TIGER TAILS

For the sake of full disclosure let me start by stating that i am not a big fan of Tiger Woods. I never have been. I have been awe struck and fascinated at his incredible ability. I have watched dumbfounded at some of the shots he has made and the events he has won. But i never was a, ''Fan''. I didn't dislike him i just found him hard to like. I preferred to cheer on the underdogs and the guys you just wanted to do well but so often let us down on the course. I have also been the perpetrator of infidelity. I have cheated. That having been said, here is my 1 cent on the whole TIGER DRAMA.

Is what Tiger did a Bad thing? NO doubt about it. Is it self destructive? Yes it is. Does it cause unmeasurable collateral damage? Bigger then an ''A'' Bomb. Should he be ashamed of his conduct? Absolutely! Is it anyone's business what he did, (or ''who'' for what matter) or how he conducts his off the links life? NOT A CHANCE!!! Oh yes before you start pounding your PC keys with the regular '' he is a role model'', ''he has an obligation to his fans'', ''he is a public figure''. Just hold your fingers up in the air for a few seconds and contemplate the following;

Have you ever made a mistake? Done things your not particularly proud of nor want to share with even your closest friends and family? Do you have skeleton's in your closet? The answer to those questions is 100% YES. If you said NO your either delusional, a liar or the most boring person on the face of the earth. There in lies the issue. This story is not about his golf, his conduct in the field of play, his contribution to numerous charities, his community participation or anything to do about the athlete. Its about his life, a life not private simply due to the profession he chooses. The profession he has become the face of. A blogger at yahoo sport wrote in part this, ''But that just-golf-it mindset doesn't account for the fact that Woods is not "just a golfer," he's the public face of an entire corporation. What he does on his own time is not his own business, not when his actions can do financial harm to those who have invested hundreds of millions in his image. That financial impact, not the "more mistresses or more majors?" question, is the real story here''. BUT IN FACT THAT IS NOT THE REAL STORY HERE. That is how you fuel the fire but more importantly how you fuel the justification to continue to make an issue of someones private life and conduct.

What is currently going on in Woods and his families life isn't a game, its not a highlight reel. It's not to be dissected on Sports Centre or the sports sections of your favorite newspaper. What it is, is numerous peoples lives being dramatically changed forever. Tiger is as much responsible for his image as those in the media and the corporate sponsors who lined up to make him the face of THE TOUR, THE SPONSORS and the GAME. The talking heads and the media lapped up his every move, his every historical shot, his superhuman ability like dying men in a desert who just found water. It was ugly. The groping (used for effect here) over him was rather perverse. So before anyone claims that he alone claimed the title as, ''the face of Golf'' needs to know they are as much responsible for him being the face of golf as Tiger himself. Yet now as the face gets less attractive comes the holier then thou, ''we are good and you are bad'' shame on you Tiger, attacks at which the media is so well versed. The shark frenzy for blood and guts, sensationalism and pure absurdity.

Tiger Woods is and was the face of golf because everyone made him that. The haters as well as the die hard fans. I never saw Tiger contribute in any way to his fame off the course other then by simply being who he was on the golf course. It was his play, his ability to out smart his opponents, his ability to stay upright while those around him crumbled to their knees. His ability to make the shots that mortal men and golf pro's alike could only dream of. Tiger was often criticized for not being friendly enough, for being dull and monotone during interviews, for not opening up about his life, for coming across as condescending, for not being more personable. Yet you couldn't attack his game. Oh yes, over the short 13 years he has dominated golf we have heard the talking heads in the booth with a microphone tell us what is wrong with his swing, every broadcaster, ex pro or guy who once held a club had advice for Tiger and his game. They knew what he needed to fix and why. They spewed crap at an industrial rate and all the while Tiger went on winning. As he did, The Tour, The Players, The Sponsors, The Fans, and The Media went on riding the coat tails of his greatness.

Since this escapade has broken I have listened to fellow players take stabs at Woods now that he is down. Where they could not beat him or surpass him on the links they now try into the microphone and become simply another voice amongst the talking heads. I have listened to them deny or downplay his importance to the sport. I have wanted to vomit from second class players who rode the same coat tails as the sponsors, broadcast corporations and the media to record setting amounts of money. There is something very wrong with listening to a bunch of millionaires attack the one person who allowed them to become what they are today. You get to see the true spirit of a man when asked to comment on the life of another. You see their true colors at that moment. You see their insight into themselves and how each of them has or has not accepted that this moment in golf history is not about taking down a man but helping to rise him up. So many of them have failed. John Daly perhaps the most unlikely character given his own challenges said, "I'm not happy with the way some of our players have responded. I think that's their way of getting back, because they know they can't beat him at golf''. "I pray and hope they both get through it and if they ever need anything from me, both of them, I'll be happy to talk to them because I love them both. "He said he had tried to contact the fallen superstar. "I feel like if there's anybody in this world -- after what I've gone through, the ups and downs -- I might give him some advice," Daly said. "They always say there is nobody bigger than the game of golf, but right now in these times there is, and it's him." He seems to be one of the few players who has remotely a clue.

I have listened to the sponsors as they withdraw their support and how they candy coat their own tainted images at the expense of Tigers. It is sickening and distasteful and it smells bad. I believe that the true demonstration of greatness of an organization is not how it capitalizes on something that is good for it, but how it handles what might potentially be bad for it. How it recognizes and resists the pressure from the zealots. How it stands behind something that needs fixing. That is the true demonstration of a company i want to do business with. Not one that decides to abandon its face simply because it doesn't like the view in the mirror. When the new television deal is negotiated and new calls for sponsorship dollars are made by a Tour without Tiger we'll see just how much class these corporations really have. Don't hold your breath!

There is a true sadness to this story. It is about a woman, two children and countless other family members dramatically affected by a man's conduct. A family that in many ways will never ever be the same regardless of how Woods and his wife decide to proceed. This event, this indiscretion will forever be part of their fabric. The fact is they will move on from this, with dedication and commitment they can raise their children well and live good lives. You would think however by reading some aspects of the story as told by the talking heads that he had murdered people. No in effect he did not. He did what millions (notice i said millions not a few thousand) men have done in their lives. Cheat on there wife. It is shameful, and to underestimate its impact is to dismiss it out of hand as nothing more then men being men. That is a piss poor excuse. It shouldn't be downplayed or diminished it is what it is. A tragedy for all those involved. You get the sense however that this story has become far to great for the scope of the transgression. That there is some type of pornographic fascination with seeing him fall.

Someone once said, ''In the absence of truth their is only perception and perception becomes reality''. Let me ask a tough question though. Where are all the challenges to these women with whom Tiger cheated? Where is the criticism of them and their conduct, their characters? Where are the attacks? Is it a double standard?No..no..no lets not question them or their morals for sleeping with a married man. Lets not challenge them about who they are and how they conduct their lives. After all they are the victims here. Right? EXCUSE ME! There is one victim here and her name is Elin Nordegren. These other woman who took when the taking was good, who closed their eyes because the benefits (wink wink) far out weighed integrity, honesty, honor or respect. So now they come out and discuss the sordid details and share the intimacies, Its time for the truth now! WHAT? They go one TV with a rabid media only for the money because Mr. Woods wallet has dried up. The ''call girl agencies'' come forward now only because the attention and publicity can in some way replace the 25 to 60K he was rumored to have spent with them on any given weekend. It shows the level of integrity of these people and the agencies who took his dollars, protected his identity when things were good but immediately begin searching for new dollars by selling their stories now that he has gone. The disgusting part is we the public eat it up and ask no questions let alone the hard ones. These women, these agencies, are at every level and should be at every level, held equally responsible as Mr. Woods himself. Woods doesn't nor should he get a pass. Nor should these women.

The so called experts, those who have never met the man or his wife claim to know what is going on. What went on in their relationship. The talking heads tell you about how Tiger is a sex addict, how his wife should or should not leave him. About how his image is being affected. They talk about him as if they truly know the man. Those same talking heads tell us that he should come forward. That he should spill the story, the whole story. He should do that why? To appease our appetites for the little tidbits of their private life. To make us feel in the know, for damage control? I think the damage has been done and it truly matters not what else we could possibly find out. Its like saying the ship is sinking after being hit by a torpedo. It doesn't bloody well matter if the torpedo had lipstick on it and was dressed as a goat or whether 9 torpedo's hit. The ship is Frigging sinking people...AND THATS THAT!

