Thursday, December 30, 2010

Dog Sledding




Cross another thing off the Bucket List!!! Dog Sledding. What an absolute kick. Fun with a capital F. The weather was an easy -10F and Cindy didn't want to drive the team so that left the two hour tour to me to drive. Absolutely fun. The dogs were great. I would do it again in a heartbeat. As a matter of fact they have a two day trip, overnight. . . . I'm . . . .thinking . . . .

Dinner




We had our Anniversary dinner at this restaurant called Rustica. It was awesome. We started with bread and three kinds of dipping oil; chili, sun dried tomato, and garlic basel. Then salad for me, candied walnut with raspberry vinaigrette and Cindy had Chipotle Yam soup (Awesome). Then filet cut of prime canadian beef, totally awesome and for dessert, an apple-cranberry crust and a white chocolate eggnog infused Torte. I was sick, was so full. The best part was that it was my Anniversary dinner. What a great way to start off the next 20 years!!!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Canada




I heard a comedian describe Canada as "The attic that you never go into, but once you do you realize all the cool stuff there is up here. I love Canada. It is an beautiful country. I would love to come here more!!!

20 Years


20 years ago I got married. my wife is wonderful, awesome, caring, and a whole lot more. One of the funny things i am finding out is the rarity of being married for 20 years. When we tell someone that the 28th is our 20th anniversary the response we usually get is WOW congrats, that's a long time, and it is rare to find a couple together for that long. Interesting. We are the rarity not the rule. Very Interesting...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Day


Its early morning Christmas Day and I am up. The strange thing about this morning is that no one else is!!! All the kids are still in bed and if I don't wake them up (which I'm not going to do), then they will all sleep till noon. Why you ask? On Christmas morning, the only morning were kids always get up before parents. Well we did things a little different this year. Cindy had to work Christmas day and so we decided to move our christmas up a day. The kids loved it!!! By Christmas eve all the events done at our house were over, opening gifts, Church service, big dinner, games, cards. And now it is Christmas day and we get to sleep in and hang with family. Not a bad idea.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

My Baby


This is my baby. I have four babies and they are all precious. They all have the same last name, Talbert, but they are all so different. This baby of mine is going under the knife tomorrow morning. And even though I have seen and witnessed numerous people go through various levels of medical treatment. This one is my baby. As a man I stand strong, unwavering, sturdy and rock solid. As a parent I worry, I pray, and am brought to my knees at the mere thought of my baby not well. I love my babies. I love this baby. And all I can do is entrust them. . . Entrust her. . . To God's loving hands.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Letting Go. . .



I recently was reading through stories in the Bible and came across the story of King Solomon and the two mothers. Two women had given birth but one had rolled over in night and accidently killed her child. So with a jealous heart she went and swapped the babies and took the live one for her own. The story goes that when they awoke and found the babies, one alive and the other dead, they went to King Solomon to determine the real mother to the one remaining child. Solomon advice was to split the child and let each have a half. One mother said ok and the other, the real mother, said "no give her to the other cause then at least the child is still alive". Now I know that this story is about the wisdom of Solomon, but I think also there is something to be said for the mother who had enough love for her child, that to see the child live, she was willing to let him go.
This is real love. Love that is willing to let go in order for lives to be saved. This love, I believe, can be greater because it has the element of thinking of others over self. But this love is hard. Not easily obtained. In todays day very rare. This is true love. Loving so completely that the other's needs are met . . . first.
I am not real good at this love. It requires sacrifice and heartache. It requires letting go. I wish I was a pro at this but I'm not. Outside of my family and a select friend or two, my ability to love completely wanes.
I need to think more of others and less of me. This is what the mother in Solomon's time was able to do. In the end she loved, lost and loved again. I hope this is true of me too.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

When It's Good . . . . . .


