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I Dare You To Move

Kindness is contagious!

Kindness is contagious!

 

 

I believe that everything happens for a reason. Life truly amazes me and I find the irony hard to swallow at times. I also find that the  way things are right there when I need them to be a little bit more uncanny than just coincidence sometimes. I truly feel that I am watched over and blessed. Could this be something that my mind makes up, just to make me feel better? Perhaps … anything is possible … but they DO say that ignorance is bliss. I’m a blissful person these days.

This morning I woke up thinking about the girl I am trying to get home to see. Never in my entire life have I felt more accepted and understood by someone. She accepts all my little quirks, my writing and she even tells me that she feels so connected and moved by my writing. That word that she said was stuck in my head … she felt moved. This was going around and around in my head this morning and I pondered things. I thought about the things that had moved me, in days gone by and in my present. I remembered a guy I had known named Lance.

Lance was very short. He’d been born with a congenital heart defect and while growing up, he’d had to have many surgeries as he grew, to accommodate for the growth in his heart. The doctor’s would go in and make repairs so that he could live. Lance told me one time, over a few beers, that he had died five times on the operating table. He told me that each time he had out of body experiences that he couldn’t explain. Lance told me unbelievable details of the light, looking down on his body, meeting with peers on the other side that were his mentors. He recalled in detail the conversations that they’d had. He remembered that there were five of them, he swears we all have five people on the other side who act on our behalf at all times. He explained to me that our lives were a road map that we had taken a part in planning before we were born.

Lance told me that we all chose the things were supposed to learn in this life, before we were born into it. He told me that we chose the hardships, knowing that when it happened to us, our soul would not remember our planning. It was meant to purify us and teach us. It was the chance to grow from experiences and become greater than we were. It is all in the name of education. He dramatically recalled his ‘conference’ with his mentors and how they told him where he’d made progress and where he needed more work. Then he described how he felt himself sucked back into the body and would wake in recovery. It happened to him each time that his heart had ceased to beat, while hooked to bypass for the repairs he would need to continue living.

I highly doubt that Lance knows that the conversations we had almost 20 years ago would shape me the way that they do now.  Especially considering the fact that I would often get so drunk with Lance that I’d need to be driven home. I was very close to being an alcoholic. I think I was trying to dull the pains that I felt over being gay, crushing on straight women and always thinking that there was no one out there for me. I truly believed that I was going to live a solitary life.

All these years later, I’ve come to learn that none of us are solitary. We are all touched by the world around us at all times. The repercussions of my conversation with Lance, from the year 1989, to the man who asked me to help him with his computer last night, to the gentleman who offered me advice on where to get tires this morning. We all touch each other. It wasn’t until this morning that I made the connection of this song and daring someone to “move” – realizing that you don’t just move yourself….you move EVERYTHING with every move you make.

Your movement moves the air around you, molecules pass around the planet because of the breeze you create. I don’t care who you are and how insignificant you think you may be. You touch thousands of people, even with just intentions. Molecules can carry charges, positive or negative. Thoughts are electrical impulses, traveling along molecules. People can catch a ‘vibe’ because it really is a thing! I’ve come to realize that every good thought I put out there is coming back to me, tenfold. I’m happy. I am happy in a way that I have never felt happiness before.

DJ said to me that she was happy for me that I’d found this happiness and resolved myself with my life and come to terms with my past. She gets it! How can she possibly be so wise? She’s amazing … but she really gets it all and she gets me. This just makes my happiness and my amazement with life feel as if it may overflow. Then it hits me … it is supposed to. How many of you feel better when you read this? Can you carry this mood to the next person in some way?? Imagine a world where your thoughts can attract similar things to you. This is the world in which you live!!

Surround yourself with happiness and happy people. When you see someone who is sad, reach out to them and do something that makes them happy. Spread joy and love and plant the seeds of love wherever you can. Tend to this garden each day and watch it grow in your life.  I dare you to make your life and the world a better place. You will reap what you sow. I may be one person, but I realize that this one person is reaching thousands of others and if you all reach thousands, then that turns into millions in no time. We can make the world a happier place. My friends,  today I dare you to move by moving others!

 

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Waiting On The World To Change

We Are Always Where We Are Supposed To Be Each Moment of Each Day

I had some fantastic conversations with people over the last month. Many people might argue that the last month was a very bad one for me. Honestly, I’ve had worse and I have had so many things that have taught me about perspective over the last year that I don’t see it that way at all. In fact, I view it as an opportunity to look deeper at the situation and take the chance I’ve been given to make a change.

Let’s take a look at things from a different perspective. A month ago, I found myself stuck in the parking lot at a Walmart in an area of town that wasn’t perfect but it was close to the plasma center where I could donate plasma for a few bucks here and there when I needed cash. I was close to food, gas and all the necessities I could want. I stayed there a month. I’d make my way to the Pilot station a couple miles away when I could afford the gas. I’d pay $10 and take a shower and wash my clothes. Then I’d make my way back to Walmart. I sat in the McDonald’s and worked. I’ve written this blog and all my books from the road. Not one single word has been written from anywhere I would have called ‘home’ in any way. A remarkable feat perhaps? I’ve written 5 books this year and published them, all from restaurant tables and fast food booths.