There is a part of me that hopes that Woods goes away for 5 years. Sits on the sidelines as the Tour rallies and flounders to find the ''NEW FACE'' only to find that there was only ''ONE''. Sits by as TV ratings fall off, sponsorship dollars dry up. While the same pro's that attacked him stammer to explain the dropping attendance, rating and purses. Then i hope he returns with a belly like Craig Stadler, an Afro from the 1970's, wearing pants like John Daly is currently sporting; with a ting in his speech reminiscent of ''Huggy Bear'' from Starsky and Hutch and a stunning blonde Swede on his arm looking as beautiful as she does now. I hope he then dominates the field, destroys it and takes golf to new heights. I hope he then Beats Jack's major wins record and on that day steps up to the micro phone, looks out at the fans, the media, the Tour officials, the sponsors; shakes his head and simply says............NOTHING and walks away for good this time. Its what we all deserve for our double standards!

The Fall of Summer

Well hello people! How in the heck are you all after this glorious summer(NOT!)? Holy crap my 3 to 4 months break turned into 7 plus months. Holy Crap! Its almost Winter. Did you have a great summer? Were you well behaved? Did you drink to much and fall in your sister-in-laws pool or worst knock your mother-in-law in? Go for a pee in a poison ivy bush? Throw-up at your cousins wedding? Get caught fooling around in your neighbours spa? Play naked volleyball? Wake up in a strange bed in a strange house with someone who's name just escaped you? Huuummmmm. End up starting up a relationship with someone only to find out you were just some BET? Well I would like to say I did at least some of the above but unfortunately i did not. Summer this year consisted of two things for me, work and cursing at the bad weather. Is it just me or is there something wrong with the word, "warming" in "global warming", because if this is some scientists idea of warming I'd like to have back what we had before the whole, "the earth is dying", "inconvenient truth" era, blah..blah..blah. This summer did have some highlights and some low lights. Some moving moments and some truly screwed up moments. I am happy to be back behind the keyboard and look forward to the next 6 to 8 months trying to entertain you in some small way with somethingaboutnothing. So here is some commentary and thoughts since my last blog in May.

* Obama,Obama,Obama. Why am i starting to have flashbacks to the Jimmy Carter era? My greatest fear (after i got over not believing Americans would actually elect you) was what would you do after you got elected. I mean talk about great expectations and delivering the goods on all those stump speeches. Inheriting a dying (dead) economy, a totally screwed up and non existent foreign policy (well if you don't include water boarding), two wars (ok ok ok fighting a bunch of scarf wearing road side bombing insurgents (where did the word insurgents come from anyways?) doesn't really qualify as war but just the same. You sure set the bar high on the expectations and unfortunately your not quite exceeding or for that fact meeting them. The whole health care debate issue should have been left for after the jobs started to come back, the banks had credit to lend, your exit strategy in Iraq was in full application and you had brought some sort of stability to your national foreign policy. Unfortunately back in January i wrote a blog talking about how i feared you sounded like the new leader of a company brought in to re-engineer things with a large group of "advisers". Who then proceed to take 6 months to decide if the woman and mens Bathroom doors should be painted blue and pink. On a scale of 1 to 10 on living up to expectations (the ones you created) Barrack i have to give you a 4. I'm still in your corner man but please do something to change the direction and i don't mean sitting down for a beer with an elitist black professor and a every Saturday afternoon beer and barbecue cop. That just isn't going to avoid you being a one term President, Mr. President.

H1N1 VIRUS, yes my friends if you like many others have spent a whole lot of wasted time worrying about the axis of evil, the terrorists, midget North Koreans, holocaust denying Iranians, run away asteroids, natural resources cannibal China, etc.. Let it go because the most likely catastophic planet (or should i say human) killer will most likely come in the form of a super virus or super bug which we will have no capacity to defend against. If you look at the last few years and reflect on SARS, Avian, Swine, Pavro and H1N1; the idications are pretty clear that planes, box cutters and scarf wearing insurgents are the least of our worries. I`m Not qualified to comment further about the true capacity for all of humanity to be wiped off the face of the planet i will simply say the writing is on the..cough,cough,cough...never mind I think i have a fever!

What the hell is up with Canadian politics? Ha fooled you. Nothing is up with Canadian politics its the same old boring useless crap its always been. One note though. If you have a chance check out the secretly (yeah right) filmed speech on you tube given by our tight ass reformist/conservative leader. If you want to see who is really leading this country take a look. You get to see the true color of blue or in fact redneck. Then again we don't have any choices to turn to. Do we? We have Michael Igna... (shit i can't even be bothered to spell his name) and we have Jack ''i never met a camera i didn't like'' Layton. I mean common people is it just me or is this a joke. Its funny how no one takes us seriously.

Ok i couldn't pass up the chance to bitch about the weather. I mean common...we spend 8 months of the year wrapped in a variety of animal skins to keep us warm. All in the eternal hope for those 4 months (which are in fact 3, you can't really count May). What in the hell is going on? Did Mother nature get dumped? Did she have a mid life crisis in the midst of our lives? I got sick and tired of the weather forecasters talking about how it, really wasn't that bad". Tell me people, what profession do you know of where you can actually be wrong like 50 to 75% of the time and still keep your job? I can tell you. A meteorologist (they like to be called that instead of the weather man or woman). You know what? If you have "ologist" at the end of your professions name you need to be right more then 25% of the time. I mean imagine going to your gynecologist; being told your pregnant and it being only 25% accurate, yeah you'd be going back to that "ologist" often wouldn't you? Didn't think so! Ok so i regress let me get back to my original thought. I got tired of all the meteorologist bullcrap so I wrote down every day this summer where the daytime temperature exceeded 30 degrees (in my area). You see this year, back in April the meteorologists forecast the East of the country to have above normal temperatures with below average rain fall according to the "ologists". Well friends in my wonderful summer i recorded 6 days from June 15th to September 15 where the temp was 30 or above. That's 6 days! That's a friggin menstrual cycle in a 3 month period (wait that didn't come out right) anyways you get what I'm saying. It rained 17 out of 31 days in July..thats below normal percipitation? The summer SUCKED! Can we have back the time before global warming please! And Mother nature were really sorry that you got cheated on but please take it out on someone else or for that matter somewhere else.

BRIEF POINTS:

* Were losing to many young women and men in Afganisthan
* Welcome back the GP in Montreal in 2010...yeah baby!
* Someone please tell Quebec politicians we really don`t give a shit!
* Is Hillary Clinton a woman?
* Calling the President a liar is probably not good for your career
* Calling our prime Minister a ''kentucky fried chicken eating lip face'' is probably good for a laugh.
* Kanye West needs a copy of ''How not to be a dumb ass, lack of respect, rapping asshole For Dummies'' book.

POP IS DEAD, POP IS DEAD...for god sakes Pop died somewhere between 1988 and 1992 depends on who you listen to (literally). Well according to some it died for real this time in mid June with the untimely passing of Michael Jackson. Shit i though he died in the Thriller video back in 1984. Man am i out of date with things! My commentary on this one will be brief ( i promise) I used to think the King of Pop was all the shit. I idolized him until the nasty little bed time stories started to surface at which point i could not, regardless of his talent, continue to be a fan. I can tolerate just about anything but child abusers and women abusers just do not get anything from me but my disgust and a daunting desire to crush their skulls. Yes yes yes i know what some of you are going to say, "he was never found guilty of anything". No, but you know what? 25 million dollars, multiple accusations and a refusal to change your questionable behavior earns you a one way ticket to, GUILTY! Then there is the whole Jackson Family. If the word dysfunctional ever applied it certainly applies here. I mean for God sakes Joe Jackson, he was a child abuser himself and a woman abuser, and now Michael`s children are living in his home (there is some irony there somwhere). The sisters look like something that survived the thriller video, and if Jermaine puts anymore oil in his hair the US Energy Department is going to set up an oil rig on his head...oh and please lets not get started on Tito..what the hell kind of name is that anyways? Did the Jacksons want a Dog and instead got a son and gave it its name. When i look at the Jackson family it gives me hope for every messed up family i know.

