Archive for December, 2006


A friend of mine sent me this message today and I thought I’d share it with you…

A few months before I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our Small Tennessee town.  From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.  The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later. 

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family.  In my young mind, he had a special niche.  My parents were only complementary instructors:  Mom taught me the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it.  But the stranger… He was our storyteller.  He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future!   He even took my family to the first major league ball game!

He made me laugh, and he made me cry. 

The stranger never stopped talking, and Dad didn’t seem to mind.  Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to her room and read her books (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.  Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home… not from us, our friends or any visitors.   Over time, our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad was also a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in the home, not even for cooking.  But the stranger quietly encouraged us to try it on a regular basis.  Sitting in our living room he smoked and through his example made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. 

He talked freely about sex and his comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. Even to this day I don’t know how he got away with it.  Perhaps it was because he did it slowly – over time.  In the beginning he just barley crossed the line so that while it pushed my parents buttons, he somehow was still under their radar.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger.  Through him I learned how to treat the opposite sex and learned through stories and pictures what was “normal behavior”.  Time after time, our live-in visitor opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… and NEVER asked to leave!

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family.  Through the years, dad stopped exercising and reading in favor of spending time with our friend. 

Even as he ages, our newest family member seamlessly blends in with all of our friends and we have come to depend on him.  He is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first and on some level he knows this so he gets louder and louder as a result – hoping to recapture our attention. 

Everyone complains but our family and friends still feel compelled to sit with him – as if on schedule.  

You know, if you were to walk into my parent’s den today, you would find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and assert his influence.   He’s still there.  His name …. ???

We just call him, “TV.”

He has a younger sister now.

We call her “The Computer.”



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“They call it a mountain,” whispered the Monkey to the Zebra. 

“Mountain!” cried the Zebra.  “It’s but a bump between the veldt’s green edge and the sparkling river.  A grassy bump, a shady rill, a slope that makes me sing as I gallop to the water’s edge.” 

“Perhaps,”  allowed Monkey.  “But you have four legs, and it’s easier for you to race along the slope than it is for me.” 

“It’s a matter of perspective, not legs,” argued the Zebra.  “A mountain is only as large as your mind chooses to make it.” 

The Zebra knelt, and the Monkey climbed onto his back, holding tightly to his mane. 

“I see exactly what you mean,” the Monkey said, his view forever altered by his place atop the strong back of his friend.


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The OJ book and movie was quashed.  You made a difference.  You took a stand and the tides changed as a result.  You are amazing.  Please visit:   www.dontpayOJ.com for more information on how our collective consicousness and the gathering of forces is changing the world.  You are not a victim.  You are a strong voice and you were heard.  Well done!

To your best life,

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