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Visualizing your Goal!
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* Slip into the gap between thoughts. The gap is the windows, the corridor, and the transformational vortex through which the personal psyche communicates with the cosmic psyche.
* Have a clear intention of a clear goal in the gap.
* Relinquish your attachment to the outcome, because chasing the outcome or getting attached to it entails coming out of the gap.
* Let the universe handle the details.
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It is not the critic, who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, sweat and blood; who knows great enthusiasm, great devotion and the triumph of achievement and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while doing greatly... so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
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Smile
Maybe God wants me to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for the gift.
When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us.
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive Don't go for wealth; even that fades away Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright find the one that makes your heart smile.
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.
Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.
Always put yourself in the other's shoes if you feel that it hurts you, it will probably hurt the other person too.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along the way.
Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't get on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. --- Unknown
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'If’
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will, which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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My Reflections of Riding Chivas in Panama...
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"Parada...Yo dije Parada!!!!!"
Here is a little story about riding buses or Chivas in Panama City. In 1987 I was again in Panama working. My little ‘78 Dodge was in the shop awaiting parts from the states. I was living in Cerro Viento and using mass transit. Taking a bus was like taking your life in your hands. My favorite bus was PI Magnum. I would get it at the limite. As soon as I got on it was like being a Rodeo Bronco Rider! Yes, I could hear the crowd, “Coming out of chute 9 aboard White Lightening is the Cocoli Kid”. What a ride home! Lots of people boarded and as soon as their second foot touched-down inside, the bus would peel rubber leaving the bus stop in a haze of blue smoke. If you were not careful you would end up in a heap on the floor or worst you might go flying out the rear door... not good. Most people sat or tried to sit or stood at the front of the bus. The radio was always screaming salsa music that one could not hear yourself think or yell Parada! So to stop the bus it may go like this: “Parada!!!! Que pasa yo dije Parada.... Hoy no Manana. Que pasa… Yo dije Parada. Aqui ...ahora! Dale freno... mas fuerte idiota! Tio hermano parada ahora, no el dia del huevo!” The bus would finally stop. In the crush of bodies a person would try to get off the bus. One got very friendly with everyone in your path to the exit door. Sometimes the bus driver took off before you got off... then everybody would start yelling, “Parada, yo dije Parada!!!!” Of course by then you were past your bus stop and probably on your way down Salsipuedes. Finally if you were lucky you got off the bus a mile away from your Parada. That is why many people took a taxi around the city or the Canal area. An example of the exchange could be like this, “Cuanto para llevarme al YMCA? $2.50.Okay andale.” Then you would start practicing your English, “What is your name? My name is Panama? No your real name. My name is Juanita Maria de Calle Abajo y Calle Arriba de Los Santos... etc. Basta. Ya lo entiendo. Your name is Panama. Your Bus Stop is coming up Parada!” So it went everyday an adventure in riding the bus en la Cuidad de Panama... Y como se dice Parada, Parada, yo dije Parada! This is my stop. See-ya...
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GO FLY A KITE
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When I get up and the sun is shinning and we have a stiff breeze blowing that almost raises me off my feet, I think Kites and I remember my kite flying days at the town site of Cocoli. Flying kites is only second to fishing. And in the old Canal Zone we use to do a lot of both.
We were very creative in building our kites from old pillowcases, sheets of newspaper from the Panama-American, or some brown paper from those famous Panama Canal Commissary shopping bags. Any size would do the trick since we did a lot of cutting and gluing or taping. The frames were narrow strips of balsa or better yet some bamboo sticks. Everybody had their own favorite design, box, cube, diamond, and so on. Mine was always diamond shape. Then we would corner the market on twine at the Panama Canal Commissary.
After the kites were finished we test flight them with the tail. The length of the tail caused the kite to be really stable or go out of control when flying. So, the test flight to determine the length was extremely important in your overall design of your kite. Some party-poopers would attached razor blades for kite fights so these would cut the other guy’s kite and have it crash in a heap sometimes way out in the jungle.
I loved Cocoli, not just because I lived there, but it was a perfect place for flying kites and it was only a block from where I lived as a kid. The Cocoli grade school off Tamarind Avenue had a very sharp drop off by the gym. Well, one could take off running in the direction of the flagpole on the circle in front of the school with the kite streaming behind you. With a slight nudge the kite would soar up very nicely to where the buzzards and eagles frolicked hundreds of feet above the ground. The kite would stay up for hours. After we had played out enough line from Cocoli to Balboa, or it really seemed that way. We would tie the line down and it was time to celebrate. So, we would pull out our jelly & peanut butter sandwiches, have lunch, and wash it all down with an ice cold RC. Yes, those were the days!
We, would lay back on the green grass, swap stories, and watch the kites soar for hours so high that sometimes we would need binoculars. I had an old Army pair that my Dad had picked up at Surplus in Corozal. Of course, sometimes the breeze and the lunch were too much that we would knock off for a few Z’s. Then, wake up with ground patterns imprinted on your cheeks. Plus, at times fighting off those awful Red Army Ants.
Yes, memories can be so much fun. Each of us has them. They can be good or they can be bad. They’re better than dreams since you were there and you did that what ever it was.......images implanted in your mind’s eye to recall at will. Happy Days or rainy days they all add up to who you are today. So, when the sun is out and we have a really good northeasterly blowing.......go fly a kite. You could do worst!
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The Attack of The Giant Fronds
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In the height of the dry season when the winds would blow, one had to be extra watchful for the attack of the Giant Fronds!
Yes, Mon, these giant fronds would come from nowhere and Whoosh Wacky, You would just shutter at the thought of being a hit by one of these pesky giant fronds.
After being scared out of your daylights, and you coming back into your body You would continue on your trip up pass Gorgas Hospital. This where the Majestic Royal Palms overlooked the streets below This was the land of the Giant Fronds!
You would be awaken from your reverie by a loud ripping sound as you spotted an incoming Giant Frond! The people would dance a jig to get out of the way. You could almost here that Barbashian guttural sound of Harry Anselmo Wright calling out, “Look Out, Mom you gotta move it friend or you be in ER! “ And who wants to be in ER talking to them beautiful nurses about getting clobbered by a Giant Frond. Not me. And their questions would always be, “Ain’t you looking where you walk young man.” I would say, “Yes, I is but this thing come from the sky!”
So, living in the Old Canal Zone had its moments of sky watching, until a car horn would sound and some big mouth would yell, “ Why don’t you watch where you are going, want a plot at Corozal? Just keep walking like that, and I guarantee you that!”
So, the trick was to walk on the sidewalk look up at the fronds bye and bye but keep your eyes and ears open for traffic. Yes, when a flock of parakeets would come buzzing into the Fronds way up in the sky, there was always be a scattering of pellet shape seeds. They would rain down like you were walking in a hailstorm. Not pleasant if you were in your Sunday Best. Oh, no you would catch hell when you got home. After the first onslaught of seeds, if that long ripping sound came to your ears it was time to make tracks as if you were a member of the BHS Track Team at a meet on the Other side and the starter gun had fired.
Yes, Mon, you were out of the blocks like a wild man with wintergreen ointment down his britches. People would stare to see you jump and run like if you had been bit by bees, Mon. Everybody hoping and praying you would not be the next victim of the attack of the Giant Fronds! Yes, they could be deadly and yes, they could cause much pain!
Oh, mi o my a close encounter… but the car, she has a cracked windshield my sweets! I better act like a tree and leave or somebody may think.... I is the one who did that, Mon!
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