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In all areas our lives we try to do what is smart, Except for our Health and our Habits, both will kill us sooner than later. We should not have to come  face to face with our Mortality before we put down a bad Habbit such as Smoking, before it puts us down. I have been Smoking Cigaretts since fourteen,  over fifty years later this Blog puts me on a Timeline to quit Smoking, or a least develop a formidable cestation program while I can still tell you about it. I have to tell someone, My goal is to save at least one person from sharing my Fate. first let me give you my impression of depriving your body of that which you have giving it for over fifty years, your body is not going to like it. Withdrawal is not an easy task for anyone.

Nonetheless sometimes it becomes Life and Death, and coming full circle with your mortality, or just plain as the nose on your face, that it’s time for action. My Mother was succumbed by Respiratory Failure, being the one who kept watch gave me first-hand at seeing someone grasp for each last breath,  it’s not a pretty sight. I am a Sixty Six years old male who gets a Physical every six months, my Doctor once said she wished all her Patients were as Healthy as us. My Wife woke up one Day and quit cold Turkey, other People I know have done the same. Cashing in your own Chips  is smarter than being cashed in when the Doctor tells you that you must. There it is in a nutshell, I have decided not to wait untill I am Told.

My Advice to you is to do the same and buy yourself a couple of years. Why? Because Life is Precious and good Health is a Blessing that shouldn’t be squandered. I believe that my gift of good Health is supplemented by Exercise and plenty of Liquids preferably water, I am not into Gurus, I have considered Hypnosis to quit. It should not have to come to that, strong Will have been known to Conquer All. I am not trying to move any Mountains,  just take back a couple of years that I have Squandered. So it becomes a matter of will to Live a couple of years more. Most importantly there have been cases where my Doctors have told me being a Smoker puts me at risk when Anesthesia is needed, I don’t want to be told.

One month ago I started writing this Blog but I didn’t want to complete it and post it until I was absolutely resolved. Since then I have been to my Doctor for my Physical which I get twice yearly. The reason for getting a Physical every six months is, if I develop any adverse conditions I want to know about it right away, so that if anything can be done to avert the course, early intervention is way better than sitting on a Time bomb. I am happy to tell you that getting a Physical every six months worked. Six months ago I was given a clean Bill of Health, Blood work, EKG, X-ray. Phenomenol I thought to myself for a sixty six years old Man who had been Smoking since fourteen same time I started smoking Weed and holding it in my Lungs till near passing out, to be in such excellent Health and Physical condition.

Now six months later same routine and She tells me that I have Emphysema. After fifty two years of Slowicide( slowly committing suicide) what do I expect, why am I not surprised why am I not sad, why am I not depressed. Because I dug my own Grave for fifty two years, that my friend is a pretty deep hole of dependency and Addiction. The Toxins have grafted themselves to my Cells and Organs. Going cold Turkey is going to put a beating on my Body and Mind, but I have no choice. I came to Florida to live out my life with a Bang, there is no bigger bang than knowing how you are going to Die. and so My friend by you continuing to put the Poison to your Lips you are sharing my Fate. Some ways I consider myself fortunate, Emphysema is slow Death, Heart Attack, Stroke and Cancer is much quicker and painful, all the above can come from smoking.

I thank the Lord for my wake-up call. This is a little awkward somewhat like writing my Death Journals. I thank him for a Wife who worked in a VA Hospital for twenty five years and have seen it all and knows the importance of constant screening. If it was left up to me I would only go to the Doctor when something hurts. By catching Emphysema from the onset is strategic in the course of Treatment but most importantly I know that I have no other choice than quitting. The Tobacco is now ready to spiral to other Diseases, one Tobacco related Illnesses is enough for me to see the Light, that the Surgeon General have been right all along. Which takes me back to us playing Devils Advocate with our Health by putting Poison to our Lips, minute by minute, hours on into years and not believing or expecting my Diagnosis would come one Day.