Cindy makes these Chocolate Graham Cracker Peanut Butter bars. Graham cracker, powdered sugar, peanut butter crust with a chocolate topping. I love it. I ask for it every year for my birthday and anytime in-between. It is my all time favorite dessert. It is the one dessert that i can eat till I feel ready to explode. . . . . and then have just one more!!!!! It is a diet busting dessert for me. I come home from work in the morning and have a piece. If I walk by it during the day, I have a piece. If I can sneak one before dinner I will and then you have to have one for dessert afterwards. It is just good!!!!! There are no two ways around it. When there is a pan of it in the house, everything is just happier for me.

Lately my life has been a pan of Chocolate Graham Cracker Peanut Butter bars. My relationship to my wife is good, my kids is good, my work is good and my friends are good. I am in a happy place right now and I do not want it to end. I want my Chocolate Graham Cracker Peanut Butter bars to last forever and ever.

And not gain any weight :)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Smokey Down!!


I'm sad. Smokey my German Shepard is hurting. We always argue amongst ourselves how old Smokey really is, we think around 9, 10 or even 11 years old. You see it's the hips. In large breed dogs, a common occurrence is hip dysplasia. She has carried the weight of her body as well as the responsibilities of the protecting the house. For years Smokey has been the one who has stood guard at the front door, was the imposing figure when someone unknown came to the house. I could not tell you how many times strangers have come to the house and been stopped cold by a simple look, not willing to find out what would happen if things went bad. But now Smokey is hurting, barely able to carry the weight of responsibility much less her own body.
This saddens me.


But that is only part of it, then there's Bella. The companion, the friend. We have had other dogs in the house, but Smokey has always held a higher place with Bella. Smokey is not like any other dog to Bella, they are companions, true companions. Its not physical, it never was, it would never work. They are too opposite. Its a chemistry, a knowing that connects the two, something that most animals, much less humans never have.


I am sad today because Smokey is hurting. I see it, my family sees it and I'm sure Bella sees it.


Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Bond


I hate it when my life and the lives of those I love are affected negatively by outside influences, influences we cannot control. Politicians are notorious for doing this. They make decisions that affect us, sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad but most of the time for there own benefit. The city of Brea has a Fire Chief that is making decisions to save his own skin but he doesn't realize that those same decisions affect the lives, well-being and even the safety of the Firefighters that have to work under them. It is selfish on his part to not see that his decisions and actions can and do have a negative affect on the lives and relationships of those that work around him.
Now I am truly an optimist but it is hard in times like this to see good in this situation. But if you look hard enough, it is there, way in the back. An Army drill sergeant purposely imposes and embodies adversity to create and strengthen the bond between soldiers. Adversity and strife have the ability to tear individuals down, but to more than one person, a couple, a crew, or a department, it strengthens a bond and can deepen relationships.
This is what happens when a Fire Chief, a Politician, a Drill Sergeant or a Captain create adversity, the bonds of friendship, of camaraderie, of relationships, while put to the test, are strengthened.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

She's Back


Well for the last year we have been a family of five. Not that I didn't like my family of six, but when one of the chicks jumped the nest, we had to re-adjust. Now I know that this is going to be a hard transition for all of us. But I am glad that my oldest chick is back in the nest or at least back within my sphere of influence.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

You've Got a Friend



How many friends can one person have. Ashton Kutchner had a race with Oprah as to who could get the most Twitter followers. I used to always accept friend requests on Facebook because it seemed to show how many people were my "friend" or at least took enough interest in me to hit a button and send a friend request. But I am struck by the very few amount of real friends that I truely have. My brother was my best man when I got married. But he's also my brother not just my friend. Of the other 4 guys that I had standing with me, I only really talk to one of them and that is only occasionally.

