Friendship

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Lulu and Lala

What is friendship? According to my Wikipedia:

Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between people.[1] Friendship is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association.

Although there are many forms of friendship, some of which may vary from place to place, certain characteristics are present in many types of such bonds. Such characteristics include affection; kindness, love, virtue, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, loyalty, mutual understanding and compassion, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings to others, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

I thought that Wikipedia has a wonderful explanation of what friendship is and how it can endure for years. I have friendships that are lasting thirty-forty-fifty years. I have many acquaintances, but few friends. My puppies 🐶 are true friends. I come home they are eager to see me, with their tails wagging and jumping on me to get affection. When we sit and relax, they want to sit on my lap, lick my face and hug me. When I need to reprimand them for doing something they were not supposed to do in order to protect them, they do not hide or hold it against me. They wag their tales and jump on my lap. Maybe it is asking for forgiveness or maybe a natural bond of loving dogs have to give. I talk to them constantly and the dogs follow me where I travel.

I can count on my hand my true friends. Those people who stuck by me when I made mistakes, maybe not treated them as well as they expected, but they forgave me my sins. When I made good money they had fun with me. When I had no money, they stuck by me. When I lost a brother they were there to sympathize with me. When my wife died they held my hand as my family did. I lost friends because when I was young I made terrible decisions that haunted me all my life, but my true friends hung in our relationship until I grew up. Did I hurt them at times? Yes, and I asked them for their forgiveness and they forgave me. I took care never to repeat my poor decisions and returned their loyalty with love.

Friendship is a bond, a kinship, a commaradire that flows through the years. An understanding you will be there in time of need. A sense of goodness, kindness and at times correcting ones behavior if it is doing harm. Going against the many when you see a friend in need. A friend makes mistakes that many may see as unforgivable, because they do not know the whole truth. You do and you go against what others think. You stand by your friend until the truth is revealed.

Charish your close friends and honor them with understanding, kindness and loyalty. Your rewards will be boundless. Like Lala and Lulu you friends will be there.

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Friends

Lifelong

Chapter Seventeen
You are Not Forty Anymore
This last trip exhausted Lucky and Jack, it took two weeks to recover. The whole story did not come out to their wives. Individual portions of the trip, like
the warfare, fifty millimeters, eight gun bouts, etc.; Only the excitement of the voyage. Jack and Lucky are sitting in lucky’s office contemplating the future.
“You know we’re are not forty anymore,” says Jack.
“I know! I was tired after that voyage and made sure we flew home. I thought the pirate group would be smaller. Who knew the Don had almost thirty men? Maybe we should have called the maritime police first before we went to the cove,” Says Lucky.
“Fortunately, the cruise ship was small and under capacity; only eighty clients instead of two hundred or so. Thank god for off season, maybe that is why the Don took the ship,” Says Jack.
“We need to take on less difficult work or call it quits. It could have gone wrong and our friends hurt,” Says a weary Lucky.

Excerpt from the Chameleon Returns by TM Nugent

 

 

Communication

This picture give me a sense of community, solidarity, and the idea of communication.

Monkey And Frog

She used her tokens in many ways
A brilliant idea on lonely days
She was creative in spicing our lives
she knew how to energize

She had a frog with spring loaded hands
which she would put on my night stand
in it’s hands was a love token
it said good for one hug

And a word need not be spoken
I would get into bed give her a gentle tug
I would give her a kiss and a gentle hug
in the morning when I was a sleep

She would get up and not make peep
Over to the vanity she would go
There was the monkey asking for a toll
In itʼs spring loaded hands was a token

Good for one kiss
No words were ever spoken
If you want a marriage to last
A simple monkey and frog is up for the task

Always freely give your kisses and hugs

Some people will say this is a corny Idea, but does it seem like A method was used to communicate? Communication is the art of expressing ones feelings and voice to another in order to enhance understanding. There was a time in our marriage, Marian and I were like islands far apart. Unable to communicate properly, working long hours, she had weekends off while I worked. Many nights I was home after she was in bed.

Too much work, too much parting after work took its toll on our marriage. I was the culprit and had to make changes in my life. Luckily Marian was an extraordinary Individual and changed my way of doing things. She was a proactive individual who saw through my loneliness ( I am sure she was lonely) and began to communicate with the use of those two stuff toys, the monkey and the frog. Soon my excesses slowed down as she asked for more of my time. Partying stopped, no more over drinking excuses like your asleep when I get home after work. I would come home at midnight and my wife would be asleep on our love seat. I would pick her up and take us to bed. Always she would say, “I love You”.

