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Cold-play @ Coldplay

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I am sure you have seen the fate filled night, a loving embrace and the end of a career, marriage, family as we know it. If not, it may be valuable to understanding this blog by just taking a quick peek on the web, type in “Coldplay” and I am certain you will see the heartbreaking betrayal that “everyone is buzzing about”.

What is it that drives a person to such a level of betrayal? What motivates us humans to make a solemn promise, and then break it for a moment of personal satisfaction? 

Jess and I sat at the table talking about another type of betrayal today… IGNORING, or better known as the silent treatment… The silent treatment is betrayal. It’s a form of manipulation and its distinctly different from “taking a break to gather your thoughts” … betrayal? Yes! It’s the intentional withholding of attention and acknowledgement of a human for the purpose of conforming that person to your own desires, will and intent… The cold treatment, silent treatment, cold shoulder, ignoring… This is how I am personally hurt the most deeply, most quickly and most reliably… and with my “big voice” and my “big personality” it is the most common form of rejection I experience… Now enter into my abandonment issues and it’s a perfect screen play. I have been living this drama my entire adult life… to me there is no way to hurt me more than to ignore me, it’s going deep into my trauma responses and the PTSD I live with everyday (the source of my Fibro).

Betrayal, Abandonment, Rejection, Exclusion… remember the kid that got picked last for the neighborhood football game? That kid was me… that kid was the kid whose father had never played ball with him, never brought him to a game, never bought him a football, basketball or a baseball… that kid that was me. I was only taught how to work, how to build a patio, building a terrace garden, Veggie-gardening, digging holes for fence posts. Being yelled at was pretty much the only attention I received from my father… I never got to see how to treat a wife, a child, a brother or how to be treated by a mother, I’m not looking for “OHH POOR CHARLIE” I’m simply saying that getting picked last, every time, for sports taught me to hate sports. It was just more rejection.

 So I raised myself, I grew up basically feral, like many kids in Gen X, our parents had little or no time to teach us what their parents taught them. So we found substitutes, we found music, MTV, Walkman and parachute pants with a rat tail…. I hid from life, from my brother, from my sister and most certainly from the man I called dad… I know what rejection is, how it plays out and how easy it is to give it right back.

I am at a different point in my life now, one of patience, calmness and understanding, I am pretty sure I am a bit more “grown up” now but as I am now closer to 60 than 50 and my body hurts, my mind is foggy and life is forcing me into an easy chair. I fight to maintain my autonomy. I fight like millions before me to stay young, agile, alert and useful. I watch quietly as the generation before me ages out of this world and begins the geriatric journey to meet our maker.

As I enter the age of strokes, heart failure, broken hips and saying goodbye to those I have known my who life, I pause for a moment and recognize an old man unable to stand as the song he once belted out is performed by others and all Randy Travis can sing is the last word “AMEN”.

I watch Ozzy as he ascends from below the stage and is wheeled into position and the chair is locked into place. He grabs the microphone and is able to bellow in a voice that was once powerful for other reasons “MOMMA, I’M COMING HOME”.  I grew up watching Ozzy perform all his crazy stunts, I saw Ozzy and I understood Ozzy, he performed songs that I could relate to, and now I can relate to this song, differently than ever before. Funny thing this life is, funny thing.

So back to the Coldplay concert, I see this performance by a man and woman. I see and feel the hurt they caused. Those who are left to struggle with this betrayal… Betrayal that can never be undone. It’s taken years for me to deal with the betrayal I felt on a crisp September morning.  Today, It plays back in my head and I remember the betrayal I felt. I remember the pain of being the last kid picked for the neighborhood games. I remember striving to “fit in”. I think of our son Sam, as he too struggled to be accepted by his peers. I see those at Sam’s Place that struggle… This life is definitely a “hard knock life” . But if we start to give back, rather than always looking for ways to get more, we seem to do better, find more joy and most importantly, we don’t hurt the ones who love us most. 

Betrayal isn’t about self fulfillment and joy, it’s about stealing that joy and destroying it, for what? A moment? A week? Two years of sneaking around? Destroying the life of a child, a spouse, a friend… I have learned so much and I feel like the more I learn, the more I need to learn. But there is one thing I can share, I have learned the hard way… be good to the ones you have today, because life without them in the future is only a memory of what you had and lost. 

Momma, I’m coming home, one day, I will see you again, say hello to my sister, father and grands, aunts and uncles, friends and neighbors.  I’m not sure who is waiting to be reunited with me, but it will be good to see them again. 

As for the rumors and such surrounding “Cold play” I’ve laughed at many of the memes, reels and references, it’s ok to laugh, but in reality, I find it hard to not feel the pain this betrayal has caused. 

Sing a new song to the Lord my friend, C.

Is Youth wasted on the young?

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The years pass by like a tornado, and the days pass by like winter changing to summer,  inside my brain, time shifts and blurs, as if the clock master is playing a game.

I heard a commentator referring to generation Z as having figured out the wisdom in making good life choices… referring to:

  • Drinking alcohol is at an all time low
  • As many as ⅓ of Gen Z not drinking at all
  • Teen pregnancy is way down
  • Food choices are far more healthy
  • Overeating is way down in this generation

The list goes on… is this generation displaying great insight and extraordinary wisdom? 

