The next morning, I awoke with my face planted in SSgt. Hugh's carpet. I looked around, then tried to wake Ron. He was in no mood to wake up. Tim said, "Let's go. Ron, get up!" We groggily made our way to the "Pukemobile" for a ride to the base. No one said a word until we got to the front gate where I thought for sure the guards would stop us. To my relief, we were let in. No questions. Just a normal Friday morning at Eielson.
Tim drove us to the dormitory (a.k.a. barracks for you old timers) where Tim looked at both of us and said, Ron, you look like shit. Go back to your room and get some sleep. Robert, you come with me to the office. We arrived and got busy with the work day. Having missed breakfast, I was hungry and couldn't wait for chowtime at 11:30. At this point, Dane had arrived in a VERY hung over state and walked past us all the way to the back of the office to hide out in the last cubicle where our only personal computer was kept.
Tim was going over some of my training materials called CDCs or "Career Development Course". This is the most boring stuff I have ever had to work on. You see, It's not enough that you go through 6 weeks of basic military training followed by technical school, 12 weeks for my particular specialty, but you have to repeat everything you learned in technical school plus new material in a self study project that takes about a year to complete. Then you have achieved what they call 5 level. After tech school, you are a 3 level recruit. Why they only use odd numbers I'll never know. There is also something called 7 level school but I wasn't in long enough to attend. While we were working on this, one of the engineers came into the office and we hadn't noticed. Major Tom, yes, we actually had a Major with the last name Tom, came in. He didn't see any of us, mainly because Tim and I were in Tim's office, Ron was at the dorm, Sherry and Ken had the day off and Dane was asleep in the last cubicle. Now, normally, we work with a lot of officers. Architects and engineers mostly, who come in from time to time to have us go on a survey or create some drawings or maybe have some blueprints printed. These are lieutenants and captains or civilian employees. When a Major or higher in rank comes into the room, the first person to notice the flag officer is to call the entire room to attention. This means everyone stops what they are doing and stands at attention until the officer says "at ease" or "as you were" so you can go back to work. Since Major Tom didn't see us in Tim's office, he started looking around and made his way back to where Dane was "resting". I didn't see what happened but I think Dane noticed or Major Tom gave him a little nudge because I hear "Room Ten Hut! Good morning Major Tom.". Major Tom was cool and really didn't care for all of that ceremony but I thought it was really funny to see Dane standing at attention with little impressions of squares on his face where he must placed his head on the computer keyboard.
Now, lunchtime is here and I'm all ready to hit the chow hall when sergeant Hughes announced that we, meaning Dane, Ron and I were all going to the Auto hobby shop to wash his wife's car and try to rid it of the beer-halibut-bile mixture that had decorated the ceiling the night before.
So I am cleaning out this car, hungry for lunch, and thinking, "I am never drinking again." Then I thought, wait, I didn't drink, they did and I am cleaning up the mess. I can only compare the frustration I felt to the scene in Pulp Fiction where Samuel L. Jackson is in the back seat cleaning up after John Travolta had accidentally blown a guys head off inside the car.
Even though that was a disastrous first weekend up in Alaska, I made great friends, had unique experiences and forged memories that will forever hold a special place in my heart. I miss all of them very much.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
My Favorite Childhood memory
I owe my career to Star Trek. I was born in 1965 and in 1966 a T.V. show called Star Trek was on the air til 1969. It wasn't until syndication that I was old enough to appreciate the show and I also found out that my dad liked the show. So, like every little boy, I wanted to do whatever my dad liked to do and I watched reruns of Star Trek with my dad. Captain Kirk was my hero. He was always able to solve the problem with the help and guidance of his crew.
In 1975, the popularity of Star Trek was at an all time high because of reruns. Conventions were popping up all over the country.
One Saturday evening I was playing in the living room and my mom and dad called me into another room where they were watching the news on T.V. and there was a story about the Star Trek convention that was being held at the Conrad Hilton hotel in downtown Chicago that weekend. I walked into the room and watched, open mouthed, at the images of celebrities and writers from Star Trek making appearances and talking to all of the attendees at the convention. I stared at the screen and my dad immediately said "Don't get any ideas. We're not going to that!" I knew my dad hated traveling into the city and I sheepishly replied "I know. I know." I went back into the living room and resumed what I was doing and a couple of minutes later my mom called me back into the room. When I arrived, my dad looked at me and said "If we go to this thing tomorrow, we are getting up early to catch the train. If you aren't ready to go when I am, I’m going without you. Understand?" I was surprised and very excited. It seemed like an eternity till morning.
