Thursday, May 13, 2010

I'm Out!

I'm off for Haiti.
I might die out there but I'm ready.
So if I die I'll see you in heaven if not I'll see you back here.
Peace everyone. I'll come back with stories to share and life change to impart.
Thanks for the prayers. Every step I take is because someone is praying. Like an engine. If I stop a few feet from my destination its because someone fell asleep while they were praying and didnt quite finish. Wake Up!

Close Call

I was home this past weekend for my nieces first birthday and I haven't been home for so long that I forgot how dysfunctional my family was. I was reminded first thing in the morning as my mom was yelling at my dad for buying more stocks had probably lose lots of money on again. Anyhow I could go on and on about all the ways my family dysfunctions and just be patient because I will, you just wait but for now I just wanted to tell of why it's a miracle that I'm still here today.

So after a few days of dysfunction I was about ready to haul ass out of there and back to the peace and serenity of Oakland. But I decided to stay another night, baby sitting my niece really helped there. So the next morning at 6 I take off. I have the day off and I really wanted to enjoy the drive and take the time to process through the things I've dealt with the past 3 days. So I decide to take the 1 all the way back, a much longer but so much more scenic and enjoyable as it goes right along the beautiful Pac coast. This is where it gets crazy.

I'm just past Salinas and I hear the loudest sound of impact against my windshield I've ever heard. I look up to see if I could identify the source to no avail. The assassin could not be located. There a was a small bullet like crack in my windshield. It was aimed so perfectly that if it had fully penetrated the glass it would have hit me directly in the heart..instanteous death. Thank you Nissan glass division. It could've easily been a pebble launched out from truck tires but I'm convinced that I was the target of an assassination attempt. Why? I don't know. I have few enemies out there. Maybe some one is jealous of my beard. I've encountered life threatening situations in the past but this was definitely the narrowest escape, the closest call.

After getting over the initial shock of it all. I closely examined the tiny crater and decided I could live with it. Then I looked down just for a moment to change out the CD only to look up and find that a 4 inch crack had magically appeared. I knew it was over at that point. Every day since then the crack slowly grows about an inch a day. I could only watch helplessly as this invader creeps slowly across to the right on my windshield. Damn it!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Movement Deferred

There was once a dream. A dream one young man had of after finishing his internship he would buy a campervan for a year and live out of it a life of constant adventure. He grew excited and was determined. He would look up vans and even go to far places to examine those he might want to purchase. In his passion for the cause he would talk about the potential and all the wonderful things that would happen. His ardor was contagious and soon the others were catching this zeal for the campervan vision. The dream that was originally one man with one van soon became a vision of a caravan of vans. There were commitments and everyone was ready to follow the original dreamer and actualize this dream. Then a few of the excited men left for a weekend and during that time a mysterious woman showed up in town. And the dreamer was enchanted by this woman. He told her of his dream and she shared her dislike for (in her opinion) the faulty idea. It was obviously flawed (in her selfish mind) because there was on room for her in the mans caravan of vans. It would be a rough life of adventure and too much for her tender mind and heart. Now the men who left came back from their adventure and to their dismay found that the dreamer had bought not a van but a race vehicle. He later explained that race vehicles were more suited for the tender. And with that the great Campervan Movement of Oakland died. And the mystery woman left the dreamer to go back to her world of healing and the dreamer was left with nothing but his race vehicle and no place to lay his head..