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Monday, April 24, 2006 Two Choices... Current mood: thoughtful I posted this as a bulletin, but I liked it enough to put it as a blog as well. This is exactly how I feel about life. I also added an blog entry from Roxy's Page b/c I liked it as well and was fitting. Hope you enjoy.. Take Care All. -Chris- John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood." Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life. "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life." I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw him about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live." "Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. He continued, "..the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action." "What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'." Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead." He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34. After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= One Day At A Time There are two days in every week about which we should not worry; two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes and cares, it faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond your control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed: we cannot erase a single word we said, Yesterday is gone. The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. Tomorrows sun will rise, either in slender or behind a mask of clouds - but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet unborn. This leaves only one day - Today. Any man can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you add the burdens of those two awful eternities - Yesterday and Tomorrow - that we break down. It is not the experience of Today that drives men mad - it is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring. LET US THEREFORE, LIVE BUT ONE DAY AT A TIME.

Another Old Blog Thursday, March 31, 2005 Old People Observation I was driving behind an old person today and I was thinking.. Ya know.. If I was old and knew I could die anytime, I would not want to waste any time sitting behind the wheel. I would want to get to my destination. People debate that that they want to be more cautious and take it easy and not take any chances. But if you ask me, that is taking away the one desire we all wish to achieve in our lifetimes. To not be another pencil pusher beind a desk, but to be something. To be able to look back and say, "Yes, I had a blast, and never looked back, and enjoyed every minute of it." That`s how I try to live. I try not to live in worries of what tomorrow will bring. My life is in God`s hands and I feel perfectly content with that and I feel that when it is your time, it`s exactly that. I don`t understand people that live in fear of what tomorrow may bring. So many people have told me they couldn`t just leave everything and not be frightened or they couldn`t ever quit their job and move out or something to that effect. Before the Navy, I had flown twice. Once to D.C. in 8th grade, and another 10 minute flight for my skydiving on my 18th Bday. I had never taken a foot really out of the southeast, and had lived a rather sheltered life. If fear of failure owns your life, then you need to reprioritize your life, b/c you can`t have success without failure. I will admit I am fairly predictable and that I tend to be quite the loner from time to time. But I try my best to be as adventurous or spontaneous as time and money permits. Oh well, just another entry that never ceases to amaze why little things amount to bigger things. Oh well, that`s all for now. I`m Out.

Yet another one of my old blogs I thought I could resurface.. Friday, April 08, 2005 This is pointless, so don’t read this unless you are really bored. I was sitting here thinking about my friends back home and how most are engaged or married or in a serious relationship. My group of friends are pretty much anywhere from 19-22 and all I can do is think back to but a few short years ago when the "I am never getting married" talk was all we discussed among guys. "Oh yeah, I am going to be single forever" or "There is no way I am getting married." I had a friend date this girl for almost three years, she cheated on him, then dumped him, and here is engaged to a girl that he had known for about 4 months. This is just one example to the cases/scenarios I have witnessed. I am still young or I haven't found the one or something like that will be thought by the few who read this who have experienced true love and have the happily ever after story. I am not what you would exactly call a guy who goes out on one night stands or anything. I have a few experience points, but nothing to gloat about. So I have decided that it's the girls who are evil. I personally refuse to say "I love you" to a girl unless it's true. I am not a "I love you, now let's get in the sack" type guy. Girls I have dated have found this very uneasy when I will not say it back, but that's just it. I haven't found that one true love. I have found a few that definitely sit above the rest, but not the love everyone wants. I hear girls telling guys "I love you" after a few dates or a couple of weeks of dating. I do not understand that. "Oh, it's love at first sight" or "You just know." Again, this is kind of like me not understanding why people don't just give up smoking cigarettes. I have never smoked, hence I do not know the addictions and things it causes, so I don't know how hard it is to quit apparently. I guess this all pretty much goes back to the old adage “don’t know it until you have tried it” idea. Pardon me for the sporadic manner this is written, because there are so many thoughts in my head that I cannot theorize and put them in a logical sequence. Witnessing a girl saying “I love you” after three dates with no physical or emotional connection to me is one of the examples I am basing off of. Another is a girl that I have known for 4 years that I have personally watched as she dates guys and in every case of knowing him for about a week, up in her profile goes the “I love him so much” and “I want to be with him forever.” I care for her and wish her nothing but the best, but it’s just a little irritating sometimes. I look through my list of friends online and realize that more than half say something about Love. I think the word “love” is so overused nowadays and that it has all but totally lost meaning. I can’t wait for the day I come to my senses and realize what love is all about. But until then, I guess I am just too young to understand. I will leave you with this. No matter how many exes, psychotic, obsessive, irritating, or distasteful you have had, remember this.. Whales, stingrays, and even penguins go through their entire lives with only one mate. Penguins can handle relationships better than you can

