So let's dis a little girl who danced like an adult at age 7, for growing up and representing her country in a far away land. Bear in mind lacking your insight, the rest of the world adored her. I'm quite sure that many thought of meeting as a very big deal. I also have no doubt that she made this country many friends. George your bearing down to hard. Don't worry, be happy.":O}
A great song straight from the heart. "Love" is not always kind. Perhaps Love without the quotation marks can be.
No sound is greatly hard to live with. Thanks to Daniel and Patti (Thank You!) I now have high quality speakers for my computer. The ones built in to the monitor were terrible.
Now for something very sad! (Crikey, this doesn't look right at all. I'm sorry) PorPorMe is in his last days. He is one tough dude and isn't complaining about the pain and the fact that he is dieing. He's in a hospice and has the infinitely heavy fate of dealing with Stage 4 cancer. Beyond amazingly he is cheerful and jokes about leaving this world behind. Please write a post to him in this thread. He's been a Member at AOA for many years and is a Member here at GOL as well.
I understand your objection Por Por. This should have been handled differently in a way of your own choosing. Yet... Remember George holds you in high regard as Do I and many here although we are few. "I never betrayed you I never betrayed the revolution I just needed you to see me home." Why after so many years of looking for this song did I find it yesterday? George just didn't want you to die alone. None of us do. Other than our births, only death is individual and unique. We live by law but we die by divine command and no man knows the hour that his will be fulfilled. Not even as we lie in our beds awaiting deliverance. Your a good man and good men seek his forgiveness for what ever errors or sin we have left in our wake. Good men can look upon the love they gave this weary world. Love that has been stored for you by an unseen hand. Love that is yours and will be returned to you one thousand fold... for who can out love God? Know that his perfection did not seek perfection from us. Only a struggle, only a fight. A desperate battle to stand in his light. Know that victory is theirs who fall. For the fallen alone can be risen up. Your sailing now very close to the wind and things go by very fast. Your end here is near can your reward there be far behind? Few realize that every death has a face we were given at birth that God should know us in our innermost selves. We do not wear the face of death. But it will be shone to each of us. But as we pass into deaths transition We see not the face of death left so far behind us. But rather the face the angels adore. Some say that Death is the road to Awe. Some say death is door to new beginnings. How Should I know? I don't know any of these things in the objective world, But in death we leave the objective world behind. We inter into God great subjectivity. and the darkness that is still with us summons the light to banish all sorrow and welcome us home. I would like very much to meet you on the bridge to the other-side. We could stand together throwing scraps of sorrow and and mistaken fear into the abyss of forgotten and forgiven sins. I do not as you do not know how long we must wait to meet. Will George be waiting or will we wait for George? Thy will Holy Father not mine. My will leads only to deaths crossing. Thy will is the light of heaven and the end of all sorrow. For there is no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. I firmly believe that we will be together in God's love. So sail into the winds of change with no course to set. the deepest wave will rise unseen from behind to and carry you to home. Thy will Holy Father not mine. Thy will brings all things to their proper conclusion. My will stirs the dust. Only our will to be with you comes to anything that lasts, For this world brings an end to all things. For everything must end if he is to kick start and new day. I hope for you a peaceful passing. But if this is not to be I wish for you to know you are only in transition. The greatest pain mankind can know is childbirth. He brings forth the new in travail. May peace and God be with you my dear friend. I soon follow. Until I do please say a prayer for those who must by his will remain behind To morn your lost. Sail away sail away sail away. A divine wind is calling you home. We stand weeping upon the dock You will be missed.
This song has always been a source of strength and love for me... may it guide you on wards Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind, but now I see 'Twas grace that taught My heart to fear And grace my Fears relieved How precious did That grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers Toils and snares We have already come 'Twas grace hath brought Us safe thus far And grace will lead us home When we've been there Ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun We'll have no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind, but now I see
While in the martial arts I met people form everywhere. I spared with all kinds of people. About the first thing I learned about sizing up an opponent is that race had nothing to say about talent. I wasn't particularity athletic, but I worked hard, after a few years I won far more than I lost. I lost to those more talented than I or harder working. I never lost or won due to the color of my opponent. My teachers were Korean and black American. My Students were of the same composition. with a bit of white folks throw in. We didn't pay to much attention to our color. We all knew that the only truth in Martial Arts is on the Matt. You have to bring it with you when you come...or else stay home.":O}
Oh, one more thing. Perhaps you can see your way clear to forgive George. He only wished to ease your passing. I know he feels very badly about upsetting you. If it were not for his error, I wouldn't have had a chance to say good bye. You just gotta know I would have deeply regretted that. Sometimes our friends help us most by ignoring our wishes. As you cannot be well, Be resolved to make a good death. Hunta Yo This is a good day to die! Please pray for those you leave behind.
