Drunk Driving on 2 wheels

December 28, 2008 at 9:12 pm

Most people are aware that if you know that you will be getting drunk that you should always have a designated driver to keep everyone safe. But worst case scenario you end up just driving home your self. Not all people are as smart as others when it comes to making preparations for being under the influence.

This is why!

It was a little late in the evening, around 10 or 11 and I was on my way home from a Wal-Mart Super Center. And for those of you that don’t know what a Wal-Mart Super Center is I will spare you. I will spare telling you because it is a heart pumping, mind blowing, sweat raging siege that I will never fully tell you about. But to be short it is a large grocery store.

I am on my way home and as I am driving down the road I see flashing lights in front of me. It appears that a Police officer has pulled someone over in a near by parking lot for what I can only hope to be speeding. As I drive by I notice an older looking man on a motorcycle start to pull out into the street. As he starts out, but before he can move 2 feet the bike and the man come crashing down to the ground. He just falls over; his body bounces up and down as it hits the concrete. I immediately pull over and run to go help him. As I approach him he is still struggling to stand. I help him raise his motorcycle and get back on, all the while keeping my distance from the gaping wound that is spread across his face and spilling blood everywhere. I knew the moment I got out of my car he was not himself because the fumes of strong drink were poring off him like a bad cologne. I asked him if he knew where he was and if he was OK to go on, when the police officer that had pulled over the other car in the lot started to make her way over to us. (OK I HAVE TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT……..) Let me just say she was the best looking police officer I had ever seen!!!

Once she had her hand on the motorcycle she motioned me to go on and that she had it under control. I slowly backed away and went to my car, all the time wishing she had pulled me over instead of the man before me. (just kidding… but not really) I continued on my way home still in disbelief of seeing a grown man fall over on a motorcycle.

How often does that happen? If you are drunk why on earth would you drive anything with fewer than 4 wheels? It doesn’t make since, but then again… He is drunk!!!

Let us complain less and give more!

December 13, 2008 at 11:47 pm

If you think you are unhappy, look at them.


If you think your salary is low, how about her?


If you think you don’t have many friends…


When you feel like giving up, think of this man


If you think you suffer in life, do you suffer as much as he does?


If you complain about your transport system, how about them?


If your society is unfair to you, how about her?















Are you still complaining?

Observe around you and be thinkful for all that you have in this transitory lifetime… We are fortunate, we have much more than what we need to be content.

Let’s try not to feed this endless cycle of consumerism and immorality in which this “modern and advanced” society forgets and ignores the other two thirds of our brothers and sisters.

Enjoy life how it is and as it comes

Things are worse for others and is a lot better for us. There are many things in your life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart….pursue those…

Let us complain less and give more!

Samurai & The Monk

December 13, 2008 at 10:47 pm

A big, tough samurai once went to see a little monk. “monk,” he said, in a voice accustomed to instant obedience, “Teach me about heaven and hell!”

The monk looked up at this mighty warrior and replied with utter disdain, “Teach you about heaven and hell? I couldn’t teach you about anything. You’re dirty. You smell. Your blade is rusty. You’re a disgrace, an embarrassment to the samurai class. Get out of my sight. I can’t stand you.”

The samurai was furious. He shook, got all red in the face, was speechless with rage. he pulled out his sword and raised it above him, preparing to slay the monk.

“That’s hell,” said the monk softly.

The samurai was overwhelmed. The compassion and surrender of this little man who had offered his life to give this teaching to show him hell! he slowly put down his sword, filled with gratitude, and suddenly peaceful.

“And that’s heaven,” said the monk softly.

Technology is it a good thing?

December 12, 2008 at 8:18 pm

The more and more technology advances, the more and more people avoid from talking to one another. Those of you that know me, know that I am all about technology and love new advances in science. But the way that the world is moving scares me.