The next thing I remember is waking up at 4:00 AM scared that my dad had left without me. I quickly got dressed in my best Sunday outfit and then very gingerly peeked into my mom and dad's bedroom where, to my relief, they were both still asleep. I did this quietly because waking dad was another capital offense. I went into the living room and sat in the big easy chair and was trying desperately not to fall asleep for fear of being left behind. I must not have succeeded because I awoke in the chair with the shock of the realization that dad might have left. At that moment, I saw my dad coming out of the bedroom still in pajamas rubbing his eyes and he said good morning. It was now 7:00 AM. I was relieved but concerned because he told me we had to leave early to catch the train. He took his time showering, getting dressed and sitting down to a nice leisurely breakfast, all the while I was pestering him about the train and what time we to be at the station.
Finally, we arrived at the train station, purchased our tickets and waited for what was to be my first train ride to the city. I had been to the city before but never via commuter train. For a ten year old, trains are larger than life so this was an exciting day indeed. When we arrived in Chicago’s union station, we made our way up to the street level and into a taxi cab. This was also a first for me.
When we arrived at the Conrad Hilton hotel, the crowd was huge! We waited for the ballroom door to open and then there was a mad rush to get good seats as close to the stage as possible. The stage was also an unexpected surprise. It resembled the bridge of the enterprise and when each celebrity took their turn on stage, they sat in the captain's chair with microphone in hand told stories about what it was like to work on the show and answer questions from fans.
One by one, I got to see each actor and I was thrilled. The last celebrity to speak was Leonard Nimoy. I remember he was reading excerpts from his book "I am not Spock". I didn't really understand what he was talking about and my dad wanted to beat the crowd to the dealer's area so we left the ballroom.
The dealer's room had more Star Trek merchandise than I could ever imagined was possible to produce and collect in one room. T-shirts, photos, posters, toys, books, and endless array of consumer junk with the Star Trek name on it. My dad said I could have one souvenir. I carefully examined everything I had to choose from and finally fixated on a set of "Official" blueprints of the starship Enterprise. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Actual drawings, deck by deck, room by room, everything about the internal and external arrangement of the Enterprise just waiting for me to discover. I said "I want that!" My dad said "Are you sure?" I know it was expensive but it was my one choice. The set of drawings was five dollars. I guess a lot of money for a souvenir in 1975 but that's what I wanted and my dad bought it for me.
On the train ride home we examined the plans and located key locations like the bridge, the transporter room and sickbay. I was totally captivated and I spent a lot of time studying those drawings over the following years. I learned to read plans, elevations and sections from that set of drawings. I started learning about drafting in junior high school and by the time I was in high school, I wanted every drafting class I could get into. Yes, drafting and computer aided drafting is my life and I owe my career to Star Trek and a little set of plans. And yes, I still have them.
In 1975, the popularity of Star Trek was at an all time high because of reruns. Conventions were popping up all over the country.
One Saturday evening I was playing in the living room and my mom and dad called me into another room where they were watching the news on T.V. and there was a story about the Star Trek convention that was being held at the Conrad Hilton hotel in downtown Chicago that weekend. I walked into the room and watched, open mouthed, at the images of celebrities and writers from Star Trek making appearances and talking to all of the attendees at the convention. I stared at the screen and my dad immediately said "Don't get any ideas. We're not going to that!" I knew my dad hated traveling into the city and I sheepishly replied "I know. I know." I went back into the living room and resumed what I was doing and a couple of minutes later my mom called me back into the room. When I arrived, my dad looked at me and said "If we go to this thing tomorrow, we are getting up early to catch the train. If you aren't ready to go when I am, I’m going without you. Understand?" I was surprised and very excited. It seemed like an eternity till morning.
The next thing I remember is waking up at 4:00 AM scared that my dad had left without me. I quickly got dressed in my best Sunday outfit and then very gingerly peeked into my mom and dad's bedroom where, to my relief, they were both still asleep. I did this quietly because waking dad was another capital offense. I went into the living room and sat in the big easy chair and was trying desperately not to fall asleep for fear of being left behind. I must not have succeeded because I awoke in the chair with the shock of the realization that dad might have left. At that moment, I saw my dad coming out of the bedroom still in pajamas rubbing his eyes and he said good morning. It was now 7:00 AM. I was relieved but concerned because he told me we had to leave early to catch the train. He took his time showering, getting dressed and sitting down to a nice leisurely breakfast, all the while I was pestering him about the train and what time we to be at the station.