This was a Blog I wrote about a Decline in Manners based on a CNN News Report.. Hope you enjoy. Sunday, October 23, 2005 I was reading this article and I couldn't help but totally agree with everything they said. I was blessed with a close intense solid family that was always there for me, and Grandparents who had no problem correcting me when I would say "yeah" rather than "Yes" or "Yes Mam." My parents were always there to keep me in line, show me that everything in life isn't free, but if you work hard and keep your goals straight and stay out of trouble, that there is nothing stopping you. I was brought up with nothing but courtesy and respect towards family, and even more importantly, women. My mom and sister, as I would progress in age, I would listen to their stories and the great faux pas they would tell me and let me know what to and what not to do with women. So here I sit, 21 years old, and I still get weird looks when I say, "Yes mam/sir" or "No sir/mam" to people. People have become so complacent with being rude that being somewhat polite about knocks people over. I try my best to keep with my roots and ethics I was brought up with. For instance, I still pay for my date's movie, food, or wherever we go. The Freedom of speech was meant to give you the rights to have the right to speak. But to speak with the point of not even willing to listen to another possibility or to answer everyone else's view with F*CK YOU is just straight up rude. I hear people compliment me on how calm and how placid of a person I am. Why is that? Why is it so uncommon for a person to not be all hot blooded and short fused. How many people can I view through their pages and see a "I'm a b*tch and proud of it" icons or sayings. These are little 21st century litany things that have become so everyday culture, you never really realize what they mean or saying about a person. For those of you who watch or have seen "Sweet Sixteen" on mtv and see nothing wrong with those kid's attitude, then I beg for you to go spend a week with my grandmother.. It would be a life-lifting experience. I honestly CANNOT watch that show for more than 5 minutes. Just to hear 15 year olds going off on their parents is one of the few things that will definitely make me count to 10. I had a great life growing up and I was spoiled to death with love and family, but by God, I knew how to respect the people who gave me a house to live in, clothes to wear, and shoes on my feet, and food on the table, and I think today's society has lost all sense of that. How many girls under the age of 18 can say they have told their parents "I hate you" or have run away from home. I don't mean to make up my own statistics, but based on quizzes and surveys, it tends to be in the upper half of the majority. Why? B/c your parents didn't let you have a friend spend the night? B/c they wouldn't let you date that 30 year old with piercings? I guess this is kind of like my argument against smoking.. I have never been there, so I don't know what it's like. I never had a broken home or I didn't know what your parents were like or I don't know what went on behind closed doors. Yeah, you're right.. I don't.. But I guess all I am saying is.. When you see someone on the freeway trying to get over, let them over. Try saying Yes Mam/sir and No Mam/sir to people, Try saying "thank you". Try to avoid "Yeah" and "so what?" in your conversation. Try giving your opinion, and actually LISTEN, not just HEAR, other people's thoughts. When life sucks, like when you wreck your motorcycle you are paying off the next week, Be able to get up and say "Wow, I walked away and wasn't in an ambulance, Thank God." and be able to Laugh about it, even though you know you will be stressing over it later. But that's just me. If you don't like what I say, Then Go F*ck yourself.. hahah.. how rude.

Went to Canada Yesterday.. took a few pics that are not on my yahoo photo albums.. feel free to roll over that way and check out the photos.. The album is called "Victoria Canada"

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Ok, I am here in my barracks at Puget Sound Naval Shipyard, which is now known affectionately by me as psns. So I am out here in Bremerton. So I was checking in over at Bangor and when I got to medical, I was informed I am supposed to have a waiver in my record for my collapsed lung and for "retained hardware" in my leg being the metal rod in my femur. So apparently, my doc in Hawaii dicked me over on the paperwork side, so I am on medical hold until I get all that paperwork sent through and written up. They were trying to figure out a way for me to commute to Bangor, a 20 minute ride every morning, but had no way other than making the duty driver come and pick me up every morning and have to take me home. So instead they made a call to the Public Affairs Offices, aka PAO, to see if they could use some help over there to avoid the commute. Well, I get the word that the last few guys had bombed out b/c they guy is a retired captain and tends to be rather scrupulous with the help. I had talked to him on the phone, sounded pretty straight forward and blunt and didn't feel like babysitting anyone, and that from talking to me that I didn't sound too bad. So today, I walked there this morning.. a 2 minute walk which is really nice. Pretty laxed job. Pretty much turning into a janitor. I work in a building with a lot of the big wigs on base. But I am in a corner office, with just me and a tv and internet. So I just pretty much sat around, read my book, and watched some tv. But a lot of little things are going on, so I am trying to make the best of it. I do repeat.. I AM GOING TO GO NUTS ON THIS BASE WITHOUT A VEHICLE! There is only a subway and a McDonald's on base, both being like a 15 minute walk to them. There is a bowling alley on base, which is definitely a life saver. But there is nothing to do here. I don't work in an office where I can find new people to hang out with. I have never really been in this kind of a situation. I have always at least had other peers in the same situation as me. But I really am starting all over until I get to my boat. So i just have to ride it through these waves and get back to Hawaii and all will be well.. And for the record, I am not so sure I will even be back to Hawaii by Thanksgiving. but that's neither here nor there, so no use in thinking about it right now. But that's how it is. My room sucks or should I say my "area" b/c I don't have a real "room." I don't have a door to my room. You walk into my room and you have a living room area with two recliners and a tv. Then me and my roomie are split into two areas by closet drawers. I have no doors, my room is about the size of my kitchen area back in Hawaii.. it's really taking some adapting. My roomie at least has wireless internet, so I have internet here. That's about the best thing I have going. But that's the news.