I recently attended a client conference at the Sheraton Oklahoma City Hotel & Conference Center. During the conference there was a speaker that really captured my attention. He was talking about all the new advances in marketing and technology. He mentioned that soon there might be a system using cell phones to do everyday things. One example of this is: When you enter Target, Target’s system will pickup on your cell phone through Bluetooth and send you a text message. The text message will read, “Would you like to connect to Target?” Once you have connected to Target you will be able to pick the things you need, scan your phone over the item and it will charge it to your bank account. Because of this, there will no longer be the need for cashiers or that interaction with people. This is bad for a number of reasons. If you have seen the new movie Wall-e, you will have a better understanding of this. From the start of self service gas pumps to the start of self service checkout. The world has advanced to an “I” way of feeling. “You don’t need anyone, because you are independent and can do it yourself no matter what it is.” Apple has capitalized on this idea (iPhone, iMac, iTunes, iPhoto). All of these products work easily so that you don’t have to. This also eliminates the need to ask people for help.

As a country more so than as the world we are growing into a lazy and a self serving people. I read about the old western days when everybody had guns at their sides. Now people have cell phones. I have been carrying two cell phones for a while now. Every time I get a phone call I here myself saying “Draw.”

I don’t think technology is a bad thing but if it keeps people from communicating with one another that is a problem. I encourage you to give someone a phone call rather than sending them a text message. I encourage you to be willing to help or talk to someone you may not have talked to in a while.

“Be there for others, and they will be there for you!!!”

The Ringing Phone

December 2, 2008 at 8:17 pm

“No matter what the circumstance is a ringing phone must be answered. It’s like when you have been told that a wall has just been painted and you proceed to touch it anyway, even when you know full well that it is wet.” (I do it every time)

I was coming out of Wal-Mart and waiting by the entrance for Paul to come pick me up. He had been waiting in the parking lot while I got what I needed. As I stand outside Wal-Mart waiting, I hear a phone start to ring. I look all around me trying to find out where this ringing is coming from. I look over in a trash can that is near by and see that someone has accidentally thrown their cell phone in the trash. I reach down, pick it up and answer. “Hello”

A woman answers. After talking to her for a minute or so I come to find out that a few days ago her phone had been stolen. I tell her where I am and where I found her phone. I agree to wait for her at Wal-Mart so that I can give it back to her. Once she arrives she thanks me again and again for finding it, we then shake hands and go our separate ways.

It is a great feeling to help someone and know that you have made their day better by your actions. I pray that people try to help others more and more. Whether it is giving someone a ride, pushing someone’s car off the road after it has ran out of gas, or just being there to listen. As long as this world exists there will be people that need help in some way or another. So I encourage you to always be willing to lend your hand, even when you think it is not needed, because I assure you that it will be.

Road Kill

November 28, 2008 at 1:14 am

I seem to always have strange stories about run-ins with animals. So here is such a event.

I leave work around 8:30 p.m. and as I am driving home I get a phone call from my mom. After talking to her for a while we decide to meet at I HOP for a late dinner. We get to the restaurant around 9 or so and talk for a few hours. Around 12:00 we both come to the conclusion that we have to be at work the next day, and I still have to follow her to the house and get a shelf out of the attic for her.

We both turn out of the I HOP on to Santa Fe Ave. and start heading toward 89th street. I am following her in my car and all of a sudden I see her brake lights come on and she swerves in the road. As I come up closer to where she had been I see standing in the middle of the road a Donkey. I ask myself “What the mess is a donkey doing in the middle of the street?” I see a house with two horses in the front yard. So I think to myself that the Donkey must be theirs.

I do a U-turn and go knock on their front door. A man answers and I ask him if he owns the huge animal in the middle of the road? He tells me that it is not his but his neighbors across the street.

Not sure what to do we both decide that he will get in his truck and try to get the donkey into his front yard that has a gate around it, and I will go and get the owners of the donkey. I run over to the neighbors house and notice that there is a dog sitting very still in front yard. I notice that the dog is changed up but I am not sure how long that chain is. So I yell and try to get the attention of the people inside the house.

After a lot of loud noise I give up and go help the man in the truck round up the donkey. After we get the donkey in his yard I tell him that I could not talk to his neighbor because of the dog grading the door. He tells me that his dad knows the people living over there and is going to call him and have him inform the people that they need to come a pick up there donkey.

He thanks me for all my help and I go on my way. It latter occurs to me, and I start laughing about it. “THAT I WAS CHASING A DONKEY THROUGH THE STREETS OF OKC.” How often does that happen.

