Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Li’l JAKE

Since I don’t have much of a social life due to my economic status, I have plenty of time to devote to this blog and ponder.  The following is one of those times that I reflect upon, as one of my greatest and most gratifying experiences.
I wanted to get into medical sales in hopes of representing products that made a difference in helping someone, no matter what the product may have been.  I was lucky enough to accomplish that.  To me, it was never the money to be achieved, as much as the difference a product might make in the healthcare of an individual.  The money just came with the belief I had in a product.  It always helped that it was cost effective.
Li’l Jake is one of the greatest success stories in my years of medical sales.  He was born in a major hospital of Wichita, KS with cystic fibrosis.  He spent his first two years of life in the hospital, never getting to see the outside world, and the majority of the time on a ventilator. 
I became aware of Jake through a respiratory therapist that worked at the hospital home healthcare agency and was involved in his transition from the hospital to his home.  She contacted me because I represented a unique ventilator that  Jake could tolerate better than any other.
The medical manufacturer I worked for had finally gotten the FDA approval for this unique ventilator to be used in the home care environment.  Once that had come through Jake had the opportunity to finally be able to go home after spending such a long time in a hospital setting. 
The respiratory therapist contacted me when Jake had gone home and informed me that it was the first time he had ever smiled.  She asked if I would be able to meet at the home to set up the device and train the parents on the ventilator’s settings and maintenance.  It was gratifying to see how happy the parents were and to see Jake smiling for myself.
This is just one of a few experiences that made my job and personal gratification worthwhile in this life.
God bless and God speed  with a special prayer for Li’l Jake
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GOOD DEED OF THE DAY

This morning, my co-worker and I were entering the restaurant where we are employed to start another day of work, a young man entered ahead of us.  Unknown at the time, this young man would be an interesting start to my day.
My routine when I first enter for work is to get myself a big ice tea while my co-worker times me in but this day as I turned she motioned me over to inform me that there was a homeless man that was in need of directions to the Salvation Army shelter where I had received assistance.  Everyone at work is familiar with my past association with the shelter and felt that I may be able to help him.
I became aware that the young man who proceeded us into the restaurant was the homeless person in need of help.  He informed me of his situation and that he was trying to get back to Indiana and really just needed directions to get to I-70 and a glass of water.  After I got him a glass of water I decided to give him one of my free dinner coupons that I receive once-a-month so he could get something to eat while he warmed up from the cold.
After a warm meal he asked his server to get me so he could say thank you before leaving on his way.  He thanked me for my generosity and I told him that I had been in his position and it was the generosity of others that got me back to KC and it was the least I could do to pay-it-forward.
I wished him a safe journey back to Indiana and would give him some cash but at the time I only had a couple of dollars in my wallet to last me until payday.  He told me that the meal was more than generous and that he greatly appreciated my help.  We shook hands and he left.
I hope that he met more of that generosity I had experienced on his way home.
God bless and God speed
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THANKSGIVING GENEROSITY

It was one year today, November 27, 2010, that I found myself at a south bound rest stop just North of Dunnagin on I-5.  There was a lot of motorists heading home to most likely the Sacramento area.  It would be at this rest stop that I would realize the true meaning of generosity.
I had decided to make one last ditch effort to get the remainder of the cash I needed for gas money to make the trip back to Kansas City and my confirmed employment.  I had the majority of the cash needed but also felt that any extra I could receive this day and on the journey return would go to my confirmed apartment with my former landlords.
So, with Ellie in the car and my homemade cardboard sign (“NEED GAS FOR KCMO:  HAVE EMPLOYMENT THERE”), I stood in 40 degree cloud covered weather next to my car.  I immediately started getting donations for my needy cause.  Some good Samaritans giving me change others dollars.  Anything I could get was, to me, greatly generous and appreciated.  It would all add up.  I guess you could say I was optimistic and kept the faith that I would, somehow, make whatever was needed to secure my way home and place to live.
But the greatest generosity came when a young couple parked next to my car.  The man came over to me after they both made their nature calls and asked if things were going well to my endeavor.  I told him how impressed I was with the generosity of those that had helped me so far.  He handed me what I thought was a $20 bill rolled up with what I thought might be some ones and maybe a ten.  He also handed me some munchies he and his wife had brought along for the trip back home.  After they left, I stuck my hand back into my pocket to add the wad of money to what I had already made to find out that they had given me $120.  About 15 minutes later another man came by and gave me $100.  I had spent only 45 minutes at this rest stop and made over $250. 
If anyone can be blessed, it’s definitely been me.  I had surpassed my goal for gas but also had secured most of the rent I would need for my apartment in KC.  After that short 45-minutes of generosity, I jumped into my car with Ellie and headed back to my friends place to prepare for my trip back to KC the next day knowing that I would be able to relax financially.
I will always remember and be grateful to the generous people that aided my success in getting home.  I truly have a genuine reason for being “THANKFUL”.
God bless and God speed

