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My Heart

It’s not about us…

It may not always go my way, I might not understand the road I’m on, but I have to thank everyone who encourages me on the trip. I’m 13 days away from starting an emotional roller coaster that drains every ounce of energy in my body.

I haven’t secret tricks to play, I have nothing that hasn’t been done before by many other teams over the last 15 years. But as the leader of this trailblazing, ass kicking, God fearing, ever loving team of miracle workers even I fall to doubt.

It may be a millisecond that I let fear in my heart, but it is totally destroyed by the love of families that let me into their lives, doctors who share their previous stories and a hospital that has saved my life and the lives of countless others.

So I look to those who have my back now, 5 years ago, 10 years ago and 15 years ago on a ride that I am still on.

Thank you for your love, your support and your determination.

Years ago, I thought I knew what my path was intended to be.

I was wrong.

I wasn’t intended to be a big shot, nor a hero to others. I was merely a man, on a path that to this day confounds me.

I am still not what I want to be, but if you look back on the man I was 15 years ago and now, I have become the man I needed to be for others.

I am not a slave, but a servant.
I am not just a teacher but merely a guide.
I am not the man, but one he counts on.
I am not rich, but I am far from poor.
I don’t live the dream that my father wanted for me but the one that my father help me make.

I am a friend to all and I have never known a stranger.
I am someone that has a smile when you need one.
I am the one who really does care when I ask, “What’s wrong?”

And I have a mission on this Earth.

I won’t be used for others selfish reasons without allowing it.

I will call when you think you are all alone or the one you call when you need someone to listen.

I am ready for challenges, hopes, dreams, ambitions and with my heart open wide I look to you my friends to see what I can do for you. I’ve emptied my heart and my soul to you.

What does your heart tell me?

Called to make a play

Behind every man is a boy. A boy who hurts, who wants to win to prove his father proud. But yet he is still a boy. A man has to go through heartache and loss to know what pain is. He has to go through triumph and victory to know that he doesn't ever want to taste defeat for it is too bitter a taste for him to suffer through. But yet, he stands and stares, looking past me, to his father in the stands. Looking for approval, looking for acknowledgment.

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Which Quote should I write up next?

More upcoming pieces of fun : -)

Thank You… am I your bitch?

Loving life, living the dream.

Don’t sweat the petty stuff, Don’t pet the sweaty stuff.

“If your job consists of wearing a giant pizza hat, you’ve probably have made a serious career wrong turn.”

“I’m working your motor, bitch.”

“Somewhere… a janitor is crying” -Sean

“I’m listening to an old drunk guy take a piss one drop at a time.”

“That’s two devil’s and a douche…”

“Look, there is a man with a muskrat on his face…”

“We can show them our gun but we are not giving them the bullet”

“I’m a man I can’t help it”

“Well son, you can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see what fills up first.”

“Between the hailstone and the Tornaders, they must hate us in Oklahoma”

“Awwww, your little drink is soo cute, what are you compensating for?”

“I got wacked by a dumb chick in pink.”

“Between the hailstones and the Tornadoes, God must hate us in Oklahoma” -Gary Cox

Brooklyn enjoyed the peace before sunrise.  It was hunting season and he sat in his cold duck blind looking at his faithful companion. No, it wasn’t his wife. She was back home getting ready for the season as best she could, looking through catalogs.

Every year Brooklyn took to the lake in southwest Oklahoma and forced her to come to the lake house. Well, forced is a weak explanation. Sara spent most of her time smoking her Virginia Slims and waiting for Brooklyn to come home with the bounty. On the days that he was home early she could hear the laugh in his voice as his hunting friends came through the door with stories and the quick peck on the cheek as he laid the ducks one by one outside on the patio table. Once for pictures and once to start the destruction to dinner. He took such care in preparing his favorite duck egg rolls and fried rice and Sara knew to kept out of his way.

“Good morning honey,” she always say to him.

“What a day, you should have seen Lucky here. I shot one group bout 30 yards out and before they hit the ground he had claimed them and was bringing them back to me,” Brooklyn said as he put a piece of smokeless tobacco in his mouth. He petted his jet black lab and watched as Lucky started his pattern of patrolling the premises before he laid down on his cushion near the door. Brooklyn knew that with the workout that Lucky had this morning he would be passed out before long. Read more…

Ladies and Gentlemen…

It is time for me to start writing again.

A lot of things have happened to me from my accident to my recent illness. But I’ve realized that it is necessary for me to move on.

I’m still not feeling well but after I look at this amazing picture of perspective, everything that I worry about is meaningless.

Are you ready to explore this giant blue marble of my mind again?

Going back to the quote-o-matic (http://www.donahue.org/2011/06/09/which-quote-should-i-write-up-next/) and getting a post ready for you!!

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