I would find sticky notes everywhere. In my car, on the refrigerator,(her favorite sticky note spot), in my underwear drawer, anywhere she would think I would look. Her skill to communicate in a positive fashion, kept our marriage alive. It made me want to be the same way. We began going out at night on her work days, on my days off; making sure I played golf without getting drunk. We began to enjoy our marriage of thirty-eight years.  Marian passed away at fifty-eight years old. My companion of forty-two years was gone. I thanked God for changing my attitude, or was it Marian who led the class?

If you love someone, you find away to have a better relationship. Pura Vida!

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Love

Relationship

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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My Dogs are Spoiled

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LuLu and LaLa

Are you one of those dog lovers that let their little dog sit on your lap when you are driving? Do you feed them scraps as you are eating dinner 🥘? Do you let them jump up at you when you  arrive home after leaving them at home 🏡? Then you get angry when they jump at friends when they visit you? “Duh!” Do you let them sit on your lap as you watch Television? Sucker! Fun isn’t it? Until you start reestablishing their training and you find out how stubborn the dogs have become.

Dogs are everywhere in Costa Rica; There must be eight to ten dogs running loose in Aguacate, Costa Rica. We live one hundred yards from highway 142. I sit and watch the cars dodge dogs everyday. My dogs are in our yard of our rental and cannot run to the highway. I paid five hundred dollars and had the property manager have a man build us a fence made of wire and tree limbs. After two years the large branches are beginning to rot and they need to be replaced, but I do not wish to do that because I hope to be in our Cabina by July. The fence keeps our dogs  safe and Corina happy. We open the gate for them to run done the stairs to the field. Five o’clock is the last pee break, and the dogs are very good about getting ready for beddy-bye for mighty night, goofy aren’t we dog lovers?

Yesterday LaLa decided to go on the dirt road. That is a broken rule and she wanted to ignore me. They are not allowed to leave the yard and they have been very good listeners. LaLa got excited about six dogs chasing a pickup truck with two dogs in the back of the truck , barking their arrival. I yelled,

”LaLa!No! LaLa stops and stares back at me and I whistle. She defiantly stares at me and I start walking towards her and she jumps back into the yard to a swat on the butt and No!No!No! I tell her to get into the house and she jams to her sister on the porch a they stand and stare at me. A loud,”Well!” And they scurry into the house. Looks like five years old and they want there own way. Does that sound familiar?

LaLa and LuLu are good dogs, but have Corina and I watching them all the time. It is the first time one of the dogs have ventures onto the dirt road. Oh, there have been many attempts to do it, but a whistle or a no generally stops the mischievousness. We maybe overly protective, but a day does not go by without an animal being crushed on the highway 142. Our neighbor has three dogs that run wild. It is the Costa Rican way of living with dogs. The dogs are trained to stay within the limits of the dirt road and the busy highway. We have become friendly with two of their dogs which visits us often.

One of the dogs is a cute black and white mix who is a hyper little dog that drives LuLu to growling at her to live Lulu alone. It is amazing how one little dog can cause our dogs fits. It got to the point that LuZlu would not go outside and take a potty break because she got tired of running away from the youngster. I try not to laugh, but LuLu is hilarious with the puppy. It has gotten to the point where I pick up the puppy and LuLu can run down stairs and do her thing.

I bet some of you dog lovers have great stories to tell. Give me a poke on FB and let me know about your adventures. I have written several poems about my dogs. In my book, Poems From Costa Rica, you can read about their antics. Pura Vida! Press the link below for the bookstore:

LaLa and LuLu

Lala and Lulu and the Armadillo
The Armadillo was on the lawn
Minding his own business
Having a stretch and yawn
Enjoying the bright morning sun

When suddenly who should appear
Lala and Lulu following from the rear
Two rambunctious little dogs
Eager to tag along

Barking and pestering from inches away
Biting at the armadillo’s tail asking him to play
Slowly, cautiously he starts to move
Lala swats at his legs, he turns to show he disapproves

Then he darts to the bushes to hide
Vanishing before their eyes
Lala on one side, Lulu the other
Search the bush for their new found brother

Frantically they search to find their friend
Only to realize their play has come to an end
Mister Armadillo escaped through the fence
Using a very smart defense

He had scurried down to end through a hole
Too small for the dogs to follow
Bark,bark they would call out
Asking the armadillo to turn about

He would turn up his tail
Scurry away as the dogs continue to wail
Lala and Lulu would run up and down the fence
Until all their energy had been dispensed

Slowly they trot up the driveway
Still peeking at the fence along the way
Hoping to take one more peek
For the friend they wish to keep

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Life; Memories Lost

IMG_3198Life is the hazy setting of the sun. Just like the sun disappears behind beautiful mountain landscapes so does memories. A home in Utah succumbs to old age and pipes burst. Left alone to the destruction of time and visited after a four months absence; the residue of destruction:sitting water, mold and mildew collapse the ceiling and it shows its ugly path of loss.