THE TAJ MAHAL OF STUDIO APARTMENTS

I secured a new studio apartment with my former landlords back in the same apartment building that I had resided before leaving for San Diego.  I really had hopes of my old apartment located on the 3rd floor with its’ fantastic KC downtown skyscape and treetop view but the current tenant had renewed his lease for another year.
They had shown me a more spacious first floor studio that has a large covered porch area.  The inside has 11 foot ceilings with a large kitchen area and the heating units work efficiently compared to the one I left.  Ellie, I know, greatly appreciates the spacious quarters where she can stretch her legs and keep a better eye on my movements.
After getting the wall hangings up, furniture in place and things organized, I sit in my recliner and look around at how much nicer it is here than, especially, the apartment I just came from.  The earth tone coloring and high ceilings accent the spacious feeling.  I find it even nicer than my old upstairs apartment, though I enjoyed the higher up view, it gives me a cleaner environment outlook.  My only concern is the first floor easy access for someone wanting to break in.  It’s Ellie’s presence that gives me some security feeling, even when I’m away at work.
All-in-all, it gives me a fulfilled comfort level of home.  Not too big, not too small.  A place I plan to call my home for some time.  It’s my “TAJ MAHAL OF STUDIOS”.
I just realized, I “am” home for the first time in a long time.
God bless and God speed

THE APARTMENT

As I have mentioned in one of my previous postings,  when I was coming back to KC from California, I had secured an apartment with my former landlords.  Sight unseen and in desperate need I had no choice staying in this current apartment.  I’ve adapted well to this place and all the little idiocyncrosies that came with it.  Oven light off means it’s on, the handle on the bathroom stool has to be physically moved up after a flush, taking a bath versus a shower that I don’t have and so on.  Just little things.
Recently I’ve had to deal with rodents and brown recluse spiders.  I haven’t really had experience in dealing with brown recluse, mice or rat problems anytime before or over this past year living here, so the last three weeks have been a new and interesting experience.
It all began when the new landlord started renovating the apartment above mine.  The first experience was a brown recluse spider that appeared on my kitchen floor after I had opened the cabinet door under the sink.  I accidentally and luckily stepped on it, with my shoes on, and I normally wouldn’t have given it a thought but this spider looked different from past spiders I had eliminated.  After close inspection with my glasses on and confirmation from my landlord and the guy working on the upstairs apartment  I began to be a little more concerned, not only for myself but Ellie as well.   About two weeks after that incident, I saw another recluse on my bathroom rug and, of course, eliminated it.  Then came the big scare about three days ago.  I had gotten up at 4:30 am, like every work day, to walk Ellie.   Once that’s done, I get ready to take my second nature call and then my bath.  While sitting on the stool with the bath water filling, I glance down to the floor where my bare feet are and see a brown recluse next to my right foot.  I lifted my feet off the floor and it started hopping around, then scurried off under the tub.  Needless to say, it literally scared the “you know what” out of me.
The problem with the mice began about two weeks ago when, as I was sitting in my recliner watching t.v., I noticed out of the corner of my eye a movement over by Ellie’s dog food bowl.  A mouse was perched on the edge of her bowl eating a piece of dog food then scurried into the bathroom when I got up.  I informed my landlord about the mouse and he went and got four mouse traps.  The snapping type, which I had never had to use, so it was a learning experience to me in getting it set up properly.  In this case, a piece of Ellie’s dog food with peanut butter.  I placed the trap in a narrow space between the kitchen counter and the wall and got the first mouse that night.  A couple of nights in a row I was awakened to the sound of crunching dog food and thought Ellie was just grazing at night but the sound seemed to come from the bedroom but it wasn’t Ellie eating on the bed.  The next morning I opened the door under the sink to throw away something in the trash when I noticed a lot of dog food from her food bag scattered around the cabinet.  It had eaten through her dog bag and also gotten into my red potatoes I keep under there as well.  So far, after two days of no mouse trap trips, I haven’t had any problems with mice.
The last major event was early this morning getting up at my usual time to walk Ellie.  I headed to the bathroom, of course, to take care of business when I saw this big rat just sitting there in the doorway.  It didn’t move when I moved towards it but sure looked alive to me.  At my age when nature calls nature calls.  I quickly put Ellie’s lease on and took her for her walk to take care of her business and embarrassingly, mine, behind a big tree.  Now I had to deal with the rat when I got back, if it was still there.  It was still there in the same position and same place so I poked at it with a clothes hangar.  It didn’t move but seemed lethargic not dead like it had been poisoned.  I grabbed one of my work shoes and, well, you know what I had to do.
I had an appointment to meet with my former landlords to check out a studio apartment at the former location I lived before leaving to go to San Diego today and liked what I saw.   I’ll be moving there in one month when my lease is up here. 
So, the current count:  Mice: 10   Rat: 1  Recluse:  2 with one at large along with any unkown at this time and Roaches: Oh boy! Can only guess
God bless and God speed

