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| .....Why I have never been invited to join a Mob....... Through out history there have always been mobs, riots and such. You read about them in the news, books, both fictional, and non-fictional, and in the movies. Never once have I been asked to join one. This has always been a wonder to me. Perhaps it is due to the fact I always throw out my spoiled, and ruined vegetables and eggs. This does seem to be a nessasary ingredient to any mob gathering. However, this does lead me to wonder how they always seem to have these items. Is there a booth you go through to get into the mob where these things are handed out? Is there a memo they receive from the mob management, or is it just something everyone knows? This is a puzzelment to my mind. I know there are several types of mobs. One in mind are those who wear white robes, and hoods. Well, I am left out of that one because all my robes and hoods are a lovely rainbow colour with trim of blue, and of course shoes to match. So this leaves me without an invitation to join them. I also notice that on many movies the people are dressed in colourful peasant attire. I find this delightful and much better than those white robes and hood. They pick up dirt almost as bad as black hoods and robes. Alas again, I am without the proper attire. So of course, we come back to the issue of rotten food. I have none and frankly the smell bothers me. I have no desire to search through garbage cans or whatever to gather them. I have looked through the yellow pages and try as I may I can not find a listing for a shop that sells rotten food, either wholesale or retail. Therefore I must settle my mind that I will never be in a mob. Never will I have the pleasure of throwing old food, and be left out of that merriment. So I will content myself to having a fresh smelling refrigrator, and garbage that is removed on a regular basis. If however, I am invited to join a mob hopefully it will be one that martinis, and appetizers are served. I will keep my hope up for such a gathering. 10, October, 2003 |
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| HEROS....... |
| A few months back I was in Hospital for pneumonia when suddenly I lasped into respertory arrest and stopped breathing. Luckily for me my friend, Lisa who was visiting at the time, jumped from her chair and went out the door screaming for help. Needless to say help arrived and I was revived but remained in a coma for six days. Now you have the facts, but what about the rest? Life and death is very much like any type of on/off switch. Either the light is on or it is off. Easy facts and require no explanation. It is what happens after the switch is turned off, and even more what happens when the switch gets turned back on. If you are looking here to find any deep secrets or what I learned when I was dead that I could bring back and share with the world. I am afraid I have nothing to offer. Did I see the Great White Light that told me it was not yet my time? No...damn it. All I recall is talking to Lisa then waking with tubes, wires, and whatnots attached to me , on me, and in me (YUCK). I was also tied with restraints to my ICU bed. I seems I was not the most gentle of coma patients and I was fighting against everything. Many times in my life I have wished I was dead and away from this horrible life, but when it came right down to it I fought against death with all I had. However, I was rather upset and felt somewhat cheated by seeing no white light, and therefore would learn nothing of the mystery of it all. Guess I have to wait longer to see all of it. That's OK...I can wait. Have I learned the reason for life, our goals and understanding of what it is all about? No. At least not at this time. I still have no understanding of what it is all about. However, I think I have learned what living is all about. I have a friend also named Michael. Michael is severly mentally ill but was able to set that aside and drive to where I was and sat two days by my side. I learned by that that we all have it in us to be better than than we are, and be able to push aside our own demons and Hell simply to be with a friend. How simple that is yet how hard it is to understand. A car fell on my Father once and a fellow worker lifted the car and pulled him out from under it. Hmm...Is there a pattern here? We hear of such things yet we can not see that inner strength in ourselves. Out of all my friends and relations Michael turned out to be MY Hero. His love for me was so great that he was able to slip out of his veil of Demons and think not of himself but of me. Lisa was able to call out for help and that makes her my Hero as well. However, as with any soldier in a battle Michael was able to forget the incoming bullets and defend the day. What more can a hero be? July, 2005 |