James Taylor put it the best when he said,

"When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
when nothing, whoa nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest days"

He goes on to say,


"Winter, spring, summer and fall
all you have to do is call
and I'll be there yes I will ,
You've got a friend"

If this song were a list of requirements for my friendship then I think I would lose all . . .well . . .almost all of my friends.
A best friend is someone who meets these criteria and then some.
A best friend is someone who isn't constrained by seasons and all I have to do is call....
A best friend is someone who isn't afraid of the hard conversations but loves the easy ones.
A best friend is someone who will listen to me, then kicks my butt and sparks action.
This list can go on forever. But the bottom line is that I have this friend, a real best friend. and that is special to me.

Really


Sunday, July 25, 2010

Unconditional Love




I had a talk with one of the guys I work with lately and the subject centered around kids and the joy they bring and even the heartache they cause. And how seemingly no matter how mad you get at them, or how many times they push your buttons, you still cannot help but love them, completely. This is unconditional love. How is it that someone you have never met, never laid eyes on, never held in your arms, you would, at that instant, laid down your life for without question. That is how I feel about my kids. Jenna is my 16 year old daughter. She can get under my skin almost like no other (her older brother was pretty good too). There is almost no day that goes by where we don't clash in one area or another, driving, boys, friends the list is endless. But in the midst of strife and even when the dust settles, I can't help but love her completely. Alyssa drove me batty, Zachary tried to kill me, Jenna is in the middle of slaying me and Shelby is beginning to aim the gun. But I love em!! Unconditionally.

I have friendships that border on this as well. I can experience strife, miscommunication, LOS (see previous posts), but I always come back to them, I care for them, I worry for them, and I continue to love them. I hurt when they hurt, I am sad when they are sad and I miss them when they are not around. They pursue me or I pursue them, either way there is no obstacle or barrier that cannot be overcome. They love me unconditionally sometimes even in spite of me. I need these people in my life, more and more. They keep me grounded and challenged and I need that.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Smitten


These two are at it again. Inseparable. It is definitely against all odds. The only word I can think of for these two is Smitten.

Smokey + Kitten = Smitten.

They are together constantly. One with beauty and grace and the other with protection and security. There is no explanation other than they are Smitten by each other. I think I'm going to have a small ceremony for the two of them.

Out of Reach


I was recently in a grocery store near my house and while walking down one of the isles watched as a lady was hopelessly looking for ways to reach an item on the top shelf. There was no way she was going to succeed, absolutely not it was completely out of reach. So being a 6 ft tall (ruggedly handsome) man, I asked her if I could help and promptly got her item.

My son became a Fire Explorer at the station I work at, even though he is not under my direct supervision I can reach out and touch him. Alyssa lives in Colorado and while it may be difficult at times I can still call, or text, or in some way reach out and touch her. My best friends live in Ohio and Washington State and I can at almost anytime night or day, reach out and call, text, skype or email.

It's when things or people are out of reach, just beyond my ability to call, text affect, or reach that makes me sad. When they are on the top shelf just inches from your fingertips and if you could grow your arm . . .just . . . alittle then you could reach them. Worse when you can see the item and watch your fingers dance on the edge of grasping.

NASA calls this time during re-entry, LOS for Loss of Signal. It is roughly 1310 seconds and during that time everyone is on edge, in anticipation of ROS or Return Of Signal.
I don't want to have 1310 seconds of LOS from any of those who I love and care about much less 1 second. And if they are, then I can't wait to have them ROS

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Paradise

Charles Lindbergh, as he was dying of cancer was given the opportunity to stay in New York and go through therapy that could possibly briefly extend his life or home to the island of Maui in Hawaii. Before two weeks ago I would have thought him crazy, but after having spent just a little time there I can easily see his point of view.
The moment we landed at LAX we knew we were back. The airport smelled of smoke, people were hurrying on their way not even bothering to look up or heaven forbid say hello.
Paradise was gone.
The soft sandy beaches, flip flops (my new shoe of choice) shorts and where the evening entertainment is the sunset on the beach and it never grows old. This is what we left. The happy part is that I know this place exists and I will be going back. Soon.