MY SPORTS ROUND UP from the summer goes something like this: No major for Tiger, poor Winnie the Pooh. Pittsburgh wins the lords cup, i can live with that..not like the Habs were going to win it...get used to it cause it isn't happening this year either. The Habs get sold..thank God..lets hope the Molson brothers can turn back time. Unfortunately they can't turn back the experiment Gainey decided to try out. Serena Williams mouth...holy potty mouth...Serena and Mother nature have something in common and it starts with 28 day cycle. Looks like Yankees in another world series match up only to win. Best part of the series was the performance of Alicia and Jay-Z with ''empire state of mind'' that is on awesome tune.Holy US open Tennis upset...Roger is getting older and its starting to show. NFL season looks promising perhaps atleast 6 legitimate super bowl contenders. Michael Jordan is an ass...he shows how sportsmanship should not work...hey Michael that chip on your shoulder looks like a battery. Speaking of sportsmanship...Could someone throw Gary Bettman off a cliff...I've already started laughing at the Leafs for this year...i'd love to see an NHL team in Hamilton...The AL's will fail in the playoffs..AGAIN! Watch out for flying car parts if you drive in Formula 1, Watch out for flying cars if you drive in NASCAR. Can you say FAST as in Usain Bolt Fast.

Well friends that just about brings me back up to date on the last 7 months i've been away. As for me i plan to add an article every week, my life is going fairly well, my new job has been going so, so, the economy is not doing what is needed to get things moving, my children are doing well, my Daughter started CEGEP and is now on her own living with her room mate in an Apartment in the city (holy crap i'm old!). I am still madly in love with a beautiful creature of a woman who is helping me change my life. I'm still working on fixing mistakes from the past and trying hard to make things right. Its not easy as my mess ups were big and hurtful to many. I still have alot of work to do.

I look forward to writing for you. Hope you had an excellent summer and here comes winter...AGAIN!

* GETTING PAST YOURSELF

So as we wander into spring, slowly my thoughts turn to summer and the incredible career challenges i face. As the warm weather approaches my schedule will turn from hectic to absolutely mind bending. So this Blog will be my last one for a little while. I might drop by from time to time to ramble on about something about nothing but in general i will take a 3 to 4 month writing vacation. I have had allot of fun over the last 5 months and i have enjoyed your comments, feedback, private e-mails, telephone calls, etc. I know the French translation was at times painful to read and i thank all my Francophone friends for their support and encouragement. This writing has helped me beyond belief and has allowed me to explore some of my worst mistakes, bad moves and inexcusable behavior while at the same time allowing me to recognize the good that still is within me. Thanks to all of you who have followed and for those of you interested there were in the last months more then 1800 of you reading each article and that my friends blew me away. See you all in the Fall.

GETTING PAST YOURSELF

Have you ever wanted to step aside from yourself? Moved yourself out of your own way? Stepped sideways to allow yourself to go by? You with me? I think at one time or another everyone has felt like they themselves are the greatest road block to achieving greater things. I believe at one time or another due to circumstances, past experiences and most of all fear we can become our own greatest enemy in actually getting past ourselves.

For everyone has a history. A story to tell. A nightmare to recount. We dig back often and fall ass first back to what we have done or not done. What we have accomplished or failed at. We look back on those things and we use them as some kind of restraint when presented with incredible opportunities. These opportunities might be in regards to our career, our family and friends and in many cases love. Regardless of what lies in front of us we use the items of our past as a justification, a reason and excuse to tell ourselves "we cannot" or "should not". That what we are being presented with is to good, to incredible to be possibly happening to us. We stand in defiance of opportunity wearing only the clothes of our past experiences. We do not want to be naked in the face of opportunity for to do so would simply mean abandoning everything we know as true. That we are not worthy of important events or people in our lives.

What happens when we cannot get past ourselves? Well in all honesty its simple. We become simply a shell. We accumulate and we store but we do not venture, we do not risk and we certainly limit our capacity for love. In essence the aspect of love and how we accept it and how we direct it towards others is the most relevant to me. I have had my share of bad experiences, i have made colossal mistakes, i have paid a terrible price and justifiably i have had to assume it all as mostly those failures, those heart aches were of my own doing. So recently when i was given a unique opportunity to move forward i have stalled. When given the opportunity to love and be loved i braked. I have applied full pressure to the brakes and have pushed myself hard away from the steering wheel to brace myself or should i say protect myself for the imminent impact. In simple terms i have failed to "Get Past myself"

Why is that? Why as humans as complex and intelligent as we are do we feel the need to stop positive things from happening to us? Why do we believe that past history has to absolutely dictate future outcomes? Is it because we truly have no desire to add additional heart ache and failures to an already overflowing filing cabinet? Is it because we listen to all the detractors who tell us we don't deserve it? That good things are no longer in the cards. That the hand has been dealt and oh and by the way, you can't lay down or pick up anymore cards. I'm not sure i understand what it is. Perhaps i have missed something. Perhaps i just don't see and what is blocking me is.....MYSELF. I know now more then ever that time has a way of circling you, of going past you and then reaching back and pulling you forward only to slingshot you to some unknown destination. I know that the past never ever goes away and when you think it does someone will be more then happy to remind you of it. That being said. Where does it stop? When do you reach the moment where your actually able to get past yourself?

For me the answer lies within another person. It lies within the ability to share out right, nakedly the truth of who who are, what you have been and what you want to be. To take full ownership of all the mess, the nonsense and then to describe it. At that moment, when you find that person who allows you to do that, who allows you to be who you want to be, what you know you can be. Who looks at you not in judgment but in admiration for your ability to want nothing better then to fix and move forward. I have had special individuals like that who i have been truly blessed to know. My friend Laurie who always understood the way to direct me past myself and who believed in me. Lisa who always saw in me the good instead of the evil. As well as many other friends who gave me hope that i could eventually get past myself.

Recently i have come into contact with another person who in my mind is as gifted as the two women i mentioned above. Her ability to take me to a place where i feel i can again be proud of who i am. Who allows me to believe that in fact i can fix my past mistakes. That those mistakes simply demonstrate a capacity for stupidity but do not define my future. Who makes me understand that in fact i am my worst own enemy and that if i just stepped aside i might, just might, be able to see who i really can be. Since meeting her i have come to understand that yes it might just be possible to get past yourself. Its not easy friends i won't BS you about that. I've tried to block her, to stop her from believing, to stop her from making me believe. It hasn't worked. This person who allows you to feel this way is uniquely special and they are not everywhere. If you tell yourself they don't or cannot exist chances are they won't or don't. You have to see something in them, understand something profound about them to go there. To allow yourself to be shown the path to moving forward. Most of all though you have to let them help you get past yourself. The trick however is you have to actually be able to see them and this step does require you to slightly move out of your own shadow, to step aside and allow them in.

My advice is this. When someone like this enters your life, you only need to leave a slight opening for them to be able to help you see. You only need a small, minuscule belief that positive in your life is still possible.Because if they are the one you will know and it won't take you years to realize it, it will happen right in front of your face as there will be nothing blocking your view and you will truly have gotten past yourself.

Thanks everyone

* IN HER EYES- DANS SES YEUX

Avez-vous jamais regardé dans des yeux de quelqu'un ? Sûr vous avez. Mais avez-vous jamais été ainsi embelli dans quelqu'un qui quand vous regardez dans leurs yeux vous voient un "Jardin Secret" Caché là-bas. La chose fascinante au sujet de voir « au delà » de ce. Ces ce rend compte juste comment fragile nous pouvons être face à l'amour. Ce Blog est principalement visé à mes amie masculines de lecture mais je pense que les femmes pourraient et agreablement surprise aussi. Dans mon esprit, Springsteen l'a capturé étonnamment avec le lyrique suivant ;




You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away

Ces mots symbolisent juste comment profondément nous pouvons obtenir et à quelle distance nous pouvons tomber dans quelqu'un donné la bonne situation. Quelle est exactement la bonne situation ? Le puits ici est le pulseur, vous n'aller savoir jusqu'à votre droite devant elle, transfixed, regardant dans ces yeux. Quel à ce point votre aller être l'une de trois choses. D'abord, votre l'un ou l'autre allant déjà être dans si profond que votre fait et n'importe quelle tentative d'évasion est futile. En second lieu, votre aller être ainsi sali vers le haut par ce que votre expérience que vos mécanismes de défense sont dans la haute vitesse et votre recherche d'une chute en arrière placent. Troisièmement, votre fonctionnement pendant votre vie. La plupart d'entre nous qui ont été dans la situation décris peut certifier au peur d'être en la deuxième position. Le premier est relativement simple et il devient injustifié de discuter. La seule chose qui peut se produire est celui qui le temps aille s'occuper vous. Le tiers est bien, joli descriptif comme la plupart d'entre nous (des mâles) est très bonne. à d'abord fonctionnant… ouais. De nouveau à la seconde. Celui-ci est une montagne russe sérieuse des émotions.