Another Animal Run In

November 25, 2008 at 10:53 pm



Most days when I am driveling home from work I will see animals on the side of the road and fell a little pull of sadness come over me. So I always try to help prevent those roadside miss haps from happening.

I am not sure of the day but I was driving home like every other day when I see a little black spot in the road. I am not sure what it is, so as I get closer and closer I come to see that it is a turtle. I go past it and tell myself to go back and pick it up.

I turn the car around and head back the other way. I end up passing the turtle 2 or 3 times before I am able to pull over. I pull over about half a mile or so from where the turtle is and start walking to meet it. “Risking my life for a dumb turtle.” I keep telling myself in my head. Once I get to it I realize a small problem. The road we are on is between a hill so on each side of the road is a steep cliff about 15 feet or so high, and too steep for me to climb.

I thought to myself, do I take the turtle with me and release it some where else or do I try and make it safe here in case it has a family to take care of. I decide it best to leave it. So with all my might I throw the turtle up and over to the top of the cliff trying to make sure it is far enough over that it won’t walk back and roll down the hill into the road.

After I throw it, I stay and wait a while so that I can hear it start to move so I am sure that it is not stuck on its back. Then I go on my way.

The next few days on the way to and from work I look to see if my little friend is back on the road, but he is not. So as far as I know the little turtle is still doing well.

Thanks turtle for the trouble!!!

The good guy.

November 20, 2008 at 7:32 pm

Everybody knows a few squares. I know one.

He’s a strong, polite, God-fearing guy who freely admits that he prays, weeps for joy, plays with little kids, kisses his mother, goes to his dad for advice and thinks old folks are great. He wears clothes that fit him, puts savings in the bank, has his hair neatly groomed, likes school, doesn’t use bad language, avoids dirty discussions about sex-he even blushes. He goes to church, drinks milk, drives within the speed limit, is in bed by 10 pm, and expects purity in girls.

As a result of his unusual behavior, he sufferers the loss of popularity, but he gains the gratitude and admiration of his parents, family, teachers, has an insatiable imagination, and enjoys spiritual perception.

To some he may seem strange, but I like him.

-Anonymous

Time Spent

November 11, 2008 at 8:13 pm

People often have someone who they look up to. They say to their self ” When I grow up I want to be just like them.” I find myself having a hard time in knowing just who I should be looking up to. I look to God and try to be more like him, it helps a great deal if there is someone close to me that I can relate to.

I worry about the future and wonder what God’s plan is. As I go to work in the mornings I see all the cars and hurry of the everyday life. I see people in fights, cars in wrecks, the homeless, people not looking after one another, and some who are in pain. When I get to work I am completely worn out. I see all the mess around me, and all the things we take for granted, if you ever feel like you are getting detached from that world just take a look out your front door it will sure keep you in check. Or watch the evening news. Most often after you have watched it you will feel sick afterward.

In the morning when you wake up, what is the first thing you say to yourself? With most people it is, ( What am I going to wear today?, What do I want for breakfast?, What is going on tonight with my friends? ). It is like this here in America, but in most of the world the question asked is ” Am I going to get to eat today?, Am I going to have a place to sleep tonight? ” I always feel so upset at myself when I waste something. Something that was so easily provided. Because in other places it can be the hardest thing to find, a real rarity.

Try to take time to see what our world is turning in to. I am going to leave you with this and hope that is sticks for a while in you mind.

“No matter how bad you have it, or how bad you think you have it. There is always someone who has it a lot worse than you.”

The Shopping Season, and the day of Hell

October 26, 2008 at 6:36 pm

As the holidays draw near we begin to grow with anticipation on what this years holiday will bring. Who is going where and what parties do I need to attend, or (“For those of us who still have that little kid in us?) what will Santa bring me. As Christmas draws close I find myself rushing to get all my shopping done and all the gifts wrapped.

As a family we always draw names for those we will shop for. This year I drew my Grandpa’s name.

