean. More organized is better description. Clean, that may be pushing it a little. Christmas lights are bagged and boxed. ready for a 11 months of dormancy. Still there are other Christmas decorations needing the same care.

A dog is outside trying to win our hearts. She's a stray I think.Always with tail between her legs. She ventures up and down the street. Suggested that dog catchers be called because the idea of her being out at night concerns me. Heard a few neighbors shoo her away. Even tried to find shelter in the garage. Can't help but feel sorry and upset about not taking her in. Its been such a long time to have a canine companion. There's been Magic and Tina and Ewok. I can say that some of the way I've seen animals being just discarded made me upset.

For a long time when our dog Magic ran away, I was distraught. Drove around the block for days looking for Him. For two week straight I visited the County Animal shelter hoping Magic would be there. Its rough seeing dogs in these facilities. In a few weeks, probably less, they would be euthanized. Not  a very happy reality.

I remember coming home one day. Seeing all this blood in the street. It was horrible sight. Something bad happened and I just beside myself. My dog Ewok got in a fight with the neighbors dog. Ewok was a tiny mutt that would snuggle up with you under the blankets at night..When I learned that Ewo had passed, it was over with. Wrapped Ewok in a blanket and drove around for hours. I was so angry. Blamed my Dad for this. Must have left the door open and Ewok got out. My relationship with my Dad was never the same. Rightly or wrongly, I blamed him. I shouldn't have. Never was the same after that.

When I see a dog on the street, I purposely become distant. That emotional connection and lost was devastating. I know this not very logical and I should open my heart to these unfortunate strays. It is so hard at times. Seeing this Dog, people have called Cocoa. I just want to take her in and just love her. They need to be taken care of. Got so angry when some of the kids started shooting Cocoa with their soft bullet guns. they are the plastic kind that doesn't cause damage. Well, not physical damage. Emotional, that is another story. There was this playful glee that got my ire up. Shouted at the kids to "Stop" I know I scared them. Rarely do I get angry. I do know when there is resonance and bass when my angry tone project. Kids just stopped as if been pushed by angry bus. Not great imagery. Still, I could feel tears begin to well up.

Tears are my own. One for scaring the kids. Two for the stray Cocoa having no home on the cold wintery night. Won't go right or wrong of the situations. Won't show pictures either. Its a harsh reality and I must for now grin and bear it. Maybe I am supposed to take Cocoa in. Maybe I supposed to let her find her a home.

I think of the homeless people on the streets. All they want is a chance. I see them holding up signs on the freeway onramps and off ramps. It would be an easy twist of Fate to be in their same shoes. Two or three bad luck events and poor choices and one could be a stray like Cocoa looking for a caring Home to take her in. If this were an easy fix, taking in the Homeless, why hasn't it been eliminated from our society? Tough choices people make. Going to Church, I hear the story of Forgiveness, of Redemption, of Divine Intervention. With matters like these, it is hard to imagine these Fairy tales being true. Maybe it is true? Maybe Miracles happen? Maybe all it takes is just taking in a stray like Cocoa in. With this act the world becomes a better place.

I don't know.