Lucky me I have been fortunate to live so long living on the edge. Many have left us in half my years Lorna died at thirty nine from Cancer, Vincent also thirty nine unexpectedly. I have lived a Dove Life with a Halo over me the amount of times that I used up my nine Lives and is now on my tenth. I intend to spend this tenth life well by trying to save at least one life from traveling the same Path that I have traveled, because If I passed through this Life to the other and posses nothing in the way of knowledge that I can’t pass on to someone coming up. Then I will have only existed and not truly Lived. As the saying goes you win some you lose some, you live and you learn. Well my Friend I have learned that being a Pack Mule, or a Sheep is living other people’s lives and not your own.

When I started smoking everyone in the Three stories House smoked except for my Mother she knew better she had Asthma most her life, also the hundred years old Grandma didn’t otherwise she probably wouldn’t be around. When my Kids were teenagers the biggest fights my Wife and I had were about who the kids hung with, due to peer pressure. Her take on the Subject was that everyone needs to live their own Lives and learn by their own mistakes. I on the other hand knew that she was deadly wrong seeing as how the first Joint and the first Cigarette that touched my Lips were handed to me by a twelve year old Catholic School kid when I was fourteen.

You would think that me being the oldest would have known better, not where peer pressure is concerned, how would it look my best Friend younger than I calling me a Woss. I took my first Hit of Colombian Gold and Coughed till I had to sit down. Once the potent Canabis let us flat on our Ass we drank a Beer and smoked a Cigarette, Man were we ever Cool, or so we thought. It’s a known medical fact that the earlier you start smoking the greater the damage to your under developed Body. What did I know about Medical statistics, peer pressure had claimed its newest Victim. In High School still being the Man about Town there was nothing cooler than being under Age sitting at a Table in a Night Club blowing smoke in some fine girl’s Face killing her along with myself. The damage was done from way back then, the rest of my life was just going through the motions feeding the Addiction. As it’s been said time keeps on slipping slipping slipping into the Future. I am ending this Blog asking you to do the right thing Quit!!!!

Future Posts on the Subject can be found on my Health Page.  LOL

Safe Driving

The Hype

The Hype

If I haven’t said enough about speed, let me say one more thing about spending, do not fall for the Hype. Have you ever seen a new car commercials that the Manufacturer wasn’t selling Speed, telling you how nimble this Car is 0-60 in no time flat and stops on a dime. If you weren’t going so fast you wouldn’t need such great Breaking ability, because sometimes the best Anti-lock brakes won’t save you if you are going too fast for inclement Road Conditions. My friend Harry was well Educated smart enough to be a Professor, when it comes to Driving he was Dumber than a bunch of Rocks. Over the years he has crashed at least seven fine Automobiles, one almost killed him and didn’t come away from any of them any wiser. No one had ever told him that Macho crap only worked in the Movie, as in Cannonball Run and Driven.  Recently my car driven thirty thousand miles almost rear ended another car driven by someone who doesn’t know where his turn signal is located on the steering column. Also I was going too fast on a wet Road, my Anti-locking system engaged properly but I still had to pump my Brakes and swerve away. Usually I Drive better than that but I was in a hurry.

Being in a hurry is never a good enough reason to destroy a fine inexpensively manufactured Automobile. Trust me these Days they are all cost cutting Death Traps even if they cost a hundred thousand Dollars, they are all made with inexpensive materials. When Steel was manufactured in Pittsburgh a car involved in a bad crash could endure a multiple roll over and many times the occupants walked away. Today’s Steel is not the same, we are living in such a cost effective manufacturing environment that everything being manufactured these  Days is built with materials inferior to materials manufactured fifty years ago, including Houses.

At seventeen when I bought my first car a twenty year old Buick Wildcat it was a Battleship that could withstand a wall at sixty MPH, Today my Buick Verano that cost ten times what a brand new Wildcat cost could not endure the same collision, with an Aluminum Engine and Transmission. Aluminum shatters while Steel bends. I started working on cars early so I could keep my Heaps running, so when I do my own service an a 2015 car I know what I am looking at, Plastic and Styrofoam Bumper and Aluminum instead of Steel Motor. Taken all this into consideration why would I go racing around Town like the Commercial suggest, knowing that my chances of survival in a bad crash is not the same as with my Wildcat.