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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The next to the Last Day

It is the second to the last night here in Hawaii. I cannot believe all the things we have done. It would seem that whenever we go on vacations to a place we have never been before, we do everything imaginable in the short time we have here. Parasailing, zip lining, snorkeling, boat tours Road to Hana, paddle boarding, jumping off cliffs into ponds. All these things that most people do over the coarse of years, we do in one week. Hectic fast furious and a lot of fun with a capital F. One of these days we will take a vacation and actually rest and relax. . . . Maybe

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Thursday, July 1, 2010

Mermaid



I knew we would see one and she is beautiful. My Mermaid

Dolphins!!!!




We went on a boat/snorkeling tour one day. We went to Molokini which is a giant underwater crater that has great snorkeling and then to a site called Mani Lau where there was allot of the same fish. I think they just followed the boat and showed up looking for handouts. Now don't get me wrong, snorkeling is fun although I can only take so much of floating around looking at the bottom of the ocean. The real fun came on the return trip the marina where we came across a extremely large pod of dolphins. We were not guaranteed any dolphin sightings so when we came upon this pod it was exciting. Almost as exciting as 122 people rushing to one side of the boat. Good thing there was a few of the heavier people who stayed on the other side.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tattoos





Are you kidding me!!! There we are in a surf shop renting snorkeling gear, paddle and boogie boards and Jenna and Alyssa both come rushing in to say that they have found a Henna Tattoo shop next door and can they each get one. Well my first thought is to be the responsible dad and say that "Your Grandma would kill you if she found our you guys had a tattoo!!!" But by the time we came back later that evening, all six of us were lined up waiting and who do you think was first in line??? Yup, your's truly. "Well they needed someone to go first". So now I wonder what's next . . . corn-rows, piercings, BOYFRIENDS!!!!! May it never be. . . . .

The Real Day One




Ok, so this is the REAL day one. Our first full day here on Maui. Holy Smokes. We got problems..... The kids have already said that this is the best day of the trip so far!!!! Snorkeling with sea turtles, paddle boarding righteous sunset (again) and Tattoos (Henna Tattoos). If I am correct then aren't you supposed to build up to the last day of the trip and have it be the bestest day ever!! we are definitely in trouble.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Day One


This is the first day here in Hawaii. Now we did spend a large portion of the time on an airplane but it was fun. The trip from one island to another was very fun. Just as we were getting into Maui the pilot decided to bank real hard coming in line with the runway. and when I say hard, I mean real hard. We were looking at the ground from our window...straight down, crazy. I've been in small planes and I know how much fun it is to bank hard, so I know the pilot enjoyed it. So inspite of the excitement of the trip we made it here. Hooray!!!!!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Number 49


One of the most fun distinctions that I have and my kids all think it is great is that I have had the opportunity to visit all 48 states in the continental United States. From Maine to Florida and California to New York and everywhere in-between. I have seen the fort at St Augustine in Florida, Mt Rushmore, Old Faithful. My family stepped into Maine just to say we had been there. But now I have the opportunity to up the ante. Hawaii. Tomorrow I will be able to add one more state to the list of states I've stepped foot in. And it will be fun. With a Capital F.....

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Ouch


Isn't it funny how a couple of bones the size of your wrist, along with a bunch of muscles can hold the entire body erect. And when those bones are out of whack it affects everything. Well my back hurts. It's a ailment that I have been dealing with since a volleyball injury in college and having one leg just alittle longer than the other certainly doesn't help. The worst part is that I am heading to Hawaii in less than36 hours. Motrin and ice, then ice and Motrin. I am glad all 4 of my children are going with me that way they can carry me where ever we go. Or maybe even just leave me on the beach with a drink that has an umbrella and check on me at the end of the week.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Adventure Travel


