Training you for that game called life  

Philosophy_N_Sex 49M/47F
1147 posts
9/20/2005 10:07 am

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Training you for that game called life

Song Lyric of the Day: “Oz never gave nothing to the Tim Man, that he didn’t, didn’t already have.” Tin Man ‒ America

Do you remember when you were a kid, and you did those hidden pictures within a picture puzzles? Maybe even as an adult you help kids see in the picture that the tree bark pattern has an outline of a cat, or the telephone pole is a pencil.

What do children’s puzzles have to do with life? Let me try and explain.

For some reason people, often total strangers or folks who are not close personal friends approach me and tell me very personal things. Not sexual things but very intimate, things that make up their being. Examples.

In high school a coach just working for the season was talking to me after practice in the parking lot. He out of the blue starting telling me about his near death experience. He is certain as he approached the light, that is was his long passed away grandma that told him it was not time, and go back. HE woke up later to relieved parents and Doctors. Now why he always seemed to be thinking one step ahead made sense, this life was “practice” and game time was still years away.

Years later my employer was a former career military MP. He was a very straightforward and down to earth. He called any thing with feathers, a bill, and webbed feet a duck. While chatting at work, he told be one time a story to never repeat. That one time he was on night patrol of the base. There was some ruckus in an old building. As he went to investigate, some thing he called a “spirit presence” stopped him from reaching the door. Then the fuse blew and power to the building cut out, and he was able to open the door. The building somehow flooded with water, and the water was in contact with the power box, if he touched the door he just knew he would be dead.

More years later when doing on location fitness testing, I was on a plane to Minneapolis. This lady starting chatting with me about kids and family, no big deal, I can brag about my kids with the best of them. When she started talking about Jesus and my eternal soul I started getting annoyed. Finally before I got rude, she explained to me her story. One night her phone rang at 2:16 a.m. when she picked up, nothing but static, she hung up figuring who ever would call at that time would call back. She heard her infant child scuffling and making an odd noise. When she looked in on him, somehow a cord got into the crib, wrapped around his neck and was choking him.

My last job there was this guy who came to the gym. He was gruff with everyone, not rude, just never sociable. Front desk and my co-workers hated this guy for blowing them off when they tried to chat with him, or talk about personal training. He could barley walk, always had his cane with him. He would strap himself into a recumbent, watch CNN, and peddle away. Then it was always shoulder press machine, never anything else. My desk was at the front of the main weight room, so I did not have to share an office and could dodge my coworkers. Anyway one day out of the blue this man walked up and started talking. He asked very basic exercise questions, and then started telling me about Vietnam. When he asked if I ever served in the military, I said, ”No, I have problems taking orders.” I was certain the conversation was over right then. But he kept on chatting and described how on one tour his leg was hit, and hit again when he went down. One of the new guys, whom he never cared to know, because new guys never live anyway, carried him. This soldier did not carry him just a few feet. He carried him for three days, through swamps, brush, up hills and under fire. He shared his water and what rations were left. I pleaded to just drop him and let him die, but the soldier just kept going, exhausted beyond anything anyone could comprehend. So once a month he sends “Mark” a letter, and has since ‘69. Then he stared off silently, and excused himself. Ever since that day, I was greeted with a smile, handshake or simulated salute.

In all of these cases the person said “ I have no idea why I felt I had to share this with you.” Many were embarrassed for a bit, but I never told or made fun.

What do X files type stories have to do with anything well let me continue.

Ever have a “moment of clarity?” when something suddenly makes sense, you see it all, and wonder why you never have seen it before? You think Duh! Why did I not see this sooner? Sometimes it is life changing, and your whole purpose of life slaps you in the face.

So what does Epiphany have to do with anything?

Well those who know me, or read my senseless drivel on this blog know I whine and complain that I never had a “mentor.” So I think whaa whaa whaa poor poor pitiful me, if I had a good teacher step foreword I would have made sense of things sooner, and be a better person. You know the Boo fucking Hoo whiny ass thing!

Well I woke up at like 5:00 in the morning Saturday, and it dawned on me. I have always had mentors. I was wearing blinders and assumed I would encounter one individual with the answers. Well duh, silly me! Education is all around. I have always known students make great teachers, but why did I never realize life is one big lesson. In my dumbass brilliance, I finally realized everyone and everyplace I ever encountered has been a mentor. It is up to my gorilla brain to figure things out! The light has been shining, I just been shielding my eyes!

I know this sounds very silly for a supposedly almost intelligent person to say. I can only describe it as a search is over, I can start a new journey because I have arrived. I have had what I needed, and I have always had what I needed. So I have not been sleeping as much, because I am going back and pondering all usual and unusual circumstances in my seeing what I missed. So I am doing the picture in a picture puzzle thing with life, while caring for family and doing the grad school thing.
Well Michael Jordan took his game to the next level, I can as well. So maybe I have been a life spectator too long, time to be a player in that game called life.

Thank you for tolerating my spewage. I hope you all find what you seek, and are open minded enough to see it when it shows it’s self.

