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Failure is strong, but good medicine

I flunked the 9th grade.

True.I did.It was the most humbling experience of my life at that point.It was also the single best life-changing experience in my mental and personal development. I could go on and explain what led up to my failure, citing moving all over the country which messed up my math skills, but that wouldn’t explain why I bombed 9th grade basic English, now would it?
Failure is good for the soul now and again and I was like every other kid on the block, past and present when it comes to being sensitive at the ripe age of 15.It seems like we are scared to death that kids these days will be damaged irreparably if they don’t get patted on the back for every little thing they do and that is as much hogwash as some of the bizarre stuff as is presented on Jerry Springer.
I was, and still am in many respects, a go it alone type of learner.I inherently distrust experts.I can’t rightly say why this is so, but it has caused me to be the kind of person who will learn a subject…

I support President Obama on immigration reform

After watching and listening to President Obama and ruminating on what he says, I agree with him.  This is the McCain/Kennedy package that was ripped apart by partisan politics.  I apologize for criticizing it without really listening.  Keep the good immigrants and boot the bad ones.  The good ones will have to come clean, apply for a green card, pay taxes, and this only applies to illegals who have been in the country more than 5 years. 

I was for this very legislation when John McCain and Ted Kennedy tried to push it through.  The Left screamed that the suggested fines the illegals would have to pay was too harsh, so it was decided to drop the fine and then the Right screamed it was amnesty and the whole bill tanked.  We were left with what we presently have and that is a system that does not work!

All I ask before you bash it, is listen carefully to his logic.  If you can still find fault, then so be it.  I have also written my congressman to show support for this bill.
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What is more fun than people?

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I met a guy in high school who left a very good indelible mark on my life.I wish I had a long list of people who I could say the same thing about, but very few are like this guy.What makes him so different is he “got it” as a teenager and it took me about 40 years to begin to “get it”.

I met him in Canton, Georgia back in the mid to late 60’s and still communicate with him, even though he lives in Georgia and I of course, live in Texas.Alan Dempsey is a preacher’s son and like many preachers kids, he went a bit buck wild only to straighten out later.However, he was the kindest, most friendly person I had met at that time and still ranks right at the top of my kindest people list.I was a Yankee in redneck North Georgia and needed a friend and he was there for me.
Alan, despite the fact that he had unruly straw-like shaggy blonde hair and possibly the worst case of acne imaginable, was extremely popular with the young ladies.I on the other hand, had fairly good hair and relatively f…

Womens. Don’t underestimate em!

I’m now into 5 straight months at the gym named after the clock and yes, I know the word womens is not grammatically correct, but in a sense, it is.All women are not the same and my reference is in this vein.Like fishes, women can be quite diverse and well, different, but in the end, they are still very female in nature, with a certain amount of tenacity that confounds men in general.
The older I get, the more I appreciate their persistence and individuality and I can say that and still basically retain my caveman man-card.A man-card is a delicate thing at best I reluctantly admit.Women instinctively know this and we buffoons who carry them, blindly believe we have womens buffaloed… well we don’t and they tolerate us with a generous amount of levity and leeway.
I got my man-card nearly revoked this past Tuesday when I sat my ample rear man parts on the skinny seat of a “spinner” exercise bike at the gym.It was my second encounter with this heinous and ingeniously designed torture dev…

The Fickle Finger of Fate

Fate; the predisposition or predetermination of our life, or what some say is inevitability in or on our path.“It is what it is and you can’t change it Becky.”
I don’t buy it.Not completely anyway.I’m sorry if you do, but I just can’t; just like I don’t believe no matter what I do, I am going to step in that hot blob of grape bubble gum in the Ug-Lee’s Boudin parking lot.For reasons I won’t bore you with, I simply believe a whole lot of my life is in my own hands.If I put myself in harm’s way, why would I be surprised it that limb smacks me in the mouth?
Sure, that fellow in the bright yellow lifted Ford F-250 running a red light is a very real threat, but does that mean I can’t avoid it, or that no matter where I am, I will get t-boned by one of many distracted guys because fate would make me drive to a particular intersection?
Uh, no.No. Nope.However, when I am stopped by a train, or miss my turn-off, I have often thought it might just be the work of the Lord to keep me from harm’s…