I guess this post was destine to happen. in a nutshell, I love to travel. We are headed to Hawaii in roughly 72 hours and I cant wait. Not just for the great fun that we are going to have but for the trip itself. I love every aspect especially the airport. At the airport, people are going somewhere or arriving from somewhere. It is fun to people watch there. but I digress. . . . When I get on a plane there is a sense of adventure, going someplace I have never been before and seeing something I have maybe only seen in pictures. I think I got this ability to travel from the days when as a kid my dad, every August, would load up the Chevy Van and tent trailer and the family would take off for a months adventure to . . . where ever. Across the United States, Pacific to Atlantic, Canada to the Gulf. I have see the Baseball, Football, Cowboy and Indian Halls of Fame. The petrified Forrest, the Niagara Falls, Times Square, The Ozarks. Been to every state in the Continental United States, even Maine. And now I get to go to Hawaii. Number 49 for me. I can't wait.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day



I initially did not have high hopes for a exciting Father's Day this year. I had just got done working 48 hours and Cindy was spending the day at the hospital making sure things run smoothly as only she can make them. So I figured my day would go something like this..... Come home tired, find kids asleep, go to Church by myself send the afternoon watching TV or cleaning something that needed cleaning, dinner at a local restaurant and home to bed. Wooohooo.
But I was surprised. When I did get home I was not that tired and even though I went to the 9:00 service by myself at Northpoint, by the time I got home the kids were ready for the 11:00 service at Crossroads. The service was awesome every aspect of it. They had stuff for men to do afterwards with their families like Rock climbing, hackett and knife throwing, off-road course. car show, paintball, live rock band (first time I have ever heard Hotel California sung at a church) and a dozen other things. We then headed to Chronic Tacos for lunch (shrimp burritos) and then to Iron Man 2 in the afternoon. We picked up Cindy and headed to Kings Fish House for dinner and I ordered (for the first time) sushi and Zach and Jenna each tried a piece. While they were not to excited about it, I was in 7th heaven, it was awesome. Then to Target to shop for our trip to Hawaii. I had alot of fun and I had the power of Father's Day which means I can say things like, "Don't argue cause its Father's Day" and " I want to drive, cause its Father's Day". It was great.
Everything turned out OK. Until I realized I had forgotten to call my own dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day. Luckly I had 30 minutes before midnight and made it just under the wire. I was so busy worrying about My Father's Day that I forgot I had a Father. But dad, don't feel too bad. I missed mom on Mother's Day too.....

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Another Favorite Picture


This Picture was taken at a wedding of a friend. It is one of many of my all time favorites.

The Holiday Birthday Club


I have this problem My birthday falls in a very inopportune time. Let me explain. My birthday is June 15th. Now at first glance it worked out great. I was always the correct age for the grade I was in. When I was young, the toys I would get I could use all summer and best of all my birthday signaled the beginning of Summer and best of all summer vacation. But as I grew older I found that around that same time were graduations and after kids Father's day. And it became easier and easier to start combining the days. So gifts would start coming as "Graduation/Birthday" gifts and "Birthday/Father's Day" gifts. Now I know some of you are about to nominate me for the Selfish Award and i probably could win. But think about it.... a special day right next to a special day. Like having your birthday on the day after Christmas. Everyone has gifts, oh and by the way here is an extra gift for your birthday tomorrow don't mind the Christmas wrapping!!! I think I will seek out all people whose birthday falls on or around a major gift giving holiday and we'll form a club. We'll stock up on "Birthday" wrappings only and always make a birthday a VERY special day no matter what holiday it lands on or near. We'll start the "Holiday Birthday Club".