My Advice to you is don’t fall for the Hype that speed is cool, it’s not, I drove commercially for many years so I had no choice many times but to speed to make timely deliveries, like the time I ran from Georgia to Clearwater Florida averaging 85Mph for eight hours, keep in mind that it was nighttime on open Road. Traveling on the Van wyck Expressway at twelve noon doing seventy, two brand new cars blew my Doors off doing 85, I was in the middle Lane, two hundred yards up ahead of me they simultaneously decided to share the middle Lane, both cars disintegrated and littered the Roadway in front of me. I had to drive on the Grass to avoid hitting one of the Driver laying in the Roadway, mindless speeding in the middle of the Day has its consequences. Don’t fall for the Hype, speed kills beautiful brilliant young people who will never see the wonderful Life they threw away for a moment’s Thrill.

For many years I drove what I could afford yet I respected every car that I drove,  Why? It was Transportation, to me that represents freedom. Isn’t that what  America is about, going from State to State and not having to show Papers.Taking all this into consideration can you tell me why the average Driver drives like a Maniac putting their lives and others at risk. What about destroying a fine Automobile all because it is insured. The State I live in has No Fault Insurance and you should see the fine Automobiles involved in Wrecks. Out of respect I treat my car as if I didn’t have insurance, every trip is taken with the utmost of care. First and foremost the car I am driving is the same make that was my first Car, I love this particular make and Model, it is one of the best made Car built in America for one hundred years.

My goal is to pass this Car on to my son because it is destined to be a Classic. This car does 170, the interior design is Classic, press a Button and it ask me to say a command, On Star, texting, WiFi ,Bluetooth and front end crash sensors, Blind Spot and Rear Sensors is available. Why would I be in such hurry to send such a fine Automobile to the Junk Yard. Not to mention loosing my Life and taking others with me. One day on my way to work the traffic came to stand still, when I got to the Accident Scene I noticed a Car costing twice what mine was Worth in the Ditch, the Roof was missing removed by the Jaws of Life, I said a little Prayer hoping that they survived. What was unique about this accident scene was there were no other Cars involved. That means the Driver was racing this fine Beast at top speed in the middle of the Day, not having any respect for that fine Automobile, his Life or yours, with devastating outcome.

Sometimes I feel like a one eyed man in the land of the Blind. Knowing that having a fine Automobile doesn’t mean you go showing off driving it at 120, but instead it is my means of transportation that takes me to the Poccono Mountains or Clearwater Beach, that is all my Automobile means to me Freedom. Not a dangerous toy that does 170. I wish that I could impress on fellow young drivers that their Predecessors have been doing this business of driving the wrong way for 100 years and the amount of Lives Lost bears me out. So when you are out there with the Pedal to the metal remember that after adding the cost of financing, insurance and maintenance that same vehicle is now costing you three times the sticker price. All the more reason you Should drive with Diligence and forget the Hype. The Buick Verano is one of the sharpest Car that Buick have ever created, High Tech, Styling and performance this car is got it. Yet as a result of cost effective blindness they discontinued it’s manufacturing, that’s ok by me because I know how to keep them new and protect the paint.

Life, Religion

Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

Faith is about what you personally believe. It exists (or not) independently of if you ever tell anyone about your beliefs and independently of whether or not anyone else shares your beliefs.

Religion is organized faith. A group of people with similar faith that in some manner share the faith is a religion.

I am so glad that this is perfectly clear to me, why? Over the years it has been perplexing to me how self serving Religion can be, instead of being in Servitude. It’s been over a year since I have been to Church, that has not compromise my Belief in God, nothing can change that. What has changed is that I can’t be a Hypocrite to myself by showing up every Sunday and contributing to the Church’s Coffers while they are selective to how it is spent. Also the Politics of Trustees who dictate Church policies and how a Minster can deliver his Sermons.

A minister who didn’t speak on Social issues and issues that affected the Community, the Country and the World is performing a disservice. A Minister or the Church does not have the right to influence the Congregation Political views. However it is their obligations to speak out on Social issues such as Homelessness, injustice and Racial discord. Which brings us to why my Feet have not crossed the Treshold in a year.