Quand vous et dans quelqu'un ci profondément que cela vous fait perdres dans son « jardin secret » puis je peux te dire que le niveau de la crainte que vous éprouverez pourrait se ranger vers le haut là avec te faire donner un coup de pied votre âne par la Mini Souris devant un couple d'un millier de personnes dans le Parc de Disney. Il n'est pas joli. Mon avis au sujet de la façon dont ceci nous effectue change de la catégorie d'âge à la catégorie d'âge. Avec tout le respect dû à mes plus jeunes lecteurs (je t'aime types) quand vous êtes dans vos années de l'adolescence en retard jusqu'à votre milieu des années 20 il y a répartissent vous conduire moins dont est du jardin secret d'une femme « secret » de non et efficacement " audacieux JE NE SUIS PAS parlant que le jardin obtiennent ainsi vos têtes hors de la gouttière. Voyez que je vous ai dit à votre âge que vous ne pouvez pas penser directement). Ma croyance est que tu doivent être au moins 26 et plus vieux (parfois beaucoup plus vieux pour ceux qui refusent de grandir) et tu doivent avoir eu au moins 1 rapport que vous pouvez décrire comme avoir été importants... importants, oui importants est relatif… mais si vous pouvez dire que vous avez vraiment aimé quelqu'un avant, alors vous soyez probablement en position à effectuer sensiblement le jour où vous rencontrez une femme, regardez dans elle des yeux et voyez son « jardin secret ».

Maintenant que nous avons établi cela. Quel prochain ? Que faites-vous ? Ahhh. . vous pensez que j'allais réellement distribuer le conseil sur cette matière. Ha ! NON ! mais ce que je ferai doit vous dire que je vis cette expérience en ce moment et je suis effrayé enormenment (oui je vien indiqué un mauvais mot et oui macho j'ai juste admis que j'ai peur d'une femme). Ma crainte provient d'une variété de secteurs. D'abord, je n'ai pas apprécié un bon rapport symbiotique avec ma mère (grève une sur des femmes). J'ai eu deux rapports échoués (les sérieux comportant la création de beaux enfants) et oui pour mémoire la chose qui a fini ces rapports était mon manque d'intégrité et honneur auxquels je parle en faveur entièrement coupable et j'accepte TOUTE responsabilité de. J'ai eu un autre rapport important dans l'intervalle et ai été trompé pour découvrir que je simplement étais tiré profit. Ce que par certains côtés j'ai mérité donné ma conduite précédente de rapport… si bonne sur elle pour obtenir un couple des projectiles dedans sur moi. Ainsi de nouveau au ici et maintenant et à trembler sous les draps à la pensée des sentiments je prends pour cette femme et l'effet qu'elle a sur moi.

Je dirai que je n'ai jamais été un grand croyant dans le destin ou le célèbre, l'amour a premiere vue.Je sais qu'il y a de la chimie qui se produit entre deux personnes et qu'elle peut souvent des périodes être volatile, imprévisible et absolument hypnotisante. J'avais l'habitude de penser que l'amour a pris du temps de se développer, cela oui vous pouvez être attiré physiquement à quelqu'un et le temps d'excédent développent un amour fort pour eux. Mon sentiment cependant tordu, est que la plupart d'amour commence par l'attraction physique et puis se développe à l'extérieur. Dans le cas particulier je suis vivant moi, je sais qu'il y avait une attraction physique forte, elle est tres belle, mais elle a été immédiatement remplacée par une attraction « totale ». Sa intellect, caractère, crainte, fascination, respect, et d'une manière plus importante quelque chose que je ne peux pas expliquer ni volonté impliquée que j'essaye aussi. Les la plupart que je peux dire sont celle quand vous et dedans vous et dedans et profondément. J'essaye actuellement de me dire chaque raison de ne pas la poursuivre. Laissez-le aller, ne pas commettre à quelque chose que par chaque le moyen a la capacité de me détruire tandis qu'apportez-en même temps moi tellement la joie et l'espoir. Je veux laisser une porte arrière ouverte comme sortie de secours. Je veux faire placer une chute en arrière. Je dois être honnête et de me dire échoue malheureux l'essai d'appliquer cette approche. Je ne veux pas être où je suis, j'étais heureux que s'ajustant sur être par moi, j'aie voulu une certaine heure de pensée, une certaine réflexion et une durée des analyses. J'ai voulu être seul. Je ne suis pas seul cependant et aussi dur que j'essaye je ne peux m'appliquer aucune logique à la situation.

Le résultat est là n'est aucune logique à n'importe lequel de lui. Il y a un livre intitulé « gaffent des abeilles ne peut pas voler », il décrit comment si nous appliquons tout nous savons la physique, pesanteur et la loi de la science une abeille de gaffer ne devrait pas dans toutes les théorie et pratique pouvoir voler. Pourtant comme nous le savons ils volent ainsi par conséquent l'idée que pas tout peut être expliqué tellement facilement comprenant tomber dans « un jardin secret »

Cependant effrayant l'idée du tout ceci peut être, il est bien évident qu'à l'certains exemples vous juste doivent se donner plus de lui. Accordez le moment vous prendre sur un voyage avec l'espoir et la croyance qu'elle peut t'apporter quelque chose de extraordinaire.

Robbie Hellstrom





Have you ever looked into someones eyes? Sure you have. But have you ever been so embellished in someone that when you look into their eyes you see a secret garden beyond. The fascinating thing about seeing whats "beyond" is realizing just how fragile we can be in the face of love. This Blog is primarily targeted at my male reading audience but i think the women might get a kick out of it. In my mind, Springsteen captured it amazingly with the following lyrics;





You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away

Those words symbolize just how deep we can get and how far we can fall into someone given the right situation. What exactly is the right situation? Well here is the kicker, your not going to know until your right in front of her, transfixed, looking into her eyes. Which at that point your going to be one of three things. First, your either already going to be in so deep that your done and any attempt at escape is futile. Second, your going to be so messed up by what your experiencing that your defense mechanisms are in high gear and your looking for a fall back position. Third, your running for your life. Most of us who have been in the situation I am describing can attest to the dreadfulness of being in the second position. The first is relatively simple and it becomes pointless to discuss. The only thing that can happen is whatever time is going to deal you. The third is well,,, pretty descriptive as most of us (males) are pretty good at running..henceforth...yeah. Back to the second. This one is a serious roller coaster of emotions.

When your into someone that deep that you have gotten lost in her "Secret Garden" then i can tell you that the level of fear you will experience might rank up there with having your ass kicked by Mini Mouse in front of a couple of thousand of people at Disney World. It isn't pretty. My opinion about how this effects us varies from age category to age category. With all due respect to my younger readers (I love you guys) when you are in your late teens up to your mid 20's there is allot driving you the least of which is a woman's "Secret Garden" (no and effectively I AM NOT talking about that Garden so get your heads out of the gutter. See i told you at your age you can't think straight). My belief is you have to be at least 26 and older (sometimes much older for those who refuse to grow up) and you have to have had at least 1 relationship which you are able to describe as having been important..and yes important is relative...but if you can say you truly loved someone before, then you are probably in a position to be significantly impacted the day you meet a woman, look into her eyes and see her "Secret Garden".

Now that we have established that. What next? What do you do? Ahhh..did you think i was actually going to dispense advice on this topic. HA! NO! but what i will do is tell you i am living this experience right now and i am scared shitless (yes i said a bad word and yes macho me just admitted I'm afraid of a woman). My fear stems from a variety of areas. First, i did not enjoy a good symbiotic relationship with my Mother (strike one on women). I had two failed relationships (serious ones involving the creation of beautiful children) and yes for the record the thing that ended those relationships was MY lack of integrity and honor to which i plead fully guilty and accept FULL responsibility. I have had one other important relationship in between and was deceived to find out that i was simply being taken advantage of. Which in some ways i deserved given my previous relationship conduct...so good on her for getting a couple of shots in on me. So back to the here and now and the quivering under the bed sheets at the thought of the feelings i have for this woman and the effect she has on me.