Finally, we arrived at the train station, purchased our tickets and waited for what was to be my first train ride to the city. I had been to the city before but never via commuter train. For a ten year old, trains are larger than life so this was an exciting day indeed. When we arrived in Chicago’s union station, we made our way up to the street level and into a taxi cab. This was also a first for me.
When we arrived at the Conrad Hilton hotel, the crowd was huge! We waited for the ballroom door to open and then there was a mad rush to get good seats as close to the stage as possible. The stage was also an unexpected surprise. It resembled the bridge of the enterprise and when each celebrity took their turn on stage, they sat in the captain's chair with microphone in hand told stories about what it was like to work on the show and answer questions from fans.
One by one, I got to see each actor and I was thrilled. The last celebrity to speak was Leonard Nimoy. I remember he was reading excerpts from his book "I am not Spock". I didn't really understand what he was talking about and my dad wanted to beat the crowd to the dealer's area so we left the ballroom.
The dealer's room had more Star Trek merchandise than I could ever imagined was possible to produce and collect in one room. T-shirts, photos, posters, toys, books, and endless array of consumer junk with the Star Trek name on it. My dad said I could have one souvenir. I carefully examined everything I had to choose from and finally fixated on a set of "Official" blueprints of the starship Enterprise. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Actual drawings, deck by deck, room by room, everything about the internal and external arrangement of the Enterprise just waiting for me to discover. I said "I want that!" My dad said "Are you sure?" I know it was expensive but it was my one choice. The set of drawings was five dollars. I guess a lot of money for a souvenir in 1975 but that's what I wanted and my dad bought it for me.
On the train ride home we examined the plans and located key locations like the bridge, the transporter room and sickbay. I was totally captivated and I spent a lot of time studying those drawings over the following years. I learned to read plans, elevations and sections from that set of drawings. I started learning about drafting in junior high school and by the time I was in high school, I wanted every drafting class I could get into. Yes, drafting and computer aided drafting is my life and I owe my career to Star Trek and a little set of plans. And yes, I still have them.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Big Red part 3
Big Red - Part Two
So I'm sitting in the back seat of a car with my three intoxicated new friends, in the middle of an Alaskan snowstorm, on a Thursday evening, wondering what in the world I have gotten myself into. Tim Hughes, my supervisor, is driving his wife's new car, Dane has had "Way too much to drink" and is sitting in the
front passenger seat, I am sitting behind him, and Ron is sitting to my left. Dane says he is feeling very warm and decides to open the window a crack to let in some cool air. I am feeling a little down at this point. Is this what the next three years is going to be like? I am staring out the window to my right watching the endless snow stream by in the cold, black, Fairbanks night and then I notice streaks of foamy water coating the outside of the window and I start to feel little drops of cold water hitting my face. I thought, "Oh great, snow and rain too?" What kind of place is this? But this wasn't rain. It smelled of beer and fish. I looked toward Dane and noticed the he was arching his neck upward toward the crack at the top where he rolled down the window. OMG! He was puking his overindulgence all over the car! It all didn't quite make it through the crack and because when you open one window of a vehicle at high speed, you create a miniature whirlwind inside the cabin. So, tonight's dinner of halibut and beer formed a small tornado inside the car where we all shared the love. I said, "Tim, pull over! Dane is puking!" Tim looks around, sees this and says "Holy shit!" He hits the brakes, cranked the wheel hard to the right, and stops along the shoulder. Dane opens the door, and merely spits out a small chunk of halibut. I guess he was finished with the main event. The rest of us were
feeling angry and funky at the same time. I looked at my new Air Force jacket that I bought at graduation. Patches and emblems now christened by fillet-o-Dane and Heinekin. Then I looked up an the new swirl design in the ceiling the beer had made. I looked at Dane with disgust, he looked at me, then looked at the pretty new pattern on the ceiling and said, "Hey, check it out." At that point, I busrt into laughter. I just gave in to the fact this had happened, there wasn't anything I could do about it, and it was actually pretty funny. Then I said, "You're paying to have this coat cleaned." (see my photos section to see the coat.)
Stay tuned for part three where we now have to figure out how to get every body home and Ron say's he knows how to get past the security guards at the entrance to the base.