Fifty years of love and affection are gone; destroyed forever, those first love letters you sent your girlfriend at the age of seventeen. Those precious words you wrote in a note bestowing your love of your wife of forty-two years; gone in a flash to the basement of your mind. Your wife was a collector of memories, a sorceress Of sentimentality. Kept neatly away in an old chest, laying on the bedroom floor in front of our bed; School yearbooks of our high school years with passages neatly enscribed below pictures. A history of my sport years put in scrap books,meticulously recorded in scrapbooks made by my ingenious young girlfriend. Gone are the nights by the fireplace looking through our memorabilia reminiscing about our misspent youth.

A nineteen-thirty-eight Philco Floor Radio, my lovely wife found at a Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor is lost to water damage. She found it on a window display for sale for seventy -five dollars; it looked old, tarnished, the speaker was torn, the cover  ripped out of the front and the vacuum tubes were bad. My wife took it to our neighbor, a retired house painter who built miniature houses as a hobby. He replaced the old electrical parts with original vacuum tubes, wires, etc. and produced a beautiful radio with its original police radio design. Meticulously varnished, sanded and varnished again and made anew, refurbished nineteen-thirty-eight Philco floor radio  we kepted for forty odd years, gone in nature’s wrath.

I mourned the loss of my memories and decided to begin new memories and not worry about a loss of memories. Life must go on, to be enjoyed, not saddened on memories lost. My old collection of black vinyl is gone: A nineteen-sixty-four Beatles album with the singers autographs are lost, but I have their music on this I pad. I remember playing our record player for hours as I hugged my young wife of forty some odd years and I smile realizing what a great life we had together. Not all is lost, is it? Memories will always remain a constant pleasure. Pura Vida! Press the link below for my bookstore:

Memories

You
i never get tired of writing about you
remembering those beautiful baby blues
or your perfectly short cut hair
and your sparkling angry stare
when you gave me an indignant dare

or how you would laugh when i wiggled my ears
or how you cheered during my football years
how you showed patience during my tough times
your love was never hard to find
your love makes me strong
it gives me strength when things go wrong

i work at living up to your life
after all is said and done
you were my perfect wife
i was lucky you were the one

thank you for picking me.”

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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My o My

D56579DC-FD55-4A29-8368-343A28AB8E59.jpegMy o my, my two buddies are cute little joys of our lives, LuLu and LaLa. Given to us by a friend who caused a lot of Havic in our lives. This is the one thing this friend gave us that I am grateful. Christmas week Corina and I found LaLa at our bedroom door. Our friend left her at our door and Corina picked the dog up and said,

”Let’s go upstairs and tell our friend we do not want the dog.”

By the time we reached the living room, it was all over but the crying. We kept the cute little dog 🐕 and four weeks later, we took the sister and never looked back. We never get lonely because we have our dogs who are a never ending supply of love and Company. We take them everywhere; trips, dinner, the park, the auto mechanic; we take them everywhere. We taught them to bring us things we drop on the floor; remote controls, paper, shoes, they are amazing little dogs.

When we go by ourselves to the grocery store and return home 🏡 they go crazy 😜, running up to us as if we were gone for a month. LaLa and LuLu are the only ones truly happy to see us. No false personas on these dogs; guard dogs, friends, and Yes, our psychologist who seems to know when things are not well. Do you have a pet like ours who comfort you, praise you, make you feel wanted? That is the key, LaLa and LuLu make you feel wanted. The hardest lesson to teach the dogs is not jumping on new people when they meet them. They love people, at first a few barks, sniffs and an ok 👍. They are yours until I say leave the person alone girls. Now we have trained them to wait until the person says it is ok to sit on my lap, Sometimes!

The girls are five years old now and weigh about twenty pounds a piece. Corina and I cannot wait for our Cabina to be finished. The Cabina has a chain link fence around the property that we had built on a concrete base, eight inches deep in the dirt so they cannot dig out. They will have a little less than a third of an acre to play. Freedom to roam around anywhere on the property; free from stray dogs, snakes, toads, hopefully varmits locked outside our property. We will have a Walk way around the perimeter, inside the fence of the property where we can walk the dogs 🐶. Our own little park in the town to play and have fun.