Chick-Fil-A Management Proves They Really Do Suck

I think I am proof that you can overcome most any obstacles in life if you really want to. You can also make a difference in other lives, no matter how bad you have it in your own. For example, Shana was stuck at the McDonald’s when I arrived on the scene. She’d been living in her car since escaping an abusive boyfriend in Maine. She came back to FL only to find that her family had disowned her for running off with him to begin with. She’d had an alcohol problem so her family didn’t want her back in their lives. They lived right across town and left her there to suffer. One night, Chick-Fil-A had her car towed so she was without anything to sleep in or get around. She was totally stranded. I thought that they considered themselves a Christian owned company? I won’t get started since they hate my kind and I steer clear of them all together. This kid, in her 20’s was in a legitimate mess now.

I got to know her over sweet tea and sharing a booth to use our computers. I gave her my extra cell phone charger because it fit her phone and hers had been towed away in her car, along with all her clothes and possessions. I bought her a couple burgers one day when I friend of mine sent me fifty bucks and then refused to let me pay her back, claiming it was a Christmas present. God has been good to me. I’ve been blessed with good people. I used the money to buy her something to eat. I spoke to the manager at McDonald’s about the girl. He told me that she’d been there non-stop for two days and I explained to him that she was homeless and had no where to go. Would he mind letting her sleep in a booth overnight without hassling her? He graciously agreed and told me he felt terrible – had he known he would have told her how to get to the shelter. I took the information about the shelter. Shana had no way to get there and at the time, I had no gas or oil money to take her either.

The next night, I saw a cop and I approached her and talked to her about Shana. The cop was a great woman and I think that most cops are great people. They are there to help, not hassle. She told me that she would take Shana to the shelter herself. I went into McDonald’s and I talked to Shana, because I knew she was petrified of cops because of her previous history. I told her that they just wanted to help her. She hugged me and went with the cop to the shelter. That’s one kid off the street. I won’t say what I think about her family.

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Burr Redeems His Generation In My Eyes

A few days later, I met Burr. Mister “Thug” but he had the guts to come up and ask if he could sit with me so he could charge his cell phone. He was a perfect gentleman and I could tell he meant no harm whatsoever. He sat down and we ended-up having a fantastic conversation. This kid quoted Henry Ford and I told him all about Napoleon Hill and Andrew Carnegie. We talked business. Burr was fascinated with me working for myself and writing books. He was running his own resale business and operating by getting freebies from Craigslist and then taking them to a location and basically “yard selling” them for profit. Not a bad idea. I’d once thought of it myself. The things some people away are good! I was happy to have met this kid. I gave him some advice, he wrote down titles of books I suggested and I honestly felt better about the future of the world after talking to this fella.

Yesterday, I bumped into a couple who recognized me from another day they were in McDonald’s. I told them my story. We chatted about life in general. I’ve had AMAZING conversations with people young and old. I’ve learned something in the last month. We ALL want the same things. People just want to be happy. People are complaining and wanting peace and a better life than what we have now. There is an underlying agreement that treating others with more kindness is what is needed.

When Perfect Strangers Make You Weep

As I was getting ready to fix my oil leak, I stood in line and watched a woman struggling with her boxes. Things fell out of her cart. I helped her and two others moved to help. We all had a laugh in line. She mentioned that kindness today was so hard to find but seemed more genuine when you did find it. She said she was doing the 26 Random Acts of Kindness this year and had already paid for someone’s gas – $26 – just a couple of days before. She said the man looked down and out and looked just like her younger brother whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. She paid for his gas and she said he broke down and cried and hugged her. Then she cried. Everyone in line at Walmart was choked-up.

Why We Are Where We Are – Perspective!

This morning, my dog insisted on going the way he wanted when doing his morning business. He drug me onto the sight of a mattress in the woods, with a bottle of Mountain Dew sitting next to it. I realized that we’d stumbled across some homeless person’s sleep spot. Tomorrow morning, so I don’t run into them and embarrass anyone or put myself in any potential danger, I will leave off a bag of chips and another soda. If it is gone the next morning, I’ll leave more. If I am sure they are coming still, I will leave a blanket too.

You see, I believe that the way MY life is going is fine. I believe that I am where I am SUPPOSED TO BE. The fact that I need tires and have to stay here a few days to a week … well, that just means that I’m going to be needed here by someone. There’s important business at hand – changing the world.

In 2013, I implore you to look around yourself. Listen to the people around you. Someone close to you is suffering, I guarantee it. Step up to the plate, this is your chance to knock it out of the park. Take another look at your life. For example, if I’d just seen my oil leak as a huge and awful thing that was meant to just keep me down I could have easily become depressed. I could have sunk so low into my own grief that I might have become angry and grumpy with people. Instead, I chose to take a different perspective on it and look at what happened. Sometimes bad things happen for a reason, they really do! When you want to move on and you can’t, there is a reason that you are supposed to be where you are for the time being. Try saying “okay” and opening your eyes and ears, knowing that the opportunity to touch a life is in the works and you should get ready. I promise that it happens!