I will say that i have never been a big believer in destiny or the famous, "love at first sight". I do know that there is chemistry which happens between two people and that it can often times be volatile, unpredictable and absolutely mesmerizing. I used to think love took time to develop, that yes you can be attracted physically to someone and over time develop a strong love for them. My feeling however twisted, is that most love starts by physical attraction and then grows outwards. In the particular case I'm living i know that there was a strong physical attraction, she is beautiful, but it was immediately replaced by a "total" attraction. It involved intellect, character, awe, fascination, respect, and most importantly something which i cannot explain nor will i try too. The most i can say is that when your in it your in it deep. I am currently trying to tell myself every reason not to pursue it. To let it go, to not commit to something which by every means has the capacity to destroy me while at the same time bring me so much joy and hope. I want to leave a back door open as an escape route. I want to have a fall back position. I must be honest and tell you i am failing miserably trying to apply that approach. I do not want to be where i am, i was happy adjusting to being by myself, i wanted some thinking time, some reflection and analyses time. I wanted to be alone. I am not alone though and as hard as i try i cannot apply any logic to this situation.

The bottom line is there is no logic to any of it. There is a book titled "Bumble Bees Can't Fly", it describes how if we apply everything we know about physics, gravity and the law of science a Bumble Bee should not in all theory and practice be able to fly. Yet as we all know they do fly so hence the idea that not everything can be explained so easily including falling into a "Secret Garden"

However scary the idea of all this may be, it's quite clear that at certain instances you just have to give yourself over to it. Allow the moment to take you on a journey with the hope and the belief that it can bring you something extraordinary.

* GO UNDER DOG GO

What is it about an underdog that gets us so emotional? What makes us stand up and cheer and yell? What is it that moves us inside when we see someone who is not supposed to succeed, succeed. Is it the simple fact that we ourselves are underdogs? Not just you and me but everyone. Could it be that we simply want to share in harmony with someone who is capitalizing on a moment and drawing everyone into their triumph? In my mind it has much to do with how we see ourselves and our own challenges in the face of adversity.

Everyone knows the battered feeling of failure, The idea that we can't win against such terrible odds. Terrible odds you ask? Well life in general, it seems more so then ever that we are against it alone. That we are in an arena filled with onlookers who pass judgment on our performance, our wins and losses, our failures and successes. Currently the queen of underdogs is Susan Boyle. The 47 year old woman from England who has been watched 50 million (yes that was 50 million) times on Youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk. As she walked out on stage the moment was seemingly ripe for a collapse of epic proportion. In a certain sense i think many who were watching in the audience and at home were actually hoping for some type of meltdown or hysterics. What they got instead was pure delight.

That is what got me to thinking about the similarity to everyday life underdogs and the ones who take a national stage. Almost everyone saw only the opportunity for failure from this woman as she arrived on stage. She was dressed so-so, she was not by any means attractive, she had, ''drole'' mannerisms and she spoke kind of funny. All of these things together built a model that from some perspective is one we believe will fail, will not stand out and will certainly not awe us. This simple stereotype is cast every day in every situation, You see it at work, in the stores, in schools, on sport fields and just about anywhere where 3 people can come into contact and 2 of the three can begin stereotyping the third. When Susan Boyle began to sing and the very fist notes escaped her mouth you sensed immediate turn around from the audience. They were dumb founded. The stereotype didn't apply. This woman was special, she was supposed to fail and now look, my God what is she doing, she is an underdog.We feel uplifted, we feel warm inside, we feel tears develope in our eyes, we feel like a part of their success, we want to see them win..win and take it all. We see the true face of triumph, the years of despair that disappear in one moment of pure life, pure emotion. We watch their life change before our eyes and what we see in that moment is we see ourselves...the true us.

So what is it that makes us so immediately change our tune so fast when we actually believe we are witnessing the rise of an underdog. Is it because we truly do want to see people do well, we want to see them win. Is it because we know what it is to lose, to be stereotyped, to be destined and categorized for failure. I think its all of the above but i think it is more. I think it is because we all know that at any given time we can fail and that that failure be it large or small can then be tagged to us and we can become stigmatized by it. Perhaps it is because we know that no matter how much of a winner we might be at any given time, or how successful we are, or how many wins we have under our belt that eventually we could so quickly become the complete opposite. I also believe we root for the underdog from a very basic instinct, the instinct that if it was us we would want everyone to root for us also. That those who thought for sure we would fail would immediately join in the applause for success.

The fundamental problem however is not the whole notion of the underdog. It is the issue of categorizing and stereotyping people to the point where eventually all that negative becomes a self fulfilling prophecy for the person being stereotyped. Sounds weird no? Well actually its a very simple fact. Take a child, tell them they can't, tell them they will never, tell them not good enough, tell them stop trying. Eventually over time you have created a person who will end up being one of those people who we might, just might, eventually see up on a stage and may turn our whole notion of what we know completely on its head.

Go Underdog Go.

* THE LAST OF THEM-LES DERNIERE DE EUX

LE DERNIERE DE EUX

Il fait froid, l'air de nuit est rempli d'humidité lourde qui enduit tout qui le tourne à la boue. La terre ils rampent sur des odeurs sales, odeurs putréfiées. Ils avaient rampé le long pour ce qui semble comme pour toujours lui est son ami, compagnons dans la guerre, lui est son frères dans des bras. Ils croient à quelque chose, dans tout. Là d'autres associés dans la bataille tous sont mort maintenant. Morts à la cause. Morts à la mission. Ils ont combattu dur mais maintenant seulement les deux restent.

Ils continuent à ramper le long silencieusement, les lumières de recherche outre des humvees de approche récurent le paysage, recherche, rebondissement de l'humidité et herbe et saleté comme un flipper. Ils continuent leur avance. Seulement 1/4 kilomètre les sépare de l'eau qu'ils doivent tellement désespérément glisser dans pour disparaître dans la noirceur laissant seulement un petit sillage derrière. Le bateau de secour les attend, mais il attendra pas longtemps. Les projectiles sonnent dehors, un-visé, aucune cible, les frais généraux de grésillement de balles, ils se brisent dans la saleté, ils frappent les objets inanimés et étrangers salissant le paysage.

Les deux frères dans des bras se focalisent, ils travaillent ensemble silencieusement se motivant vers leur but. Une tristesse les saisit par la pensée de leurs amis perdus. Ils peuvent ne faire rien, pourraient n'avoir fait rien. Maintenant la seule manière de rendre l'hommage est de survivre, pour s'échapper, pour retourner pour représenter les mémoires de leurs amis perdus. Seulement 50 mètres à l'eau. Un bas, pointu cri de douleur, il regarde en arrière, son associé, son frère dans des bras n'est plus se déplacer, ne rampant plus. Il tourne de nouveau à lui, pour voir ce qui s'est produit. Il sait déjà. Un des balles a frappé sa marque. Il peut maintenant voir son visage, il voit la grimace, de la douleur, il atteint pour le tirer en avant, pour le traîner le long, à l'essai et pour le faire à l'eau le tirant. Son associé atteint dehors avec une main, la met sur le sien, il le regarde dans l'obscurité mais le voit comme si c'était journée. Son associé '' allez va sens moi, avance '', il répond, '' jamais sans toi '', le retour, '' je suis fait, fini, mais pas toi'' de phase avec cela il voit que ses yeux étroitement et lui regarde son visage et il voit l'épouse il n'a jamais eue, les enfants il ne connaîtra jamais, les amis et la famille qui s'ennuieront de lui. Il atteint autour de son propre cou et retire la croix d'enfance donnée à lui par sa grand-mère et endroits il dans la main morte de son associés son partenaire. Il chuchote '' de frères toujours'' et il rampe avec une dévotion à l'eau, il atteint les banques pendant que les balles et les machines se développent plus étroitement, il touche l'eau et cela ressemble à des roses, cela ressemble à de la soie, il se sent comme la vie, il regarde l'une fois passée et il se laisse tomber dans ses profondeurs de sauveur et disparaît pour être rêne. Prenez-moi la maison !

Pour les frères nous avons perdu, les frères et les sœurs que nous perdons autour du monde journalier de qui la plupart des personnes ne sauront jamais ou entendront parler. Qui se consacrent leurs vies pour quelque chose de plus grand, quelque chose plus importante. Qui rampent dans la saleté dans le profond de la nuit pour créer un meilleur monde. Qui donnent leurs vies de sorte que nous puissions avoir le nôtre. L'anniversaire de leurs décès se produisent chaque jour pour des familles loin et au loin. Sont rarement ces jours tristes identifiés mais aujourd'hui je recongize les.