We thank our friend for these dogs we did not want. Corina and I would not know what to do without them. I hope you have a pet that gives you great joy! Pura Vida!

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Pets

The Prowlers

They prowl the yard searching for invaders
Practicing their hunting behavior
Always on alert for Geckos
Snakes, frogs, no Hippos

They shy away from larger critters
Large dogs give them the shivers
Bark like they are ten feet tall
Even though they are rather small

They stay out of the Costa Rican rain
Getting wet they disdain
Except when there is no choice
The exception they voice
Lala and Lulu are their names
Always together as they play
Stubborn,wanting their own way

“Too bad the Boss has a say”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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The Rains of October.

03920F97-EB18-4746-8C5B-CD9C56433786.jpegYou people in the cold North East; Do you get tired of the snow? In California’s Northern Cities do you get tired of the rain? I remember my service days when I was stationed in Requa , California, high up a mountain cliff, a radar station overlooking the Pacific Ocean as an auto mechanic. I lived through one hundred and five inches of rain, I swear I was growing mushrooms on my skin! I could not wait for the rain to stop. I live in Aguacate, Costa Rica now and love it, but in two thousand and fifteen, I believe we hit the two hundred inch mark of rain. I do not complain about the rain; I walk in the rain and thank God for the beauty rain creates.

This October, we had a considerable amount of rain and I wrote quite a bit. So much writing I got tired of sitting on furniture. You ever get tired of sitting? I wrote so much it made me tired. I love to write!  Today was a beautiful day, but the day before it rained forever. The lightning lit the dark sky and the thunder shook the house.  It amazes me the amount of rain produced by this storm. The river was overflowing with rain water. One of my friends went to Tilaran and could not get back to Aguacate. He had to stay at a hotel in Tilaran because the road was closed. Seven mudslides from Aguacate to Tiliran, but the next day he made it back to Aguacate. As he described the road on the way home his eyes would widen. Stacks of mud and debris four feet high in seven different areas of the road. I wrote away at my casa and did not venture out. Two or three days later I went to Tilaran enjoying a clear beautiful day.

Do You ever confront a storm or do you wait it out? I am almost finished the manuscript for my follow up novel of the Man with a limp. It is called the Chameleon Returns. A few more chapters to correct and I will send it to Litfire Publishing. My first novel is in the printing stage and should be out soon. I hope you have a chance to read my first novel. Critics are welcome! Until then, Pura Vida!

The Chameleon

Excerpt from “ The Man With a Limp

The restaurant is full and a young man with a backback sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair and blue eyes and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man and knocks him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator and Max bites his hand so hard he twist off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the mans body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the agents handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a special building set up specifically to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is found in a trash can . It has a timer set to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a bomb box hooked up to an off road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, ten feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity;Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see any one leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the boy in the middle of the crowd, and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky notifies the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the middle of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator. The sniper finds the boy and watches him look up in the sky as if he was praying. A fire rings out and the boy drops like a pile of washed linen. He had his hand in his pocket. A young girl, standing next to him has blood splattered on her face and bikinied body. She stands stiff and frozen like a little Barbi doll, frightened, tears rolling down her checks. Her eyes frozen in time, unable to comprehend what just happened. Lucky runs up to her; a towel in hand her softly ask her how she is as he gently wipes the blood from her face. She collapses into his arms as he holds her tight and listens to her sobs: ” what is happening here? She ask. Lucky calms her down and gives her to a medic. An agent finds the detonator and the boy wrapped in a vest of C4. “what is with these young boys becoming terrorist? Where are they getting C4?” Ask Lucky. The agent does not respond, he has no answer for Lucky.

 

Looking for excitement in reading

img_3198My first venture in writing a adventure type novel, “The Man With a Limp” due to be published at the end of October; is a mixture of adventure, romance, and friendship. Some times I like getting lost in a good adventure book. How about you? As a kid it was the Hardy Boys Mysteries  or Mark Twain. As I grew older I read less because I was so sports oriented and wish I would have read more often. I had neighbors who were school minded educators and had an opportunity to follow their examples as good students, but would rather play volleyball at the beach and drink Ripple Wine. Go figure! How life turns lemons into lemonade! How about you? Do you have the same kind of memories and regrets?