I go to Home Depot to get some wood and nails for a box I am going to build to put my Grandpa’s gift in. I enter Home Depot and look at this huge store and say to myself, “How am I ever going to find what I need?” after 30 minutes of running up and down the isles I finally find what I am looking for. I measure out some wood and how much I will need to be cut. I take the wood to the back of the store to get it cut. After wards I go out to my car with a huge headache and mark it off my list.

Second I need to go to Wal-mart because I bought my Uncle a picture on ebay and I need a frame to put it in. As I enter Wal-Mart I make my way through the massive crowd to the picture frames. I stand for a good 15 minutes or so trying to find the right one. Once I do, I find that there is a little crack in the wood of the frame. So I put it back on the shelf and pick up another one just like it and in good condition. I am lucky because Wal-Mart only had 2 left.

Next I need to go to my Grandma’s to use her printer to make some iron on’s for a stocking I am going to make for Christmas. I get to her house and once I am there I realize that the pictures I wanted to print were not the right ones. So after an hour of fixing the problem I print them off and then start home. “I am done? I thought to myself.” But as my luck would have it that was not the case, the real fun was just about to begin.

I get home and start to build this wonderful wood box I have been waiting a month to build only to realize that the wood I have gotten was cut the wrong size. I was so mad. I had just spent an hour and a half nailing the sides together to find out that the top and bottom were too big. I stand up and walk over to the couch to rest. As I sit down I hear a crack. I slowly stand up and look at what I had just sat on. I see it; it was the picture frame I had bought for my Uncle totally broke. In mass frustration I go to my room and lay down. After I have cooled off I decide to make my stocking. I sit up the ironing board and plug in the iron. I place the pictures on the stocking in the position I want them. Then I take the iron and begin to iron. As I do, I soon smell burning plastic. I pick up the iron and see that all of the pictures that I have tried to iron on the stocking have just melted all over and ruined it. NO!!! I scream. What in the world went wrong?

It is times like this, in the wonderful holiday season that you truly come to realize that the old saying may not be true. How can so much work and frustration be good for someone’s soul?

Is giving truly better than receiving???

Buying Memory Just Became Fun

September 9, 2008 at 11:49 pm

I am sitting at my desk working on something very hard, when my phone rings. “Hello”

It’s Mitch, and he is asking me what kind of computer memory he needs to buy to upgrade his home computer. I ask him for the type and model of the computer so that I can look it up online. After 5 minutes or so of checking prices, I tell him that I have found it for 44.95 at Circuit City on 74th and Penn and that when I get off work I will come pick him up and we will go together to buy the memory. I leave the office and go get Mitch. Once we get to the store we ask one of the salesmen if they have any sticks of memory and the kind that we need. The salesman looks for about 15 minutes or so and informs me that they are all sold out, but that the computer says that the store on Northwest Express Way has 2 of them. “Can you call the store and tell them to hold them for me?” “NO” he says.

So Mitch and I jump back in the car and start the long journey to the north store. We arrive at the North store and go inside to buy the 2 stick of memory that the computer said they had. We come to find that they do not have the memory sticks but are willing to lower the price on some other ones to match the website pricing.

Because they are giving us the discount we have to buy the sticks online and pick them up in the store, but Mitch only had cash! So they told us that we could put some money on a gift card then use that card online to order the sticks. I go over to a computer that Circuit City had available and started the 5 year online purchase. After I made the purchase and closed down the computer I headed back to the front desk to tell the saleswoman that I am done. The saleswoman says we have to wait a few minutes for the order to print on a receipt and come through. 15 minutes later she tells us that everything is good to go and she needs our conformation number before she can release the memory sticks to us.

(In my mind I was tell myself that if Mitch had not been here I might have grabbed the memory stick and made a run for the door.)

I ask her if she is really serious, because she clearly saw me order the sticks in the store. But of course she was. So instead of logging on to their computer that is slower than all get out. I turn on my iPhone and login to my email account to read off the conformation number to her. After I have spoken the last digit of the 15 digit conformation number and repeated it 3 times, she tells me that she just realized that the conformation number was on the receipt that had printed earlier.