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The Real Meaning of Christmas

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I am positive that the epiphanies I had over the summer and the realizations I have had about life and my purpose here are all correct. Why?? Because this is the FIRST Christmas in YEARS that I haven’t felt really bad or depressed. I know some of you worry about me…I read your messages and your emails. I appreciate it, but this year I am filled with a sense that everything is as it is supposed to be. I feel content in many ways that I never have before. True, I wish that I was somewhere else right now…but I’ve also realized that part of my current lessons in life are about patience. It’s a hard lesson to learn. I have never been a patient person, partly due to the ADD brain of mine, I’m sure. Still, I can be better and this year I resolve that I will.

This is the first Christmas in many years I have not cried and thought about Christmas’ past. It’s the first year I haven’t gotten melancholy thinking about my parents or my childhood. This is a good sign to me that I have honestly, finally, moved beyond so much of the traumas that I kept a secret for so many years. I’ve stuck my neck out a lot this year. I have stood up to some people. I have made decisions to say things that I knew would be controversial and may be met with opposition. I’ve stood my ground, I’ve looked inside of myself to learn the answer to the age old question, “who am I?” and I think I have finally gotten answers for the first time.

As I sit here in a McDonald’s, being thankful I could eat something totally awful today, I am watching three little girls who are sitting in a booth. They are very good girls and I am sure that they are the children of one of the woman working here today. I imagine she is a single mom. Her girls are dressed nicely; very cute in fact. All three girls have their hair braided, they are wearing dresses and converse sneakers. 🙂 They are beautiful girls, obviously mixed because they have the gorgeous golden colored skin that I have always thought was such a perfect color. They are playing with their new Christmas ‘toys.’ The oldest has a laptop (I am guessing she’s about 12), the middle child is about 9-10 and she has what looks like a Kindle Fire and the youngest child, who looks about 5, has one of the pads for kids, for reading and games. I am sure that their mom worked countless hours for these gifts and the girls seem well-deserving. I just wonder if they couldn’t have gotten these any other time of the year? Why the big push to have these sorts of gifts under a tree? What about the mom who is working on Christmas Day today, probably to pay for these gifts? What sacrifice is enough that these girls spend their day sitting in a booth at McDonald’s to be able to spend time with mom and the fact that no babysitter would stay with them while mom had to work? These things make me very sad.

I can see my RV, across the street in the Walmart parking lot. Th only other thing there is a Walmart truck, parked right in front of me. As I sit here, I am thankful to not be a part of the madness of Christmas this year. I’ve had a growing disdain for the holidays for a few years. This year it is safe to say that it has all come to a head. I’ve never seen so much chaos. The commercialism makes my stomach turn. This year I saw countless things to make me despise the holidays. I saw two fist fights in the Walmart parking lot. I have seen about 3 shoplifters arrested in stores. I’ve seen hundreds of children having meltdowns, being drug around well after 10 pm at night by parents who seem to not understand that quality time with your children is more important than making them suffer so you can buy them a present that lights up their face one morning, one day out of the year! I have heard no less than one dozen couples having arguments right in front of their kids. Most of which included profanity that my parents NEVER uttered in front of me…and believe me, my parents both swore like sailors. My father NEVER called my mother a bitch. My mother NEVER called my father a dick. NEITHER of them EVER said the F-word. I’ve heard all of that and more this year. I’ve also heard CHILDREN saying things that would have gotten me back-handed right then and there! Now, I’m not advocating that people should be smacking their kids across the face because I don’t think that is necessary. I will say that a swat on the butt wouldn’t hurt and that washing a mouth out with soap once in a while will shut that lil’ mouth too.

I look at society and I wonder where in the heck it all went wrong. When did we start caring more about things and less about people? I think my Christmas next year will be vastly different than the one this year. I have a good feeling that I won’t be quite so alone next year. I still will not spend one dime buying Christmas presents next year. (Sorry honey!) I’d rather shower you with little things all year long and then spend some quality time together baking, snuggling and watching old movies. Decorating a tree is a wonderful tradition, but I don’t fill it with packages underneath. I might make you a little something special and slip it under the tree, I might take you to see a movie on Christmas Day, but I am never going to do the holidays like this ever again!

I hope that you all have a wonderful Christmas day. I’d like to shout out to my friend Skye Isono, who got the real spirit this year and caught the meaning of Christmas. Skye spent her morning getting warm clothes out the homeless people on the streets of Houston. THAT is what Christmas is about. Please, let me remind you that the program called 26 Acts is happening this year. If you agree with me, that the world could be a better place, and if you feel that Skye is a great example, join me this year in committing 26 random acts of kindness, in honor of the people who died at Sandy Hook this year. It shouldn’t be just for that reason. Kindness should be shared from a place in your heart that so many of us have lost touch with and really need to find. If you pass on anything to your children, let kindness be the thing they remember you for. Amen. Merry Christmas to you all.

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