Nowadays I can not seem to find enough times to write. I go in spurts and write six to eight hours a day putting random Ideas on my I pad notebook pages. Do you like to write? Do you care what people think about your writing? I hope they enjoy my thoughts on the written page and find it is a pleasant escape from everyday drudgery. My days are always filled with excitement as I take a deep breath and thank God I still have an active imagination. I often think of a young friend named Tom; I would ride my bike to his house and we would play cowboys and dinosaurs. Maybe that was the beginning of my creative verve.

I hope you have an opportunity to preview my web page; understanding-online .com

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The Man With A Limp, coming at the end of October. An except from my Chapter called The event is below the link. Thank You, Pura Vida

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Adventure

The restaurant is full, and a young man with a back-pack sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes, and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man; knocking him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator, and Max bites his hand so hard he twists off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the man’s body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom, and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the officers handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a unique building set up to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is in a trash can. It has a timer configured to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a weapon box hooked up to an off-road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, three feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity; Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see anyone leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the kid in the middle of the crowd and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky informs the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the midst of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator.

What do you look for in a good book?

understanding What makes you pick up a book at the bookstore and buy? Is it the Cover, an established Author, the bio on the inside cover? Does the Author grab your attention in the very first lines that make your impulse button come alive? I like to believe people wish to get lost in a good book.

I remember the first time I read  Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, I could not put the book down. Every page was filled with color, description of thought, and adventure. What makes a main character click or the secondary characters interact. I admit as a child I was average in school and a slow reader who was shy about reading. My older sister always had a drive to read (which I secretly admired), but I would rather be outside emersed in natures sports, which I could not get enough of.

In my book ” The Man With A Limp” I worked at getting the reader involved. Is this story possible, accurately depict the moment. In my book Understanding, I want you to think about the poem and decide what is being said.  Does it have different meanings and because of my life situation does it pull an emotional string? In my first book, Odes to Life and Love, I am remembering the love of my life and the places we traveled, time we spent together. I ask for forgiveness, love, did you hate me for my wildness? She always showed me a tremendous amount of love and patience as we traveled through our short life of forty-two years. Because of Marian’s faith in me I was able to summon the courage to publish twelve books. Thanks to the support of Corina, my girlfriend I am given the opportunity to continue writing. What is it that makes you want to read a book? Let me know, Pura Vida, press the link below to my books:

Wonderment

“I stole her from the FBI, they did not see the diamond in the rough. She was a woman, in a man’s body posing as a man. I went with the flow and involved Thomas in every crime. He blossomed as tech because I saw genius in him. We all new he wanted to be a woman but kept it to ourselves. Thomas fell in love with my lesbian daughter and she taught him to be himself. Claire was born and everyone acted like nothing changed and the transition was smooth. We all love Claire,” Says Lucky.

Except from the sequel, The Chameleon  coming out in February. It is the second in a series of Novels. The my first novel, The Man with a Limp , due out in October, 2017, introduces the Novel The Chameleon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Understanding

IMG_5216As you look at the bunny in the picture above, do you see fear in it’s eyes ? Looking around to see if any predators are around. Do you feel like your head is on a swivel? Trying to do what is right or looking for acceptance from your peers or family. Do you help friends at the inconvenience of yourself? Monetary or emotionally expense that may put you behind or at odds with other people such as family, wife, or girlfriend. You ask for understanding and you receive condemnation. Does this happen to you?

Understanding is a difficult process. A situation may have different explanations. Can understanding a situation be complete only when two scenarios are alike or can it be differently viewed and accepted as right? Is that understanding or confusion? Understanding by dictionary is;

1. mental process of a person who comprehends; comprehension; personal interpretation: My understanding of the word does not agree with yours.
2. intellectual faculties; intelligence; mind: a quick understanding.
superior power of discernment; enlightened intelligence: With her keen understanding she should have become a leader.
3. knowledge of or familiarity with a particular thing; skill in dealing with or handling something: an understanding of accounting practice.
a state of cooperative or mutually tolerant relations between people: To him, understanding and goodwill were the supreme virtues.
4. a mutual agreement, especially of a private, unannounced, or tacit kind: They had an understanding about who would do the dishes.
an agreement regulating joint activity or settling differences, often informal or preliminary in character: After hours of negotiation, no understanding on a new contract was reached.
Philosophy .
5. the power of abstract thought; logical power.
Kantianism. the mental faculty resolving the sensory manifold into the transcendental unity of apperception.
— adjective

6. characterized by understanding; prompted by, based on, or demonstrating comprehension, intelligence, discernment, empathy, or the like: an understanding attitude.