Big Red Part 1
I always said that if I were ever to write my memoirs, the title would be called "All I need is a pack of Big Red". This is a story of my first weekend in Alaska.
I joined the Air Force in April of 1988. I graduated high school in 1983 so I was a little older than your typical airman. I went to two years of college first, then went to work for a while then decided in order to give my resume a boost; I would join the Air Force for more experience. I was involved in drafting ever since junior high and was trained as a draftsman with some college and work experience. I found a job in the Air Force called "Engineering Assistant Specialist." This was perfect. I would be assisting Architects and Engineers by creating drawings and working on land surveys. This was exactly the job I needed to further my career. I was 22 and because of two years of college, was given advanced rank. I was an E-3, Airman 1st Class. I was trained in Texas with 6 weeks of basic military training and 12 weeks of technical school. When I arrived in Fairbanks in September of 1988 I was greeted by the people in my shop. Staff Sergeant Tim Hughes, Airman 1st class Dane Boyle, and Airman Basic Ron Bell. There were others in the shop but I these are the principal player's in my first weekend's folly. Dane was 21, Sgt. Hughes was 27, and Ron was 19.
Tim and Dane wanted to welcome me to Alaska by taking me out on the town. It was a Thursday night and we decided to go to a couple of bars. Now, Fairbanks doesn't have much in the way of night club action and being from Chicago, Fairbanks seems more like a mid-sized town than a city to me.
Being new to the Air Force and new to Alaska and new to these people, I was a rookie to all around me. Talk about stranger in a strange land. It starts to snow in late September and doesn't stop until April. Alaskans say they have four seasons during the year; early winter, mid winter, late winter and next winter. This was the first thing I needed to get used to.
Tim was driving his wife's new car, Dane was riding shotgun, I was behind Dane and Ron was to my left. Yes, Ron decided to join us. Don't ask me how, but it seemed like Ron had no trouble getting into bars and getting drinks at his age, and I didn't ask questions.
As the night progressed, we hit a couple of bars, had a few drinks except for me. I wasn't much of a drinker so I was watching the other three booze it up while I sat bored out of my mind and was wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had a lot of second thoughts after I joined the Air Force. I felt that I made a big mistake. I didn't take to military life very well and to top it off, I was stuck in Alaska for a three year tour of duty.
By evening's end, we found ourselves at a gentleman's club and I was watching the fully nude strippers thinking, oh nice, show me more of what I can't have. Dane looked at me and said "Robert, are you O.K.?" I thought he was being concerned that I wasn't having a good time. I said "Yea, I'm good." Dane replied, "No, I mean, are you O.K. to drive, I've had WAY too much to drink." I looked at him and said, "Yes, but I have no idea where anything is and don't know the way home, plus it's snowing heavily out there." Tim said, "No it's O.K. I'll drive." Now understand, Tim, Dane and Ron are all drunk. I am out in a strange town with three drunk people I just met and I am about to be a passenger in a car in a snowstorm.
To be continued...
The Late Mitch Hedberg
One of my favorites comedians is the late Mitch Hedberg. He had an unusual style of humor but he always made me laugh at his observations. The following are quotes from some of his routines. Enjoy.
"I was in a casino, minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, 'You're gonna have to move. You're blocking a fire exit.' As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit. Unless you're a table."
"An escalator can never break; it can only become stairs. You would never see an 'Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order' sign, just 'Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.'"
"Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. 'Damn it, Otto, you're an alcoholic.' 'Damn it, Otto, you have lupus.' One of those two doesn't sound right."
"I'm sick of chasing my dreams man, I'm just gonna ask them where they're going and hook up with them later.
"I was in a casino, minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, 'You're gonna have to move. You're blocking a fire exit.' As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit. Unless you're a table."
"An escalator can never break; it can only become stairs. You would never see an 'Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order' sign, just 'Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.'"
"Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. 'Damn it, Otto, you're an alcoholic.' 'Damn it, Otto, you have lupus.' One of those two doesn't sound right."
"I'm sick of chasing my dreams man, I'm just gonna ask them where they're going and hook up with them later.
The Gold Box
The Gold Box.
A young man learns
what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence
in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked..
"The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered
a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time
to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way,
Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone I sent this to " Thanks for your time".
A young man learns
what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence
in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked..
"The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered
a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time
to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way,
Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone I sent this to " Thanks for your time".
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