I forgave George almost immediately, and for the reasons you so clearly articulated. We all make mistakes that hurt others. I admit that this stung but I got over it. Will George?
I will see to that for you. This will hit him hard. But he still has things to do here and I can be the worst kind of hen pecker.":O} George still lacks inner certainty. He doubts himself and so finds it hard to have confidence in others. I've always considered friendship to largely be made up of smacking my friends where they are not looking. But with George we have to tread softly...he has seen much abuse and little appreciation. You have meant a great deal to him. He sees in you as a kindred spirit. As with you and I he has suffered for his sanity. He still lacks your focus, but he's ever so much less blurry than ten years ago.":O} I will see him though this, I will see him though it all. Bur what about you my friend Is there anything we may do,,,I may do to ease your passage? WE have shared so many songs together. You will forgive me if I say I hear you in Cooky's song. I hear the lonely years after you lost your wife. I have come too sense a growing resolve to meet your fate head on. I believe you will see her again. I believe that our souls travel in tribes from incarnation to incarnation until we become our self all neat and clean as a spirit. Honestly I have just met to many people that I already knew for me think other wise. I have always recognized my friends. In this lifetime My encounters have all been short lived. Few and far between. I have been with my online family longer than the people who kindly offered me their hands in the past. I will miss you. But take consolation in that we are tribe and I will know you again. As I have known you before. Meet you on the other side and we can take another ride. "Where do they go When they get up and leave their bodies behind?" does it matter if we are together? I believe that death is reunion. I believe in pattern and the essence of pattern is that it repeats in form. pattern refines with each repetition. Making us infinite in our perfectibility. The universe that I know would never throw away something infinity perfectible. We turn upon God's lath. The wheel grinds slowly but exceedingly fine. He will have his way with us He will not let us fail. Still I will morn your loss. I will keep you in my prayers always. But good wishes and prayers aside He will have his way with us. "No man can believe the good God means us." If you think of any thing at all we might do, please let me know. There's so much more I wanted to say to you... But I though I'd better finish before you die on me.":O}
I'm truly sorry that I betrayed your trust PorPorMe. Part of me knew that you had sent the message that you are on the way out to me alone. Daniel speaks of life and death matters far, far better than I do. I wanted you to have the benefit of his wisdom. I am so unhappy that you are leaving us that I didn't want to bear this fact alone. I'm sorry and I apologize. The small handful of friends I am so fortunate to have will become much smaller without your presence.
Bela Fleck and The Flecktones Please patience your way through the rather long intro. Now this is banjo I like! With a steel drum. Oh my!
From the 90's and maybe even better today. More Fleck and The Flecktones featuring Victor Wooten, a true god of BASS and his brother on synthdrums. Enjoy. More banjo!
I would like to clear up a few mis-conceptions that I knew would rise their heads above the sand. This is to big a subject to just broadcast. Cancer is not going to kill me tomorrow.How long is a guessing game. I do not reside at Hospice. I am independent and at home. Hospice cares for me. Thank you George. Your apology is greatly appreciated--I love it-and you! Friendship is hard to come by and must be petted and stroked when the rocky times come as they must.
I guess I do see some of Cooky in myself- Something I hadn't thought about befor. I am doing surprisingly well. Hospice keeps the pain down to a dull roar and my attitude is constant and far reaching so all is taken care of.
I'm very, very happy to learn that you are still at home and soldiering on. I misunderstood your PM, I apologize for that. A portion of me regrets "broadcasting" about your state of health. I am sorry. Yet I'm overjoyed to learn that you will be with us for longer than I understood. "Stage 4" cancer sounds terrible-because it is terrible. I love having you with us and am slightly embarrassed to admit that I love you. Manliness and taking on the depredations of world alone? What's that really worth? I don't know because I don't have to be alone against the world. Thank God for friends!