Being willing to help others in difficulty take understanding that the help goes so far. When you have reached your limit you must say sorry I can not do anymore. It must be realized that your emotional structure is important. One must not burden them self past self reliance. God take care of those who take care of themselves. Is that a selfish notion or must you drain the tank? What do you think? Pura Vida!

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Understanding

“I went to the memorial of my friend’s nephew,
Of a hundred people that the young man knew.
He died at thirty, way before his time.
They celebrated him with choruses and rhymes.

Father, daughter, aunts, uncle, and friends,
To him in heaven their love they would send.
Joys of laughter and fun they would tell
About the young man who would leave them for a spell.

Not too many tears were fallen this day
Only happiness and good cheer; he would want it this way.
Grandma would tell a story about the balloons.
Every one brought one; they were floating in the room.

It was about a dad and his two boys who went to the zoo
To escape sadness that afternoon.
They had lost a brother two and half weeks old,
A hardship that was hard to hold.

Walking in the zoo, they came upon a balloon stand.
The boys pestered the father for a balloon for their hand.
Again and again, they pestered dear dad
Until he relinquished instead of thinking them bad.

He smiled and patted their heads and turned to pay.
The boys released the balloons upward to their heavenly way.
The father turned and saw the balloons head to the blue skies.
He was angry and wanted to know why

They released the balloons to the sky.
The boys calmly said it was for their brother,
Who would never have a father or a mother,
Who could never go to the zoo
And have father buy him a balloon.

But on this day, in their loving way,
They showed the balloons were the right price to pay
To show the brother that they lost
The love they give at any cost.

We released our balloons and sent them on their way.
Brother, nephew, cousin, friend—we love you!”

Excerpt From: Timothy M. Nugent. “Understanding.” XlibrisUS, 2015-06-10T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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Excerpt From: Timothy M. Nugent. “Understanding.” XlibrisUS, 2015-06-10T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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Excerpt From: Timothy M. Nugent. “Understanding.” XlibrisUS, 2015-06-10T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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What measures success?

 

 

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What is the measure of a persons success? How do you measure a person’s success in life? Is it being a good father or mother during your lifetime and watch your children grow up as decent people?  Help them graduate from college whether you pay for it or show them the way you worked your way through the educational system. Maybe you are a poor individual with a high school education who has six kids and put clothes on their backs and shoes on their feet Made sure they had food to eat. You never bought yourself a watch, or a new car. You took the bus to work; first at McDonalds and then you second job as a custodian at Kmart for six to eight hours a day. You live in a two bedroom house that you put ten thousand dollars down for a mortgage forty years ago. The mortgage was paid and you borrow fifty thousand dollars to send your kids through college.  You tell your oldest son to get work at the college to help pay for school.  You tell him you have a little money to share with all the kids to go to school, but you must work and get good grades. Your tell your kids to be different than him; make a lot of money so you will not be poor like me.

The children graduate from college, two are mechanics who went to trade school and learned how to operate their own shops. Two daughters married men like their Father, hard working men who are partners in a landscaping business that does very well. Both men are in their thirties, raising a family and going to school at night to learn landscaping designs. Two  sons graduated from college: one is a lawyer who opened a firm to help anyone who needs help and the other became biologist.

It is Mom and Dad’s fiftieth anniversary and the family gathers at Mom and Dad’s little house to celebrate. Dad tells his family how proud he is of them. The eldest son says, ” Dad we want to stop working, we sons and daughters want to take care of you.  You are seventy years old and can enjoy life with us.” ” I enjoy life every single day son. Remember the joy you and I had as we built that bird house hanging on the porch. How you got so much joy in finishing the final paint job on the bird house. That project gave Mom and I an Idea of what we wished to accomplish in life. A loving family, who knew how to take care of each other.” The sons and daughters rush over to thank their parents for the lessons they showed the children.

Does it matter to you whether you have wishes of gold and silver and a house of four thousand square feet or the riches of a lifetime of love and the knowledge you were always cared for?  How do you measure your success?

The Old Man

He was an electrician by trade
A union man made
Born in Kansas City
Tough stout and gritty

Took nothing from any man
Loved only one woman
Spoiled his daughter
Made his son strong
so he did not falter

Worked hard all his life
Quit drinking
when it caused too much strife
Unforgiving when he felt wronged
He felt this was being strong

He worked on the Golden Gate Bridge
Hanging lights over the edge
Hanging three hundred feet over the water
Hanging free without any shelter

He was a man I admired
His arrogance made you smile
He was my best friend’s dad
Whose son affectionately called him
the old man