Occupations



	OCCUPATIONS

		That is all I have ever known to do

I entered the workforce at a very early age. At the age of 12 I began my life as a janitor and a shop rat. We had many different shops located all throughout south Midland. I come from a very isolated breed of human genetics. Farmers, smiths, masons, business entrepreneurs, war hero's and musicians. I started to work on a pecan farm when I was a junior high student. Coming from the quiet and peace to the city noise is a mind blowing thing to a solitude personality like myself. From shops to delivering machinery to being underground in south Midland; from being on an alfalfa diet for the last decade or so to losing my health, I really enjoy meeting kind personalities that want to make this planet a better sphere for us to breathe some fresh air on. I never really got the chance to know what it was like to have any fun for I was always working late or traveling. A friday night to me was being at some shop painting the night away while chewing some good dip and drinking cheap beer, while smoking up to three packs of cigarettes a day. I joined the work force in my junior year of high school and said asta to the egotisim of High School. The stuck up snobbiness of the "in crowd" was just to boring for me to spend my time on the teenage years of growing up. Being around the desert all my life I have always fought the health of my genetics. The Petroleum Dissolutes in the air of the Permian Basin along with the H2s poison gas of the oil fields greatly increased the severe allerigic rhinitis along with asthma that I have suffered from all of my life. As the Ozone layer as thinned out like a collapsing lung over the last few decades the penetrating heat waves from our star has made shop life very unconfortable here in the desert especially if you do not have refrigerated air, let alone an evaporative cooler. Along with the pollen and dust that the winds of the plains roll in there tends to be an art in working out your chemistry so that you can be productive on the job. The chemicals that you work around daily in the industrial environment is a story of its own. Let alone what you inhale. I really began to fall in love with the environment as I would venture out beyond the shops and industry of the Permian Basin just to see a horse grazing upon the wide open land of a green pasture. The droughts alone that Texas and New Mexico have had over the past 50 years have really caused a lot of minds to rethink about the future of our domain. There were times that we would journey up to the four corners and see the land of the Indians. From the open pastures of a green alfalfa field to the closed claustrophobia of a shop at night, I really began to fall in love with the wide open highways. Especially I-20 West! There is something about the turning of an age in the times that we live that is prophetic. To see the water tables all over the world decrease because of the amout of concrete that we as a species go through is astonishing especially to see the planet earth desicrated like it was nothing. I used to love the smell of burnt natural gas as it came out of the exhausts of the engines that we had in our old shops. God that was like another life. It intrigued me though to see the passion that my father had for the environment. Let alone a clean fuel effecient natural gas engine. The first time that I saw all the farm lands of the panhandle I could have died right there in the truck. Something in my blood that loves to pull over on the side of the highway just to look at the art of how perfect a row of cotton can be straight. There where times that I would journey up near Lubbock and on into the small farm roads, I loved to turn up the country music and roll the window down while watching a rain storm pass over. God I do love the land. But the people sure can make it ugly. Something happens to you when you get on 349 north and just about 30 minutes out of town, the atmosphere begans to change in your heart especially around the time that the sun begins to set in the west. I can remember standing out in a canyon near Post one day over looking this tornado that was trying to touch the ground and thinking to my self will there ever be a place in my life that I will find that no other man has found. Is there still that one spot on this planet that happen to make it through all the years of exploration and settlement that mankind just happen to walk over and not claim it as his -like he has done all the other lands of this new world. Occupations are a thing of the old. Even though we still ask : "What does your dad do?" In the end all we want as humans is to find that element that we belong to and instead of fearing the sun to rise the next day we actually look forward to getting out of bed and going out there into the world to belong to our element. Some are for the global cause, others are for the local. Work. That is a funny word. A Job! What do you do? All of those are logical questions to try and find out what someone is about. You can really tell alot about someone's personality by seeing what kind of car they drive. We live in a day and age were work ethics have changed so dramatically because of the way that people treat eachother. If profit motivated ecomomics is doomed because this world treats a human being like they are a name and a number or just a waste of ink on a phone book page, then the youth are the ones that are slowley changing the work industry into a more (service to one's fellows attitude.) We are in a time were ethics and religion is so personal that it is the influencing factor in deciding on what one wants to do to bring in the