Nous nous ennuyons de vous. Les héros de l'obscurité. OOOHHA ! '' Paix mes confrères '' vous ne soyez jamais oublié.




THE LAST OF THEM

It is cold, the night air is filled with heavy moisture which coats everything turning it to slime. The ground they crawl on smells dirty, smells rotten. They have been crawling along for what seems like forever they are friends, companions in war, they are brothers in arms. They believe in something, In everything. There other partners in battle are all gone now. Dead to the cause. dead to the mission. They fought hard but now only the two remain.

They continue to crawl along silently, the search lights off the approaching humvees scour the landscape, searching, bouncing of the moisture and grass and dirt like a pinball. They continue their advance. Only 1/4 km separates them from the water they so desperately need to slip into to disappear into the blackness leaving only a small wake behind. The rescue boat waits not far off shore but will not wait forever. Shots ring out, un-aimed, no target, the bullets sizzle over head, they crash into the dirt, they hit inanimate and foreign objects littering the landscape.

The two brothers in arms focus, they work together silently motivating each other towards their goal. A sadness grips them at the thought of their lost friends. They no they can do nothing, could have done nothing. Now the only way to render homage is to survive, to escape, to return to represent the memories of their lost friends. Only 50 meters to the water. A low, sharp cry of pain, he looks back, his partner, his brother in arms is no longer moving, no longer crawling. He turns back to him, to see what has happened. He already knows. One of the unaimed bullets has hit its mark. He now can see his face, he sees the grin of pain, he reaches to pull him forward, to drag him along, to try and make it to the water pulling him. His partner reaches out with a hand, puts it on his, he looks at him in the darkness but sees him as if it was daytime. His partner whispers '' go'', he responds ''never without you'', the comeback, ''I'm done, your not, live'' with that he sees his eyes close and he looks at his face and he sees the wife he never had, the children he will never know, the friends and family who will miss him. He reaches around his own neck and pulls off the childhood cross given to him by his grandmother and places it in his dead partners hand. He whispers ''brothers always'' and he crawls along with a devotion to the water, he reaches the banks as the bullets and the machines grow closer, he touches the water and it feels like roses, it feels like silk, it feels like life, he looks back one last time and he drops into its saviour depths and disappears to be reborn. Take me home!

For the brothers we lost, the brothers and sister we lose around the world every day who most people will never know or hear of. Who dedicate themselves their lives for something bigger, something more important. Who crawl in the dirt in the deep of the night to create a better world. Who give their lives so that we may have ours. The anniversary of their deaths occur each and every day for families far and wide. Rarely are these sad days recognized but today i recongize them.

We miss you. The heroes of the Dark. OOOHHA! ''Peace brothers, always'' never will you be forgotten.

* ONE WAY-DEAD END

We have all driven down them. They are everywhere. Often times with the radio blasting out your favorite tune, the sun shining and the temperature perfect we drive down them. Sometimes we drive down them just to see how far they go, to see where they lead, and to find out what the end looks like. In general they all share two things in common. They end and you have to turn around to get back to where you started from.

Now I'm not talking about your every day run of the mill mistake dead end. We've all been there, made the wrong turn, missed the sign and drove along until we run into the wall at the end. Nothing ventured nothing gained. In most cases your not going that fast by the time you reach it so you have time to break and get ready to make the moves necessary to turn around and make the journey back from whence you came. There are the other type of dead ends which can prove to be much more difficult to navigate and to return from without doing serious damage to yourself,your car and potentially others.

This type of dead end is where the road is new or reworked, unfortunately when this happened someone forgot to move the dead end sign back to the start of the road. The road having undergone some slight modifications or reworking is not really anything more then it originally was except its missing the sign. The sign is now a little ways down the road. As you drive happily along you eventually, sometime unexpectedly come to the sign. As a general rule our instincts DON'T take over and we continue driving although perhaps with a little weariness. As we drive on the road gets a little rougher and we begin to question turning back but the foot stays on the gas with the in-trenched belief that things will smooth out and if they forgot to move the sign to the start of the road perhaps its really not a dead end after all. As the ride continues the road gets even more bumpy and it starts to go down a hill. As you begin to step on the break you realize the car isn't slowing down and the road is getting way harder to navigate and the car is losing control. Now with fear beginning to take hold you start to realize that you should have stopped the car along time ago and turned around...but! As you begin to gain more and more speed you begin to see the road is in fact a dead end and there is a wall quickly approaching...my God what do you do now?

Well my friends this story has perhaps as many ending as it has beginnings. You see nothing is written for sure until the car is smashed into a million pieces at the bottom of the dead end. There are always ways..hopefully to regain control and to stop the car before it hits. The reality is that its not easy, allot goes on between the time you saw the sign and the time you see the dead end wall. Time is invested, adjustments are made, the car is fixed only to break again, we wax and wash it but it always gets dirty again, the tires wear out but we drive with them on just the same, the radio plays the same 3 songs over and over again. We take it to the dealership with the intention of trading it in but always find a reason to not do it. Eventually the car cannot withstand the bumps, the hill nor the speed and disaster looms.

Stepping aside from the disaster requires courage. It requires a rethinking of what kind of car we drive, how fast we go, where is the ultimate destination. Do we like stable reliable cars or fast hard driving out of control cars. Do we want a diesel or gas car. Do you need 4 wheel drive or will 2 do the trick. Luxury or economy? Can we change our minds half journey? All good questions with one major problem. By the time you realize you need to turn around your going to be so far down the road that your going to pay a really, really big price to turn that baby around and find your way back to where you started so that you can potentially find a new road to your destination. Everyone can get trapped going down one of these roads, EVERYONE. They are hard to avoid, they are even tempting. In fact they are easy and thats the trap..they become so easy we lower our defenses and we coast along because its easy...and easy is good...but often not so good..its an oxymoron.

Sometimes unfortunately once at the end of the road the car won't have the strength to go back to where it started even if you managed to avoid smashing into the wall. Many times the car will simply stop at the bottom of the road and the journey is pretty much finished. You simply accept where you are and decide to hang out there for the rest of your driving days as its much easier then the alternative (walking home). At which point your in a situation which is best described as follows.

''Sorry but you can't get there from here'' and hope the hell the walk isn't that far and that someone can find you and comes to pick you up.

* JAMAIS VUE VENIR- NEVER SAW IT COMING

JAMAIS VUE VENIR (ANGLE MORT)

Jamais été frapper dans votre “angle mort” par quelque chose ou quelqu'un, que vous n'avez absolument jamais vu venir ? Jamais été ainsi dans vos faire, le gestion de votre vie, ou à peine gestion de elle ; courir autour avec un certain type de gestion de secours du morcellement journalier et être arrêter complètement dans vos voies. Si ceci est arrivé à toi vous savez de ce que je parle si pas encore une journée vous aller le vivre.

En général “jamais vue venir” peux venir d'une variété d'endroits ; votre travail, votre famille, vos enfants ou vos amis. Ses ces moments de surprise qui vous attrapent le mardi après-midi ensoleillé où vous l'attendre le moins. Parfois ces choses s'avèrent être tristement des tragédies, mais quelques fois, juste parfois elles s'avèrent être quelque chose qui peuvent vraiment changer votre monde. Dans la plupart des cas ces événements peut être la promotion à un travail vous avez voulu mais ne prévoyiez pas, il peuvent être l'un de vos membres de famille annonçant un événement important (nouveaux venir, enclenchement de bébé, etc…). Alors il y a les temps où vous serait frapper dans votre “Angle Mort” par une personne qui va affecter votre vie et vous ne les avez jamais vus venir.

Que se produit quand ceci se produit ? Bien il y à beaucoup à décrire ou expliquer mais ça va envoie quelle commande limitée vous avez dehors la fenêtre. Vous commencez à se poser tout les question qui ont été connue par l'homme. Vous commencez à interroger si ces vraiment sûrs que votre expérience est vraie et vous dépensent répartissent du temps s'indiquant pour se réveiller. Écoutent maintenant mes amis que vous et 15 ou 25 ou 35 ou n'importe quels âges en particulier tu peut être frapper dans votre “angle mort”. Il peut arriver presque à n'importe qui. La différence fondamentale est plus qu'elle et votre âgé moins vous aller avoir tendance de profiter de cette situation. Que est-ce que cela vous signifie demandent ? Puits il signifie ceci.