Monday, October 10, 2011

PAY IT FORWARD

One of my favorite movies, “Pay It Forward”, impressed me with the strong message it sends.  I’m sure it’s movement is alive in reality, I know I have experienced and also helped out several times for the “Pay It Forward” philosophy’s ongoing success.
The purpose, of course, is to significantly help someone in crisis.  Not to seek any kind of reward and just request that they pay it forward to three other people.  The pay-it-forwards I’ve been involved with haven’t been the most significant, but what I would call significantly  meager attempts in perspective.  I still have time to fulfill this goal and, more so, in the near future with some plans I’ve been working on for a new venture that has been in the making for over 6-years.
This new venture would impact many people’s lives and bring greater recognition to the causes this venture would represent.  It would be my way to significantly pay-it-forward for many rather than just the requested three.  It would bring a greater awareness to the pay-it-forward movement. The previous postings I’ve made on my homeless and financial experiences have been the driving force in this venture.
My hope is whoever reads this remembers or sees the movie and maybe takes someone’s kind helpful gesture and “PAYS IT FORWARD”, no matter the significance.
God Bless and God Speed

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I AM A SURVIVOR

September 26, 2011
I’M A SURVIVOR
My good friend out in California and I were hoisting a few beers (maybe more) one night when the conversation turned to my challenging times.  He said I was a survivor, as he has had to be in his hard times, especially where I had been in my career of making a very good living and had a fairly easy positive lifestyle.
I’ve reflected on this and began to consider how things might have turned out otherwise.  It made me think of the time I was in St. Louis on business reading the St. Louis Post newspaper in my room before beginning my business day when I noticed an article relating to the best person to hire for a job.  The writer indicated that the best person to hire would be an ex-cross country runner because of how the race is primarily a battle between the individual racer and himself.  They have a great deal of intestinal fortitude and a “ not-give-up “ attitude.
It was one of the first times I began to realize who I was and why.  It opened up a whole new perspective of myself because I had been a cross country runner and one of the best in the metro area.  It fit in with my prior posting “Who Am I?”.
I’ve gotten to experience the good life of raising two great kids and financial stability.  Since I’ve been thrust into the financial challenges of life, I can adapt to any of those challenges that cross my path.  It’s hard, but due to my analytical and positive mind, I somehow am able to come up with a positive solution to the problem at hand.
I sometimes will hear Super Tramp’s song “The Long Way Home” and think of how it may be tough going,  but I’m  just taking that long way home in life now.  Then I’ll hear Chicago’s  “Feeling Stronger Every Day” which is inspirational to the way I perceive my existence currently as a survivor.   “I AM A SURVIVOR”
“God Bless and God Speed”
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