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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tornado...
Okay here is an idea for a story that I actually started writing, got about fifteen pages typed, and then lost the file somehow on my old computer at home. It starts out with a high school football player, Sam Roberts, who is an extremely gifted young man who feels like he can never live up to his potential due to the constant suggestions of his father. Then one Summer day before Sam goes off to college, he decides to help his older brother, John, chaperone a group of middle-schoolers from their church on a day's outing of bowling and movies. On their way between the bowling alley and the movie theatre in the next town, a tornado hits the immediate vicinity of their stalled church van. The two brothers and the young teens all huddle up under an overpass, and pray for their safety. The Tornado rips away part of the overpass, and Sam's older brother, John, along with it. Just before John and a couple of middle-schoolers are taken by the churning clouds, he prays to God that his brother will live to see his true, God-given potential. As John and some of the kids are carried off and sucked up by the swirling dervish, Sam is suddenly endowed with a mysterious strength that lets him hold on to the pillars of what is left of the overpass, and the kids that stayed with him cling as tight as they can around his legs and waist. When the storm passes, there are prominent indentations from Sam's hands in the black and yellow stripes of the concrete pillar that served as Sam's anchor during the tornado. Although sad for losing his brother, he dedicates his life to helping to make the world a better place using his newly discovered strength. When Sam goes off to college in New York, he bids farewell to his parents in Kansas and becomes familiar with his surroundings in New York City. Sam decides to take on a persona to fight crime in the city, focusing his attention on the city's subway system. Just as the last thing people hear before a tornado is upon them is the sound of a freight train, so do the criminals right before they are thwarted by the new hero in town - the Tornado.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Time...we just don't get enough!
What if you had all the time in the world to get everything you ever wanted to do accomplished? Wouldn't that just be dandy. First of all, you could apply for ten jobs or so, and make bukus of money. You could probably make sure you still got to read all the books you wanted to read, get plenty of workouts in, spend time with family, go to work every few hours, and still have time to write a book or two. If I had all the time in the world, well, I just don't think I would know where to get started. Wait; yes I do. I would first quit the crappy job at the Elementary school! Then I would have plenty of time to get better at my fitness jobs, and at the same time take some training in real estate, and maybe even take a creative writing course or two. Alas, the world just does not work this way. Of course, I think the good Lord knew what he was doing when he limited the time for us finite humans here on Earth. I mean, sure; there's the job that I would quit first chance I got, but then where would my priorities fall? Who would be able to prioritize anything? So, I guess it is a good thing in the long run. But maybe one little streak of Groundhog Day moments wouldn't hurt.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Trust
Isn't trust becoming more and more rare in the world these days. I mean it is becoming harder and harder to trust people, because it seems like the more people I get to know in the professional world, the more back-stabbing there seems to be taking place! I have seen it in the fitness industry, and I have seen it in education. As a matter of fact, I believe it is quite rampant in education. My dad remembers a time when just a handshake meant something. He tells me he remembers when there were a lot more things you could get back when he was younger without signing a contract; where a man's word was his bond. I want those days back. I am tired of looking over my shoulder to see who is trying to get me when I am not looking. I think I will have to write a story about trust - the plot will have to be about the need of trust for mankind to continue to exist on this earth.
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