Friday, June 4, 2010

My Favorite Picture



Came across this picture when I was just browsing through my iphoto library. I love this picture. I will always love this picture.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Play Night




Friday night and all day Saturday Zach, Jenna and Shelby are in the show Tom Sawyer. And because the parents participation in the Green room, back stage, costume design, props, lighting, Etc, it becomes very difficult to see the show from anything other than the curtains at the side of the stage. But Saturday I had the opportunity to sit in the audience and watch as 65 kids from the ages of about 10 to 18 performed.... and it was awesome. There is some incredible talent. I was awestruck at Zach's rendition of the preacher. I fully laughed. It is fun watching my kids on stage, acting singing and dancing. I would have never thought, but there they were, without fear and totally comfortable on stage in front of an audience. I am a proud papa.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Opposites Attract





In my house I have two animals that are direct opposites. I love my dog Smokey, a very large German Shepherd, bull in a china shop, protector, with a row of teeth as long as my hand. Smokey stands guard in the house and no one comes in or out without a thorough looking over. Everything you'd ever want in a guard dog and companion. Then there's Bella, my daughter's cat. Graceful, beautiful, playful, not a care in the world, fun with a capital F. And somehow against all odds they are inseparable. They spoon each other. Bella is always waiting at the door for Smokey and they are never far from each other. Even as I am writing this blog Smokey is next to me and Bella has her paws across Smokey's. It is against the laws of nature that these two should be so close, but they are. They do spend time apart but as soon as the day slows down or there is lull in the everyday hustle and bustle of our house, you find Bella and Smokey laying next to each other, playing, Bella moving in and between Smokey's legs and Smokey simply watching, and protecting. I don't know if the two of them can communicate, doggie language versus kitty language. Maybe there is some kind of chemistry that constantly draws the two of them closer. Maybe in a different world or a different land Dogs and Cats live together all the time. I know that it exists here in my house and it makes me happy.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Friends




My wife says that I like work way to much. She is happy that I have found a career that I enjoy but at times I feel that my happiness for work is overboard. But what's not to love. My crew has become my friends. I like to hang around with these guys. They are fun and full of life. I like the Fire Engine, who wouldn't. I get to run red lights, run the siren, people get out of my way. I enjoy the calls, well most of the calls. They are interesting and I get to actually help. I enjoy the hospital, the doctors, nurses and staff, they have become my friends.

I know that I am rambling but there is probably nothing that I do not look forward to tomorrow. From the people I will see to the emergency calls I go on (even at night). This is strange I know. But part of me feels blessed that I am where I am and that I interact with the people I interact with.

I think that this is called community or making a difference. Whatever it is, I like it.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Modern Day Zacchaeus

I was reminded as I read a good friends blog that one of the purposes of writing these stories and glimpses into our lives is that we never forget the things that matter and that impact us. So I will attempt to reach back into my past to log an event that to this day still makes me wonder, and still somewhat impacts how I think and act. So here it is.....