Pendant que vous vieillissez vous obtenez plus de travers. Vous vous dites que votre sort dans la vie est établi et vous pourriez aussi bien monter dehors le reste du donner l'assaut à jusqu'au jour de jugement. Nous nous coupons de toutes les possibilités et voyons seulement des possibilités comme définies par le passé. Notre passé ! Les erreurs, le succès, les échecs les victoires les pertes. Nous nous tenons dans les analyses de nos vies jusqu'à ce point où nous sommes maintenant et nous nous disons que qu'il n'y a jamais pas plus “je l'a vu” des moments. Cette application de philosophie et d'idéologie nous bloque simplement par le construction de nos propre mur et ça nous permettre pas de tirer profit vraiment des possibilités qui existent toujours. Son peut-être soutenu hors d'un pessimisme de nos échecs ou d'une manière primordiale d'une idée enracinée et instruite que plus de bonnes choses ne peuvent arriver à nous. Dans ces exemples nous choisissons de ne pas profiter ou ne pas suivre notre coeur ou esprit pour la raison simple d'être laissez vers le bas ou déçu.

Maintenant je ne dis pas ces facile de décider quoi faire quand quelqu'un entament votre vie que vous n'avez jamais vu venir. Quelqu'un que vous pensez pourrait vous déplacer des manières que vous avez pensé non possible. Quelqu'un qui pourrait vraiment avoir la capacité de te faire de toi une meilleure personne. Je ne parle pas écrase ou étant frappé, mais quelqu'un qui fait véritablement quelque chose à toi à un niveau émotif et spirituel. Quelqu'un que qui quand vous les regardez vous sentent comme ils ont été absents de votre vie. Maintenant amis que je ne dis pas qu'il y a quelque chose facile au sujet de décider quoi faire à son sujet. En fait je ne suis pas également en train de offrir aucun conseil sur quoi faire. Je dis simplement à toi de ne pas éloigné de lui, ne se coupent pas de toutes les possibilités. Quelques choses sont immobiles, et on besoin d'être intéressant explorer, quelques choses sont immobiles en valeur le risque. Je ne m'inquiète pas comment vieux ou jeunes vous êtes. Je ne m'inquiète pas ce que vous avez fait bien ou mal dans votre vie. Je ne m'inquiète pas ce que vous pensez que vous méritez ou ne méritez pas ou combien de fois vous avez été à la danse. Ont a tout vaincu des moments important, des relation positive et négative. Nous avons tout vue des pancarte " Cul de sac". Peut importe vous ne pouvez pas et ne découvrirez pas à moins que vous lui donniez un essai. À moins que vous et prêt a commettre à lui et pour voir où il vous prend. Récemment j'ai dit a quelqu'un qu'indépendamment de l'inconnu ou des dangers parfois le risque ca peut livrer a nous les plus grands cadeaux. Et cela parfois nous devons jeter dehors la fenêtre les analyses, la réflexion et d'une manière plus importante ce que nous pensons nous savons.

L'énonciation “rien risqué, rien gagné” l'appliquent parfois, une fois, l'appliquent et essayent, vous n'avez tout à gagner et rien à perdre si vous et deja convaincu que rien de bon peut t'arriver.

NEVER SAW IT COMING (BLINDSIDED)

Ever been blindsided by something or someone, you absolutely never saw coming? Ever been so into what your doing, managing your life, or barely managing it; running around with some type of emergency management of the every day grind only to be stopped dead in your tracks. If this has happened to you you know what I'm talking about. If you don't, well some day you will.

As a rule of thumb the "never saw it coming" can come from a variety of places; your job, your family, your children or your friends. Its those surprise moments that catch you on a sunny Tuesday afternoon when your least expecting it. Sometimes these things turn out to be sadly tragedies, but some times, just sometimes, they turn out to be something that can truly change your world. In most cases these type of life altering events can be the promotion to a job you wanted but were not expecting, it can be one of your family members announcing a major event (new baby coming, engagement, etc..). Then there are the times where you get blindsided by a person who comes into your life and you never saw them coming.

What happens when this happens? Well to much to describe or explain but it sends what limited control you have out the window. You begin to ask yourself every question ever known to man. You begin to question if your really sure what your experiencing is real and you spend allot of time telling yourself to wake up. Now listen my friends you don't have to be 15 or 25 or 35 or any age in particular to be blindsided. It can happen to almost anyone. The fundamental difference is the older you are the less likely you are to capitalize on it. What does that mean you ask? Well it means this.

As you get older you get more skewed. You tell yourself your lot in life is established and you just might as well ride out the rest of the storm until judgment day. We close ourselves off from all possibilities and only see possibilities as defined by the past. our past! The mistakes, the success, the failures the wins the losses. We stand in analyses of our lives up to that point where we are now and we tell ourselves that there are no more "I never saw it" moments. This application of philosophy and ideology simply blocks us with a self made wall from truly taking advantage of the possibilities that still exist. Its perhaps born out of a pessimism of our failures or more importantly an ingrained and learned idea that no more good things can happen to us. In these instances we are more likely to not capitalize or to follow our heart or mind for the simple reason of being let down or disappointed.

Now i am not saying its easy to decide what to do when someone enters into your life that you never saw coming. Someone who you think might move you in ways you thought not possible. Someone who might truly have the capacity to make you a better person. I'm not talking about crushes or being smitten, but someone who genuinely does something to you on an emotional and spiritual level. Someone who when you look at them makes you feel like they have been missing from your life. Now friends I am not saying there is anything easy about deciding what to do about it. In fact I'm not even offering any advice on what to do. I am simply saying to you that do not walk away from it, do not close yourself off from all possibilities. Some things are still worth exploring, some things are still worth the risk. I don't care how old or young you are. I don't care what you've done right or wrong in your life. I don't care what you think you deserve or don't deserve or how many times you've been to the dance. Yes i know you have had relationships, good and bad. You have seen the "dead end" signs and gone on just the same. Regardless you can't and won't find out what is possible unless you give it a try. Unless your willing to commit to it and see where it takes you. Recently i told someone that regardless of the unknown or the dangers sometimes the risk we least understand can deliver to us the greatest gifts. And that sometimes we have to throw out the window the analyses, reflection and most importantly what we think we know.

The saying "nothing risked, nothing gained" apply it sometimes, one time, apply it and try, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose if your already skewed.

* L' ESPOIR DU PASSION-THE HOPE OF PASSION

L' ESPOIR DU PASSION

Avec le temps nous tendons à devenir coudés par notre environnement. Nous tirons des leçons de la vie et nous voyons notre monde d'une perspective très limitée et contrainte. Nous avons tous le tendance de devenir négative. Quelques fois cependant nous obtenons une occasion unique d'être montré que tout l'espoir n'est pas perdu et cela souvent notre foi dans jeunes et de vieux de même peut être rallumé. Ce ci est mon expérience avec ''l'espoir du passion''.

Vendredi j'ai eu ce que je considère l'occasion unique et privilégiée de rencontre un personne que je peut constate sans aucune hésitation a redonner naissance a mon espoir dans les personnes du monde. Alors avant que je par avec mon discours sans fin (et oui vous savez que je vais le faire) permettre moi de dire que non, je ne croit pas qu'un seul et unique personne peut nécessairement donner de l'espoir a tout le monde entier. Par contre dans notre monde tout croche, pessimistic, négative ces tout une expérience quand tu rencontre une personne si passionner avec la vie avec une si grand intérêt dans tout les être humaine que ça amener de la lumière dans notre monde gris. Et cette lumière nous permettre un tout petite espoir que notre monde peut être mieux. Cet personne ma impressionner par leur simplicité, leur nature calme, et et une sagesse plus grand que leurs années. Un feu dans leurs yeux qui ont permis un aperçu faible du feu de leur coeur. Tellement rarement nous rencontrons les personnes journalières qui s'inquiètent. Qui s'inquiètent de leur homme de camarade et s'inquiètent de ce que leur implication personnelle est dans l'arrangement de splendeur des choses.

