If I say black, some people will say white.

If you think someone is good looking, I might think they're ugly.

It's all about personal perception.

Such is life. How dull would the world be if everyone thought the same?

Remember:

Just because someone thinks differently from you does not make them wrong.

For without different thinking and passion, life would be dreary without hope of change.

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The security guard at work who had a heart attack at work. I found out that he had one at work and 4 more in the hospital.

I had pretty much decided he was a goner, even though I did include him in my prayers.

Well, guess what?

Friday night, 11 days after the heart attack, he was back at work, walking his rounds! I was shocked when I saw him and the first words out of my mouth were: "What the HELL are you doing here?" So he told me...

Yes, he had 5 minor heart attacks, caused by the valves closing in his heart. The doctor put a stint (whatever that is) in one valve, sent him home and after a week o.k.ed him to return to work!

He looked and acted fine, healthy even. I've seen other people after big heart attacks and they usually look like death warmed over, pun intended. This guy looked fit and happy.

Later, on my last break, I went outside and thought about what I had experienced. To say the least, medicine has come a long way in the last 50 or so years. And no matter what some people might say, I beleive in the power of prayer.

In my mind, I think I have been able to see a miracle.

Happily,

Life goes on.

If you don't like your looks, change 'em. Women can have a makeover. Guys can grow hair on their face, or shave it off.

No hair? No problem! Buy a wig or toupee. Have hair and don't like it? Change the style. Change the color. Shave it off or grow it long.

Don't like your clothes? Give 'em to Goodwill and buy new ones. You might even find something you like at Goodwill. Cheap!

Don't like your lifestyle? Take up yoga, or meditation, or just change your 'crowd'.

Don't like your car? Get a different one.

Don't like where you live? Move!

Don't like yourself? Look inside yourself and see what you need to do to be a better person, but...

DON'T blame other people or your surroundings. It's all you and you can change that.

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Having grown up in a college town, our perception of the weekend was different than a lot of other towns. Classes were over on Thursdays, so the students were ready to party. Bars would be more crowded on Thursday night than on Friday or Saturday.

So for those of you who feel like partying a day early, here's an oldie but definitely a goodie:


Have a great weekend, y'all!

... keeps the blues away.

Or maybe it keeps the 'critters' from taking over my brain.


Tough choice, sometimes.

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No, I generally don't write long blogs any more. I don't feel the need much. I suppose I may have exorcised a lot of demons.

For general purposes, I am a Mechanical System Engineer. Fancy way of saying janitor. Thanks to the movie 'Red Planet' for that description. Oh, and the janitor saves the day. HA!

That's all for now, folks. Continue with what you were doing.

Life goes on.

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After all of the work I've done today, and still having to go to my job, it's kind of a reverse Beatles lyric:

You say hello and I say goodbye.

Life goes on.

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The difference between giving a guy a prostate check or a hernia exam is a matter of inches.

Bob Dylan will be playing in concert here locally in early November.

Last night I dreamed I was casually chatting with him.

When someone invades your dreams, it means you're anticipating seeing them a bit too much.

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Driving home from work last night. Cruising along, listeniing to the radio, watching the road. Everything is hunky-dory.

Until...

Out of nowhere, a raccoon darts out in front of my car.

Damn! I hit the brakes, even knowing it was probably too late. Waiting for that 'thump-thump' to happen.

But...

Nothing! I stopped, got out of the car and looked around. I didn't see anything at all. The crafty little bugger had somehow managed to avoid my car.

I got back inside and drove off, smiling.

Almost 40 years ago, I DID run over a raccoon out in the country. Before I could get turned around to go back and check, a truck passed me going the other way. When I got back, it was gone. Believe me, it was smashed.

My only thought is that the person driving the truck must have stopped and picked it up. Whether they wanted it for the hide or for food I'll never know.

Thinking of then and now, the old saying is true:

Sometimes you get the bus. Sometimes it gets you.

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