bread and milk. The demands that society as put on the shoulders of the poor working class middle man is more than he can meet. Like the old saying goes "what happen to the middle man?" He was put on a cross in between two thieves and in less than 200 years toppled the most advanced socity of philosopy and "secret societies" to start a crusade of missionaries that ended up becoming the modern christian church. The high and mighty and the puffed up necks that the prophecies of Isaiah talk about in the scriptures of many books are coming to light in the generation that we now live. To see the love spark of the genuine goodness that the common man has to offer in a world that makes so little time for him because he is just a statistic, when in reality he is the backbone to the spinal chord of this world that we live on. But like a weak back when it is not nurtured and cared for as it helps to maitain the wieght of the load, it can give out. And when it does the whole body comes to a sudden stop. People are funny. If you give every man on the planet one million dollars, I think that would make the world see that money does not solve all the problems of life. But greed and selfishness of one of the citizens of our planet would want a million and one. And then the rat race begins like it did in the beginning of time. If one man has a house and truck then everyone else wants a house and truck and the Jone's competition game begins. Laugh and the world laughs with you, but weep and you weep alone. To me human emotions are sacred. For where the heart is there is the real motive. A man's treasure is where his heart is. An old wise man once told me something about work. He said "if you find what you love to do than it will never be considered work." To find the passion of where to belong on this planet of time and space, to find the trust in those that long to share the same kind of passion that you do, to find your kind is what really makes this life worth living. At least for me that is the case. For I have been in isolation in the Desert of underground scholastic research since the Reagan Administration. I have been called a moocher, a bumb, and even a user. I could say more of what people have said about me but I think I would like to keep that to myself. It's a funny thing because I grew up around money but I never really had any. I can remember how excited I was in the sixth grade just to be able get some new school clothes and some british knights tennie shoes. I have never really ever had the opportunity to take the time out of my life just to do normal things that normal people do. I don't think I know what normal means. I guess the old saying of all work no play makes jack a dull boy. I think for the first time in my life I really would like to come out and play. But I love to work. I have worked so hard in the past that I killed myself half a dozen times. Most of the time the things that you have done all of your life are usually the things that you stick with. I know that I am thankful to the powers that be that I can sit here today and write this down for not to long ago I could not even talk, move or practically get out of bed. Just a few years have passed since my face was dropping to one side. Man sometimes I think about the jobs that I have done for other people in the past and I just roll over thanking God that I am still alive today. The Rage of competition is a danger when all you are trying to do is your job. I still cannot understand the counterpartism of why it has been so hard for me in the past to actually do my job without others having to come in and do it thier way. The copy method is a strange way to take advantage of a man when in reality he is just trying to find his course in this thing called life. I have always experienced the minds when in talking amongst themselves they tend to say "Well, what are we going to do with so and so?" When in reality it is "so and so" that is the cream of the crop. It is so and so that listens and learns. It is so and so that thinks before he speaks. I have never been much for competition when it comes to do anything in my life for in reality all I have ever wanted is to have some trustworthy friends that we can make this life our ball game. But when it comes to friends and competition of who is better then who- I get so burned out on everyone's BS and materialism that I assume to heal from the past and let the scar tissue build in its own natural way. Some of the things that I have been are: Janitor carpenter mechanic weldor hot shot driver delivery person waiter manager tire changer retail salesmen security guard private detective body guard councelor Substance rehabilitator.... that I will never talk about. Trust is the sacred responsibility. emergency coping partner secretary day care child sitter baby sitter dad mom big brother uncle adviser astronomer musician writer photographer driver house keeper house sitter records keeper care taker hospitality runner parts runner painter gardener farmer (caretaker of sheep, horses, cattle, chickens, farm animals ect......) volunteer fire fighter chef repair man.... that gets old very quick crises manager....most people have assumed that I am a cop (Citizen Watching Over People) Nutritional advisor dietician Jordan Gabriel Crawford Teacher of Truth The World's Religions The Reserve Corps The Cosmic Reserve Corps The Discoveries Research Project THE GOLDENRULERS

The kind but happy poor man, I just want to get some guitar strings again along with the dollar pastas so that I can start THE JESUS STORY along with some of my friends that I have yet to meet.

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