(O MAN) I make my way over to the salesman that had the memory and asked him if he would give it to me now. But he told me to hang on while he took his time to write down some information about the product and then pretended to swipe the memory across the counter a few times to deactivate the security bar on the package. But the package did not have a security bar and the counter was just a plain counter. I know this because the memory was previously in a large plastic container so that it cannot be stolen. He was doing this to make me wait a little longer and to make himself feel bigger. That was the last straw I reached out and he handed me the memory but as I pulled away he held a strong grasp on the package so that it fell out of my hands and on to the floor, maybe breaking it. I picked it up and walked out.

Once back inside the car I told Mitch that I was thankful that he was there, to keep me calm and respectful, because I might not have been otherwise.

I have learned that if you own a business you need to make it as easy as possible to sell a product.

Not tell a customer to drive across town, then to use there form of payment, (when you have CASH!!!), and then to make them order it online.

O……. MY……. MESS…….

Snow (12/01/2006)

August 26, 2008 at 6:35 pm

I woke up this morning to get ready for school, as I check my email I see that a wonderful woman; Dr. Jeanine Varner has sent me a message. I open it up expecting to see something about OC’s upcoming events. Instead I see those beautiful words “Canceled Classes”. And my heart stops. I fall to the ground and on my knees I put my face into my hands and begin to cry. I look up to the heavens thanking God for the day of freedom he has given me.

The email read:
“Because of sleet, rain, and heavy snow expected throughout the day, we have made the decision to cancel classes today. The cafeteria will be open. We are urging everyone to stay home and stay indoors (and study!). Please be safe.

Dr. Jeanine Varner
Vice President for Academic Affairs

I have such great love for weather that comes to save all students from the horror that is class. I go through the day doing a whole lot of nothing and later that night I check my email only to see another email that reads:

“It’s a tough call. . . but we have decided that there will be no classes or chapel on Friday. The cafeteria will be open, however, and the library will be open from 10:00 to 5:00.

Please be very careful if you do get out on campus or off campus.

Dr. Jeanine Varner
Vice President for Academic Affairs

I slowly wake up, and realize that I am laying on my back in the middle of my room. My roommate is standing over me and asking me if I am ok. I rise to my feet and tell him I am ok. I looked at my computer screen and saw the email that had knocked me off my feet. I sat down in my chair and looked up to the ceiling and then suddenly peaceful.

Rain What A Goober

April 15, 2008 at 8:12 pm

I am in my car and it begins to rain. As anyone would do when it starts raining I turn on my wipers. Because I cannot see through my windshield I tell myself that it is time for some new wipers. I arrive at Wal-Mart and get out of my car to remove one of the wipers. I want to take the wiper in with me so I will know what to buy. Soon I come to find that the wipers are screwed on and I have no screwdriver to take them off with. I head into Wal-Mart to buy a screwdriver. I pick up a set of the small screwdrivers and go back to the car that is outside in the rain. I start to unscrew the wipers only to see that the screwdrivers I bought were to small for me to get enough leverage to unscrew the wiper. In frustration I head back inside to buy a wrench. Once I have the wrench I use the wrench to hold the screwdriver so I can turn it to unscrew the wiper.

Now that I have gotten the wiper off I once again head into Wal-Mart. I go to the windshield wiper section and pick up a pair of 22-inch wipers. I go to the counter, buy the wipers, and head back out to the car. I get back to the car and realize the wipers I have just purchased are too big. I am really mad now! I go back inside and buy some 20-inch wipers. And guess what? Yea your right, they were still to big. I once again had to go back in and explain myself to the cashier that I have again bought the wrong pair of windshield wipers. After finally getting the right pair I put them on and go on my way. I get in and turn the car on. I thought to myself here is the moment of truth. I turn on the wipers and they work! Or they did for the time being. Once I have left Wal-Mart they begin too look a little loose. I am driving down the road and one of the wipers come flying off and I stop on the side of the road and walk back to pick it up.

In desperation I call my mom to see if she can give me some advice on the current situation. She tells me I should head to O’Rileys to see what they can do for me. I get to O’Rileys and after about 30 minutes or so I order two parts that will come in the following day. So I still had no fix to the problem of driving without wipers on my car. But I am thankful that O’Rileys is here for us. What would we do with out them? We would live in the dark not knowing where to go.