Monday, March 26, 2012

Everyday Heros

When the time comes to be courageous, would you still be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice of loosing your life; leaving behind your loved ones to mourn you; in a split second to save a total stranger's life to prevent the sorrow for their families?
Our Police Officers, Paramedics, Firefighters, and Military as well as many others not in uniform have done this on several occasions. Most of us do not call these brave men and women what they really are.
Heros.
They are among us... Thank you for your services.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Screwed- Yet again.

Ok, im already upset about several things. Internet, getting screwed, (by the same person, over and over) , people blaming me for ridiculous BS, the list continues. The biggest thing now for me combines the first two: Net, and Screwed.
Last time i posted about this crap, i left the name out for their privacy. I am better than that person, so I will continue to be mature about it and leave the name out.
This person, opened an internet/cable bill in my wife's name, and promised they would pay the bill ($90 or so a month). Well, last angry post of this, was when i found out she was not going to pay it anymore- meaning that I have to pay the bill now, or our credit will be screwed, and have no internet (being college students, the net is important). You would think, "Ok, just cancel it and get a cheaper one, downgrade, or go without", But heres the thing. they waited until they didn't pay for 3 months, THEN told us they couldn't afford it. So now, I have to pay the internet overdue balance of $300, and even if i downgrade, its like 50 a month for "slower than snail" internet. I looked at other services- same price per month, for the same speed net. This person who did this to us, well, this isn't the first time this has happened. LAST time, it was involving a storage unit. WHich they felt they had the right to put their stuff in with ours, and no intention of ever telling us. The person who moved our stuff into the unit noticed all the junk in the room, and asked me about it. Nothing i recognized as my own, and when i confronted (the first person) about it, they claimed they gave all of that stuff to us, and then offered to pay for the unit (another $95 a month) sense their stuff was in it too. They stopped paying for BOTH of them, because they "couldn't afford it". I would have believed this, if i hadn't gotten word of them going on vacations, buying plane tickets, buying more stuff, blah blah blah, so i know its grade A bologna. I've been screwed over by this person on more occasions than that, but if i say any more about that, people would definatly put 2+2 together and know EXACTLY who I am talking about.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Granted

Over the weekend, i realized how much is taken for graanted. I saw a couple sitting on the pattio. The woman was dolled up, but still modest-looking; a pretty lady. The man she was with seemed to show little interest in her, which upset me a bit. She is a pretty lady, and would like your attention, but for whatever reason, your not giving it to her. This was before they got their order. Sitting opposite of eachother across the table, but facingto the building, and not eachother. every moment or so, she would look at him, but he didnt look back at her. They sat in, what seemed to be silence.
When i sat accross the table from my wife, i dont want to take my eyes off her. I see all the beauty within her, makeup, nice clothes or not. Burgers or caviar, i still love her and enjoy her personality.
Thinking about that, and realized that few stop to admire a flower. Or step out into the country to breathe fresh, clean air. Or look at the stars and listen to the crickets chirp, or the birds sing. Walk on the grass bare foot and feel the blades between your toes. Some small things that we take for granted may very well not be here tomorrow.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

How You Say...

This was an essay i had to write in English Comp. II. The assignment was write freely about what you belive in, or something you live by. This is on both.

Growing up, my father was not really one to talk to me voulntarilly, but I could still go to him if I had something on my mind. All I had to do was go into the kitchen and ask. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen cooking, baking, chopping, and all that, but he was almost never to busy to chat. I could sit on the rickety barstool, and ask him about super powers, and he would awnser my questions thoughtfully, and thurogh.

One of those occasions, I was having an argument with someone, and was upset about it. I told my father about it, but he told me he was not going to get involved. I was upset and needed his help, so I continued to tell him about it. Maybe this was one of his bad days, or didn’t get much sleep last night, but he put his utinsel down in the pot, turned to me, and leaned against the counter. The look on his face almost scared me, as if he were about to tell me to get lost. Instead, he told me “Micah, 99% of all problems start from a simple misunderstanding,” I thought about it for a moment, and he was right. Then he said, “It’s not what you say to someone that is misunderstood, but how you say it.” Once again, he was right. I couldn’t help but to smile a little from what he just said. “Your tone says just as much as the words themselves.”, he finished. He then turned around to finish cooking. It was amazing to me, but all of what he told me was true. Tone says just as much the words themselves. Yelling to someone about something is only going make matters worse. People get angry, and irrational, then things can easily be misunderstood. These words of wisdom from my father, are applied everyday. Fellow students, friends, co-workers and so on. I never want to be misunderstood, so I choose my words and my tone carefully, then try to keep the peace. When someone obviously misunderstood, I stop myself, and say, “Wait a minute, that didn’t sound right. Ill rephrase it”. So many fights have been prevented by taking the tone down, thinking about what to say, and discussing the matter civilly. Even in my script writing, I apply this belief. Dialogue is by strongest point, for that very reason.

So, if I were ever to win an award for my dialogue editing, my father will most defiantly be in my thank you speech. With out that event, and my father being there to give me such words of wisdom, I would not be the same person that I am today. Id much rather watch my tone and words, than have to watch my back for people who misinterpreted something I said.