Best wishes and Big Fishes


rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
9/20/2005 11:29 am

Actually it might mean that you re-do the SAME SEARCH as before. Only this time it makes sense.

But here's my ongoing concern:
The second line of the song is
"And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the Tropic of Sir Galahad"

I still don't understand that.
Is it a literary reference that I miseed while absorbed in Mad Magazine?

Good blog.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


rm_jayR63 59F
1884 posts
9/20/2005 2:40 pm

I never had this as an epiphany or sudden realization but I've simply come to a point in life where I realized something can be learned from every single person you meet and no matter how crappy your job may be, you do it the best it can be done.

I'm happy to hear someone else have this realization and you are fortunate to have had it earlier in life than I did.
It may also simply be a measure of self-knowledge and maturity.
Not one smart-assed remark, can you believe it?


SoljerBlu 39M

9/20/2005 6:37 pm

I like that you used "epiphany". It's always been a favorite word of mine. And you actually caught some of this message.. until you got to the part where you said..."arrived"... now ya gotta go back to home plate and swing again for the fences.
The mentors are all around... and the eyes viewing you see mentor and epiphany... you're never more than in the middle of the whole thing... ain't life grand?
oh, to wahine, it's "and cause never was the reason for Leaving".. the Galahad shit.. you're on your own.


rm_philonymph 38M
162 posts
9/20/2005 11:52 pm

You've got it.....
We're surrounded by Teachers....and they always know what and when we need to learn...all we have to do is listen.


rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
9/21/2005 1:36 am

GUESS WHAT.

Today I was sitting in a restaurant, having a late lunch and was contemplating this blog (and others) that I read this morning before I left the house. Okay (embarrassing to admit but) I've been on this secret mission of looking for signs lately. So in my brain, I thought this thought: "Why am I so into these blogs? Is there something that I'm really learning here?" And just then, no shit, Tin Man by America came on the PA system. I hadn't heard it in decades.

Okay, that's my woo woo story for the day.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


rm_FreeLove999 46F
16127 posts
9/21/2005 4:06 am

hmmm, i had this same epiphany the other day when a little voice said to me: "Other people ALSO have opinions, you know. You should try listening to them sometimes ... it might be enlightening!" ... and I am also one of those people who was always looking for my mentor (other people seem to have them in one person)...

p.s. i was trying to send you a comment last night, but everytime i did, the internet crashed, LOL! so wasn't sure if it was a sign...



[blog freelove999]


patsam69 51M/51F

9/21/2005 6:11 am

as I get older I realize that everyone you meet...whether it be in person, or just reading what they have to say, has an impact on your life, however small it may be. and all of these things add up to become something in your life. whether good or bad. it is what YOU do with it. You don't need a mentor to teach you...you just need yourself and the ability to listen and absorb.


Philosophy_N_Sex 49M/47F

9/21/2005 11:35 am

Yes that is true the search makes a tab bite more sense now. Also I am not sure what the second song line that you refer to means. I always wondered myself. maybe I will look into it, will look at their web site and try to find some interviews.

JayR
What no smart alec comment? This is a life-changing event! Grin.. Yes I try to do my job the best I can, my last job was the biggest collection of back stabbing dumbass ever assembled. But the clients never suffered because my dissatisfaction was not their fault. I do appreciate that your wisdom came at a high price to you, your wisdom did not jump out of a cracker jack box one day, so even thought I say things that annoy you, you are respected fellow fitness person.

Woodstock:
Yes arrived, and starting over again, seem that is what life is one thing ends so another can begin, Thanks for stoping by!

Philo:
Well one day my wisdom might be 50% yours, then we can talk because I would be able to keep up.

1hot:
Don’t you just love it when thing like that happen coincidence or sign? What do your instincts tell you?

Freelove:
Hey glad we hit some common ground, and I am not the only one who was searching. Net crashes are not signs they are annoyances big grn

Patsam:
Good to see you again! Small impact build up to eventual big impacts! Why did’nt you call me up in high school and tell me this? Geez that was my last big realization, don’t be so stingy with your wisdom smiles.


rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
9/21/2005 7:59 pm

My instincts tell me that we are all drawn here for some much larger than ordinary reason. Individually unique, yet with a common thread. And that no one else could begin to understand,

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


Philosophy_N_Sex 49M/47F

9/22/2005 11:36 am

I do agree 1hot! Each knows why they are here if the can admit it to themselves or not!


wyvernrose 38F
3895 posts
9/22/2005 9:57 pm

glad you figured it out....

it hit me back when I was fifteen....

ever since I have been getting strange looks and comments of your a hell of alot older than you look behind those eyes

not quite sure if that is something a gal really wants to hear it spooks the hell outta some people

patsam is spot on

WyvernRose


patsam69 51M/51F

9/23/2005 6:10 am

I would have called you in high school if had known myself back then!


Philosophy_N_Sex 49M/47F

9/23/2005 12:56 pm

wyvern:
I wish to hell I had some type of intelligence at 15 damn, I really needed it! Lucky you

Sam:
Wow getting a call from you would have made my day! I was such a geek in HS!


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