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Tokyo underground

Feb 24

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I Do not want to give my whole story with this disclaimer giving you all the rights but basically

I was born in the Ghetto never got a chance in schools or life no matter how much I tried then I was awarded a scholarship to go to japan for school

I went learned and then decided I wanted to live there by any means eventually I got locked out of some dorms in LA and I yelled up to a balcony and got someone to come let me in little did I know I would end up living with this person and becoming good friends and little did I know he was a big head in Japanese underground

my story is pretty long and still unfolding

this is long story short but the whole story has drugs crimes rhymes and art

Kharma destiniy fate who knows
but everything happens for a reason its just what you do with what you get

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This love was meant to be

Dec 21

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Our story starts in the summer of 1998, we were both in summer school. We had a class together and I remember not thinking much about him, not really even noticing him. As the summer progressed we talked more and more and I learned more about him. He asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and go swimming. I said “yes” and thought to myself, just friends! I went to meet him and he did not show up. Later he asked again if we could hang out and I agreed again. We did start hanging out with each other all the time. I felt still like we would just be friends, not knowing at this point that he was my soul mate. This started to change the more I knew about him and the kind of person that he was. He is an amazing man, even as a teenager he was.

At the end of summer he informed me that he was moving to Denver with his Dad. We stayed together in a long distant relationship. We tried but he was trying to build a new life in Colorado, and I was enrolling in college. We broke up and our relationship was over at the end of 1999. Two years go by and not a word from him, I would write to him but never send the letters. He was all that I could think about for those two years. In 2001 I come to work, and my co-worker says “someone just came in looking for you and said that he wanted to see you but that you might not want to see him.” My mind raced, I had a few people I thought it could be but had no idea. Four hours latter I leave to go home for my lunch break. I pull out and in front of me is a camero that has Colorado plates. I look at them and think how strange Jordan lives in Colorado, but he drives a truck. The camero gets over into the other lane and I just keep driving. Then I look next to me and it is him, it was Jordan. He flags me to pull over , so I do. We decide that we are going to meet up and talk after I get off work. We do talk and figure out that neither one of us could get the other one out of our heads. The funny part about this, or the fate is that he was NEVER going to come back to my work again. He had decided that he was leaving the next day to go to Colorado. He didn’t really know what made him go into my work in the first place, he just ended up there. If I had not left my work at that exact moment in time I would never had pulled out behind him. I moved to Colorado a month latter and we have been together ever since.

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Is Life Pre-destined or not?

Dec 4

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One night my brother and I were arguing about whether or not our lives are predetermined before we’re ever born. My brother, Mike, said yes, life is predetermined, it doesn’t matter what you do, your destiny will be what it will be. I said “Bullshit!” Our lives are determined by every decision we make every minute of every day.

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Love forged in battle

Nov 24

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I was fighting in the woods battle at Pennsic an SCA event in Butler PA.  when I was struck in the arm with an arrow. I figured I would take someone out with me so I charged into the smallest shield across from me. As we collided I heard “EEP” my first thought was oh crap I just flattened a chick.

I peered over her shield to see if she was ok and I only saw her eyes and fell in love with her at that moment. I looked all over for her that year to no avail. Then in August 2006, at the same event but in the field battle our units were fighting together and after I was killed I walked off of the battlefield and sat on the ground. When all of a sudden Sarah came over in full armor and asked me if I had seen her crossbow. I could not speak, I could hardly breathe, “at last I have found her.

That evening I walked to her camp and asked her if she had found her crossbow. It was pouring down rain but we decided to go for a walk anyhow We walked and talked until we came upon a large pavilion tent with hay bales underneath. We sat and talked most of the night the next day we got up and fought again. And this continued throughout the week. At the end of the week I offered to drive her home to Alexandria VA. She had commuted to Pennsic with her ex boyfriend and accepted my offer. We talked the whole way back to Ohio where I lived at the time because I had to work the next day. After work I took her back to Alexandria and I headed home the next day for work. I commuted to Alexandria VA from Akron OH every weekend to see Sarah. Finally on September 20, 2009 I moved to Alexandria to be with the woman I love. Here I am three years later and still madly in love with Sarah.

The real magic of the story come before the meeting in our life events leading up to the moment. This cannot be told in only 500 words.

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A New Start Paid Forward

Nov 24

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In 1963, I was two-years old, the youngest of six kids in a poor, dysfunctional family. My father was a chronically out of work alcoholic who physically, mentally and sexually abused all of us. We lived isolated on a rural Missouri farm.

Winters were the worst. Dad would go to town, get drunk then spend weeks at his own parent’s house. He’d ‘forget’ to pay the propane bill so we’d run out. On cold winter nights we’d put mattresses together on the floor in one room then huddle together under the piled blankets and try to keep each other warm.