It was the summer of 1984. I know this because the Olympics were in Los Angeles and the Olympic torch was making it way across the nation. I was a courier for banks and small businesses just taking deposits and cancelled checks to a central processing center. Nothing big, no armored car just my new bright red Toyota Corolla driving around the streets of Orange County. It was the middle of the week and my route took me through downtown Fullerton at the same time that the Olympic Torch was supposed to pass through. To a courier time is money. There is always a schedule but I had the unfortunate luck to end up on Harbor Blvd just north of Commonwealth as traffic ground to a complete stop. I knew I was going no where and there would be hell to pay for being late when I got there, so I simply settled in and waited for the torch to arrive. As 15 minutes turned into 30 minutes, turned into 45 a crowd had started to gather and the mood had begun to pick up. A line of people began to form between myself and the side of the street the torch would be making it's appearance and between that line and my car my modern day Zacchaeus showed up. I was standing in the open door of my car, making me a good three feet taller than the crowd, and I noticed that this man, maybe 5 feet tall had begun to pace back and forth looking for a break in the large crowd that had formed. (I just got shivers reliving it) He asked me no less than a dozen time "Do you see it?", "Is it coming?" each time answering "Not yet", "I don't see anything yet!". Soon I began to see, off in the distance the beginning of the entourage for the famed Olympic torch. The crowd became electric. People had begun cheering and clapping, it was easy to be caught up in the moment as I forgot that I even had a job and was engulfed in national pride. As the torch drew near I began to notice my little friend had grown more nervous and even a bit frantic as he realized he would not be able to see the Olympic Flame passing by. His pacing became more desperate and his questions came faster, "Can you see it?", "What does it look like?" The noise of the crowd was deafening. I had a clear view of the torch and as it came within 20 feet of me, my modern day Zacchaeus made his final plea. He thrust his camera towards me and said these words, "I cannot see the torch passing, would you please take a picture for me?" I reached down, grabbed his camera and clicked off three pictures as fast as I could with his "non-digital" camera. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that my friend was no longer pacing and with his back to the flame and the crowd, was staring up at me as I took the pictures of something he could only wish to see. The flame passed within 10 feet of me, I was estactic. Out of sheer luck I had landed my car in the middle of a parade and was privy to an incredible wave of national pride. A minute later the torch was gone, the crowd had begun to dissipate and my friend could not wait to have his camera back to develop the film and finally see what I personally had witnessed. I handed him his camera, he thanked me and disappeared into the crowd. I climbed down into my car and immediately realized what I had done. I had been witness to a remarkable event. I had seen a simple flame ignite a city, much more a country with patriotic fervor. But Zacchaeus only saw me. He watched me as I watched this great event unfold before me. I was floored. I had seen the "light" and did not have the presence of mind or even courage to show someone else. I should have grabbed my friend by the scruff of his neck and stood him on the roof of my new car and told him "Here, you look, you see the glory that is passing before us!" But I didn't. I drove around the block twice looking for him. I was 90 minutes late to my next stop. I drove by again after work just hoping by some chance I would have the opportunity to apologize, to describe in detail everything I had been witnessed to. I never saw Zacchaeus again. By the time I got home I was visibly shaken. I had been given the opportunity, the direct opportunity to show someone the light, and I had failed. I still get goose bumps every time I drive through the intersection of Harbor and Commonwealth in Fullerton. I think when I get to Heaven I will ask God about that divine appointment and how I missed it. And ask, can I see that man, Zacchaeus so I can apologize and tell him how beautiful the light is.

Friday, April 16, 2010

True Love

How is it that almost every movie I watch has some kind of love story or romance. If it wasn't for movies like Saving Private Ryan or Predator or any Chuck Norris movie, I would say that our society is obsessed with finding and/or having true love. Well I saw it. It was a short brief glimpse into the heart of true love, but it was there, glaring obvious even to the point of bringing it to the attention of my co-workers. An elderly gentleman had fallen. He took a medicine that had dropped his blood pressure and before he knew it, he had tumbled to the ground in a parking lot and banged up his forehead. As all this happened his wife who had Alzheimer's sat quietly in a chair next to him oblivious to what had happened or even, no doubt, who it was who had fallen next to her. But as we evaluated him it was obvious his concern was for her. He was not hurt but for a scratch on his forehead and as we walked away I watched as he took the hand of his wife, who could not even remember his name, and led her to the car and helped her in. This man embodied the phrase "In sickness and in health". She could not even tell us his name, but there he was, taking his wife out, caring for her, directing her, and loving her . . . . truly. It is not man-made, it is divine and it is slowly becoming more rare every day. I for one am glad I saw this couple. It is a challenge to me. It was, truly, True Love.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Day I almost Died


I have never landed this and this is the closest that I have ever come. We used this video to help the ER put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Monday, March 29, 2010

I'm Back

I was told by a good friend that I was a bad blogger. I didn't even know that I was a "blogger" but I guess that because I have a blog I should probably write on it. So let me recap since the last blog entry...... well I graduated high school, wait that was too far back!!! Closer to this decade, I am working in Placentia and loving it. With the amount of calls, being a paramedic again and actually going to a hospital instead of handing a patient off, I feel like I am back in the game again. And it feels good. I only hope I can keep up the pace. Oh and thanks to that person who pointed out my blogger-insufficiency, I will be better.

ps and maybe I will figure out how to put pictures on this blog . . . maybe