My Minister grew up in the poorest of conditions in one of the poorest countries in the World. Naturally he is reminiscent and would like to see Social change. As a result of him interjecting his Empathy in his Surmons he was transferred by the Ruling Party to a less Prestigious Parish where they thought he was better suited. How could I continue going to this place every Sunday putting my contributions in it’s Coffers. Once a week the Church holds a Social where a small contribution of six Dollars buy you a Meal. Never once have I ever heard anyone mentioned inviting the so called Indigent members of our Community to the Church’s Kitchen backdoor to give them the leftovers, or cooking enough to feed them also.

I understand that we were better dressed and better smelling, but why couldn’t we put Park benches in the Parking Lot behind the kitchen. Maybe the lack of insight parallels an experience I had working in a Restaurant while going to High School fifty years ago. I was somewhat of Cook and shift Manager, my responsibility includes counting the money and cleaning up. Whatever food that wasn’t sold such as Hamburgers and Hotdogs, I would find a large Boxtop lined it with Aluminum Foil and place the food in it and place the container on top of the Garbage Can. I did that so the Homeless People who lived in the area of 14th St didn’t have to go through my Garbage cans to eat. My Manager went off the deep end telling me that I was Harboring them.

My God am I not my Brother’s Keeper. I was seventeen Jobs were plentiful I walked out on that Idiot as I walked out on my Church for it’s lack of sensitivity for our Indigent Brothers and Sisters. Once I was working Downtown St Pete during the cold months sometimes you would see the sidewalk close to the Soup kitchen on 5th Ave littered with Sleeping bags, sometimes Kids are in them, another reason why I withdraw my Tides from the Collection Plate. My Church is not as big as the Catholic Organizations but they are World Wide.

Yet I have never heard of them doing anything outstanding like this one small Church in Tampa that goes out of their way to cater to the Homeless, they have an Industrial Kitchen and they provide Shelter. While writing this Blog it occurred to me that this is the kind of Church that I should Worship in whatever their Denomination is and give a portion of my Earnings to, unlike the Government not knowing where my Tax Dollars go, they would spend my money in accordance with my Belief of Charity and Servitude.

Jesus washing the feet of the disciples (John 13:1–17) occurred in the upper room, during the Last Supper and has significance in three ways. For Jesus, it was the display of His humility and His servanthood. For the disciples, the washing of their feet was in direct contrast to their heart attitudes at that time. For us, washing feet is symbolic of our role in the body of Christ.

Walking in sandals on the filthy roads of Palestine in the first century made it imperative that feet be washed before a communal meal, especially since people reclined at a low table and feet were very much in evidence. When Jesus rose from the table and began to wash the feet of the disciples (John 13:4), He was doing the work of the lowliest of servants. The disciples must have been stunned at this act of humility and condescension, that Christ, their Lord and master, should wash the feet of His disciples, when it was their proper work to have washed His. But when Jesus came to earth the first time, He came not as King and Conqueror, but as the suffering Servant of Isaiah 53. As He revealed in Matthew 20:28, He came “not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” The humility expressed by His act with towel and basin foreshadowed His ultimate act of humility and love on the cross.

Jesus’ attitude of servanthood was in direct contrast to that of the disciples, who had recently been arguing among themselves as to which of them was the greatest (Luke 22:24). Since there was no servant present to wash their feet, it would never have occurred to them to wash one another’s feet. When the Lord Himself stooped to this lowly task, they were stunned into silence. To his credit, though, Peter was profoundly uncomfortable with the Lord washing his feet, and, never being at a loss for words, Peter protested, “You shall never wash my feet!”

Then Jesus said something that must have further shocked Peter: “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me” (John 13:8), prompting Peter, whose love for the Savior was genuine, to request a complete washing. Then Jesus explained the true meaning of being washed by Him.

Peter had experienced the cleansing of salvation and did not need to be washed again in the spiritual sense. Salvation is a one-time act of justification by faith, but the lifelong process of sanctification is one of washing from the stain of sin we experience as we walk through the world. Peter and the disciples—all except Judas, who never belonged to Christ—needed only this temporal cleansing.

This truth is just one of several from this incident that Christians can apply to their own lives. I maybe losing my Religion but I will never loose my Faith

P.S. if the Government can’t fix it it’s up to you and me the Community the Church

“She calls out to the man on the street
‘Sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?’

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it’s another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it’s just another day for you,
You and me in paradise”….Phil Collins