My then twenty-five year old mother had finally had enough. She loaded us into her tiny old car and drove straight to Oklahoma City and the same orphanage where she had grown up. She enrolled my siblings but kept me because I was too young. The priest my mom knew promised to provide for them until mom could come back for them.

My aunt lived in Chicago. Said she’d loan mom money for rent, etc. Except, my mom had no money and no way to get to Chicago. Her car wouldn’t make the trip.

From nowhere a complete stranger came into our lives. The man gave us a ride from Oklahoma City to Chicago, said ‘good bye’ and we never heard from him again.

Just over a year later, mom had us all back together again.

Forty years later, a similar situation occurred in my life. This time, I was the “man.”

I met a woman in Denver who had two small kids. I soon found out that she too needed to get away from her sexually, physically and emotionally abusive ex-husband. She had just moved to Denver from a ‘safe’ house in Wyoming. Quickly enough her ex-husband had found her so she returned to the safe house.

Her story had a few “complications.” She was a ‘mail-order’ bride from Indonesia. Her husband had taken her passport and her children didn’t have passports either. Her only chance of getting away, and out of this country was through her country’s consulate’s in Los Angeles.

Over the years of her own ordeal, she’d written the conselate regularly. They were apprised of her situation and promised to help if she could get to Los Angeles – and fast.

I had lost my mother to cancer a few of months earlier and was still grieving deeply. She was my rock. I prayed to her and asked for her intervention and guidance. Almost immediately I agreed to help.

From Denver, I drove up and met them at the Wyoming safe house, loaded their worldly possession and left under the cover of darkness.

Three very tense days later, we arrived at the consulate’s and were promptly “processed” for visas and documentation. Ten hours later, the woman and her children boarded the plane that took them 20-plus hours to safety. And their own new start.

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Tie your shoes.

Nov 23

Posted by Staff in life + death, luck | No Comments

Ever since I could remember, my grandmother would always get on me about making sure my shoes were tied, I would come from outside and that’s the first thing she would look at, she has passed away years ago but my habit of keeping my shoes tied didn’t fade with her and without her always nagging me about it I wouldn’t be alive today. A few years back after getting off of work, I went to the gas station to get some snacks, it was what seemed to be a typical nite as I was strolling down the isle looking up and down at the shelves when I noticed my right shoe string was undone, I felt lazy and didn’t want to even bend all the way down to do it but I thought to myself that my grandmother is probably turning in her grave at the sight of my untied shoe so I stooped down and proceeded to tie my shoe when I heard a loud bang and a window shatter and what felt like a sudden beam of heat over my head, come to find out it was a bullet and it would have killed me… If I didn’t tie my shoe…

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ADHD and 900 Acres

Nov 20

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It was October 2003 and I searched the trunk of my car to see if there was anything I could read while I waited for a school event to start. I found an old real estate magazine from North Carolina that I had looked through cover-to-cover multiple times before but it was the only thing I found. While thumbing through the magazine, I noticed an ad that read, “575 acre, great for development or private retreat, borders the Park, $1.75M” Although I lived in Miami, was an attorney and did not have any of the $1.75M asking price, I called the listing agent and asked, “What park does the property border?” The Realtor said, “The Great Smoky Mountain National Park.” The Realtor and I spoke for a few more minutes and agreed to keep in touch because my family and I had planned a vacation in the same area of North Carolina for the following February and, at that time, I could see the property. February came and I called the Realtor once I was in North Carolina. I called to tell him that I couldn’t meet for various reasons. Instead of accepting my cancellation, the Realtor said, “what if I can meet you early in the morning?” which appealed to me because I’m an early riser and my family isn’t. We finally met at a gas station and drove to a secluded area of the county where the property was located. We got on his 4-wheeled motorcycle and started to make our accent up the mountain along old logging roads. When we finally came to a clearing, I looked out and thought I was in Heaven. The view was spectacular! After about an hour of cruising around this incredible property, I told the Realtor, “I have to go.” He said, “are you alright?” I responded, “yes, but my brain is going a mile-per-minute and I need to get home.” From that point forward, a string of events occurred that eventually lead to the purchase and development of that property and all of the available, surrounding property, which equaled nearly 900 acres. The project lasted nearly 4 years for me and, in the process, I lost best friends, made new ones, changed peoples’ lives and had mine changed too. However, things happened during those years that, at the time they happened, had no apparent explanation until time revealed the reason for their occurrence. The story of my project is really multiple stories of how random acts changed lives. Like the time a waitress recommended her boyfriend for a job I needed done that lead to him and his brother leaving their employer to start their own business, which is still active today. The story doesn’t necessarily end well for me but I take solace in knowing that it did for so many others and maybe that was the intended destiny of the project and I was merely a vessel for those things to happen.

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