Tellement souvent nous tendons à voir des personnes particulièrement nos jeune personnes comme dis-associer, indifférent avec un singulier moi, moi-même et attitude de soit-mémé. Mais de plus que je parler avec elle le plus impressionner que je venait. Le plus que je le parler le plus que je voulait le parler. Ces impression, ces idée sont logique mais plus important sont passion ma fait croire dans quel que chose que j'avais longtemps perdu confiance, soit l'intelligence. Quand nous somme privilégié de rencontrer un qui est l'opposé polaire de moi, moi-mémé et soit mémé vous ne peut pas être quelque chose d'autre que stupéfié, mais d'une manière primordiale reconnaissant. De parler avec quelqu'un qui se rend compte du monde autour de eux,voit l'obscurité, les temps préoccupés, les échecs que nous avons en tant que société collective mais choisissons la passion et l'espoir et la croyance dans l'humanité au lieu de l'obscurité. Une personne qui se défie à ce qu'elles savent et commet à élargir leurs horizons avec le but singulier d'être une meilleure personne. Jaillissez mes amis ça peuvent déplacer votre coeur aussi bien que votre esprit.

Que prend-il pour être comme cela ? Ayez un sens de l'espoir et de la passion si grands qu'il rapetisse tout désespoir, la monotonie, le mondain et la d'insatisfaction ? Je ne suis pas sûr que je sais la réponse a cette question. Peut-être son les parents de ce jeune qui ont inculqué dans elle un système de valeur qu'aucun tordu, esprit changeant, bombardement interminable de merde de notre environnement ne pourrait changer. Il y a tant de grand espoir dans cela si c'est le cas, car il donne naissance à l'idée que comme parents nous pouvons réellement encore importer. Que nous pouvons réellement créer en notre propre image et nos propres valeurs. Peut-être ce jeune a le temps fini a développé une sagesse au delà de leurs années par l'autodétermination, en croyant à quelque chose mieux puis ce qui est présenté quotidiennement et gavé à nous. Peut-être elle et tout simplement une anomalie, un phénomène de nature. Et ca mes amis seraient une honte.

Peut importe ce que ces le passion de ce jeune nous devons la mettre et la vendre en bouteille, la produire et la pulvériser en série des quantités industrielles partout dans notre monde parce qu'indépendamment d'être jeune ou vieille notre société a besoin désespérément de ces coeur, détermination et d'une manière plus importante passion de jeunes préoccuper avec la vie et son homme de camarade. Cette vraiment une privilège pour moi cette soir qui viens de passer.


THE HOPE OF PASSION

Over time we tend to get bent by our environment. We draw lessons from life and we see our world from a very limited and constrained perspective. Some times however we get a unique opportunity to be shown that all hope is not lost and that often our faith in young and old people alike can be rekindled. This is my experience with the ''Hope Of Passion''.

On Friday i had what i consider the unique and privileged opportunity to meet a person who i can without hesitation say rejuvenated my hope in the people of the world. Now before i go off rambling (which you know I'm going to do anyways) allow me to say that i understand that one person cannot necessarily give everyone hope. However in this skewed, pessimistic, negative world when you meet someone positive, someone with a Passion for life and people; they shine a little bit of light which opens the window to a small glimmer of hope. This person impressed me by their simplicity, their easy nature and a wisdom past their years. A fire in their eyes which allowed a faint glimpse of the fire of their heart. So rarely do we meet every day people who care. Who care about their fellow man and care about what their personal implication is in the grandeur scheme of things.

So often we tend to see people especially our youth as disassociated, uninterested with a singular me, myself and I attitude. As i sat there talking to her i realized the more we talked the more i wanted to hear her. I was gaining back what i had somewhere lost. The confidence that there were truly unique people still left. When your privileged to meet one who is the polar opposite of; me myself and I, you cannot be anything but amazed but more importantly grateful. To talk with someone who is aware of the world around them, sees the darkness, the troubled times, the failures we have as a collective society but chooses Passion and hope and belief in mankind instead of the darkness. A person who challenges themselves to what they know and commits to broadening their horizons with the singular goal of being a better person. Well that my friends can move your heart as well as your mind.

What does it take to be like that? To have a sense of hope and passion so big that it dwarfs all the despair, the monotony, the mundane and the complacency? I'm not sure i know. Perhaps its the parents of this young person who instilled in them a value system that no twisted, mind altering, never ending bombardment of crap from our environment could alter. There is such great hope in that if it is the case, as it gives birth to the idea that as parents we can actually still matter. That we can actually create in our own image and our own values. Perhaps this young person has over time developed a wisdom beyond their years through self determination, through believing in something better then whats presented on a daily basis and force fed to us. Perhaps she is simply an anomaly, a freak of nature. That my friends would be a shame.

Whatever it is that drives this young persons passion we need to bottle it and sell it. Mass produce it and spray it in industrial qualities all over our world because regardless of being young or old our society desperately needs this young persons heart, determination and most importantly passion for Life and her fellow man. It was truly a privilege for me the evening that i just experienced.

* WOMAN, MOTHER, KILLER

Ok I'm not sure i understand what is happening but whatever it is it isn't good. What in Gods name is happening lately with all these women killing children. The unfortunate reality of our world often demonstrates to us the barbarism that men can have towards their wives, girlfriends and children. It has become so frequent that we have become quasi immune to it. However when it is a woman who takes the same savage path as the men; well hang on one second cause there is something really really wrong here.

In the past few months we have had the following; Adele Sorella was accused of the first-degree murders of her eight- and nine-year-old daughters at their home in Laval. In 2006 Louise Desnoyers killed her 8 year old son by drowning him and was recently sentenced to a mental asylum. More recently we have Melissa Huckaby, 28, charged with murdering her daughter's playmate, Sandra Cantu, with the special circumstances of rape with a foreign object, lewd or lascivious conduct with a child under 14 and murder in the course of a kidnapping. Cathie Gauthier, 34, was charged with three counts of first-degree murder (children) and with aiding or inciting her husband to kill himself. I mean for God sakes people what is happening?

Are we shocked beyond belief simply due to the fact that these killers are in fact women and mothers. Is it because as a society we have a bent sense of responsibility and expectations as it relates to women. I certainly don't have that answer and lack serious qualifications to comment from a professional perspective. However in my mind we find it so hard to absorb this kind of violence when it comes from women for a bundle of reasons. First and foremost our impression of women is driven by the ''caregiver'' factor the ''nurturer''. We see women as the shelter to turn to. The rock that holds the family together. We see them as in some ways perfect regardless of how flawed they may be. It is unfair to put them up at a level which is basically unattainable. But one must give credit where credit is due and women have out done themselves forever as it relates to impressing us. Is it because they are the ones who give birth, who carry inside them that child for 9 months. I'm not sure but as ridiculous as it sounds it just seems to far fetched to imagine a woman wanting to harm her own children...or any child for that matter.

Is it a double standard to give more coverage, more importance to deaths of children at the hands of Women and mothers? In my mind equally dramatic coverage should be given anytime a child is killed. Simply to enforce and enlighten society to the grave challenges we face and the responsibility we must bear to ensure we fix the problem. Notwithstanding what i just said it is clear there is a problem. What it is is unclear but we better start to work on it cause we have a problem

If you read a recent American Anthropological Association Study you will read the following; More than 200 women kill their children in the U.S. every year. Andrea Yates who drowned her five kids, and pediatrician Ellen Feinberg, of Champaign, Illinois, who stabbed her two young sons, one fatally, are not unique. Parents killing their children is not rare. Between three and five children are killed by their parents in the U.S. every day. Yet Andrea Yates made headline news. At the same time, a California man lit a barbecue inside his home knowing it would asphyxiate his sleeping children. Why wasn't his case saturated with media coverage in the same way? We have a cultural view of good motherhood and it acts to the detriment of women and fathers who are having substantial problems parenting, says Jill Korbin, child abuse expert who spent a year interviewing mothers in prison for killing their children.

"We end up with a lot of dead kids in this country, yet we persist with the unrealistic view that this is rare behavior. These are not the isolated cases we would like to believe." Homicide is one of the leading causes of death of children under age four.

That certainly puts a point on the issue but doesn't help identify the source. We have to get past the observation mindset and move to the action mindset. I'm not sure where one starts though. Life these days is hectic, frantic, a roller coaster out of control. Women as much as men are affected by this environment. Women still take more of the load in most cases then do the men. As men we have come a certain way yet to some degree our expectation of what a woman is is still out of touch with reality. At the same time women have hurt their own cause as men simply see them as sub-equal. By this i mean, ''sure baby you go to work and bring home a large portion of our revenue and by the way keep doing all those things women are supposed to do''. WHAT? A YEAH mistake and that ideology is costing our society and more importantly our children.

How do we fix it? We better come up with some ideas and fast cause i fear with the ever expanding speed and evolution of our world were going to see more Women, Mother, Killers then any of us wants to admit and any of our children can afford.