I was at a customer’s house this week, he is older than I am and has been caring for his wife for years as her memory slips away, I watched as he too is starting his own new struggles in life and things become harder to accomplish, harder to process and harder to just live the day to day stuff… does this man have extraordinary wisdom and insight?

One of our boys came to visit this weekend. I watched as he poured all his strength into turning a nut off the ball hitch protruding from his truck, a strong man, a man who became a dedicated father and devoted husband. I saw strength, I saw courage, I saw motivation, self sacrifice and a willingness to provide for his family at all costs, even to the point of giving his own life to make his family strong.

I saw myself, or should I say, I saw who I was.

Today I looked and saw a man in the mirror I no longer recognize, he has gray in his beard and shiny spots on his head that was once covered with hair that resembled Eddy VanHalen.

I saw a man with fibromyalgia, a condition brought on by years of trauma and survival. I saw a man in the mirror that used to jump and run but now he creaks and cracks. I saw a man that pulled himself up from the floor after retrieving a pen but once pulled engines with only a rope and good balance. I saw years, I saw tears, I saw pain… I saw joy.

Yesterday we had our family devotion time, via ZOOM , we talked about judgement, mercy and grace. In retrospect, we talked about generations. How can generations be so different and still have the same struggles as when time began? Youthful bliss, family dedication, desperate departures, sunsets loneliness… no escaping the seasons of change, but so much difference from generation to generation. The same but different… I remember back to my Friendship church days when our director of the Christmas play would remind us to “Always maintain a ridgid state of flexibility” (wise words Criss) That statement carries the words of truth to all corners of the earth and yet this falls on deaf ears as every generations strives to make its own unique and indelible mark on the pages of history. 

Back to Gen Z, a unique generation and definitely a generation of indelible markings… making wise choices? Thriving? Or surviving? What an interesting and honest observation of better choices or maybe it’s actually a deep moaning cry? The deepest guttural utterances… could it actually be the lack of human interactions? Back when I drank, it was mostly to gain a social advantage and starting point of relationships. How about lowered teen pregnancy? Is it because fewer people flirt and date anymore? Not enjoying a meal together could be why overeating is less prominent? Is this thriving? Surviving? Or is this not even living? All great questions, I claim no great insight, I claim no words that can answer these questions… I am simply asking…

Back to my customer, for a moment. This older man is young, in his heart, he knows what to do and how to do it. He has a vast array of tools and equipment at his fingertips, but he is no longer capable of swinging from tree to tree like he did as a young Tarzan.

In my mind?… I am still that youthful fool that went to the bar on a Friday night with a full bank account, only to arrive the very next day with only 2 nickels left for gas that week… If only I could have my youth filled days back, if I knew the pain I would endure now, I would have certainly been wiser, or would I? 

Yes my sons, youth is truly wasted on the young, so today I challenge you to be wise with your youth, learn from the countless fools that go before you, learn from those that have been on your path, we may be an “old fuddy duddy” in your eyes, but there is a day that is only a few minutes away that you too shall look into the mirror and see a stranger staring back at you. An old “fuddy duddy” with gray in his beard, shiny spots on his head and a pain in every joint that now cracks and creaks with every movement. 

Blessings on my customer, a dear friend of mine, a mentor, a good man that has new struggles in this chapter of life, God knows your challenges as well as mine and he is always ready to take our burdens, as long as we don’t refuse His help.

The youth I had was never truly wasted until I saw the man in the mirror that missed out on relationships that should have been. Charlie.

Sign-us or sinus

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This week started well and ended in a trip to the doctor.

Finally I am the center of attention!

Jess has her broken wrist, Al had his Pneumonia and finally I get to have a major sinus infection…

When I get a sinus infection it’s not just a headache, it’s not just an aversion to light, it’s not just a runny nose… nope, for me a sinus infection is laying there moaning in pain, covering my eyes with two layers of towels to block all light from entering my eyes, its a nose so raw that I start to think I have no more skin left to dab at… 

Maybe I am just a big baby?

Lets measure my pain tolerance?

When Al smashed my ring finger with an eight pound maul, I did lay down and hold my hand exclaiming great pain but never swore or shed a tear, so maybe that’s just coincidence… 

When I got a sliver that went in one side of my finger and out the other, passing by the bone which deflected the trajectory of the sliver. I looked, I saw and I said “ wow, that’s a big one!”

Or perhaps the proof of me being a big baby is when I got carpal tunnel surgery on both hands and orthoscopic surgery on my knee, on the same day so my recovery time would overlap. But a week later I was in the BWCAW, and got covid…still had a decent time.

Ya, I’m a whiner I guess. But I sure don’t remember the  “sign-up for sinus”

I was doing the math today and calculating how much time I’ve been set back because of my shifting responsibilities as a caregiver and now? I’ve lost four days to a sinus infection, and that’s not even the time it takes to catch up. did you know my pigs don’t give an OINK about how I feel, I still need water and feed them every day. Do you also know the chicks don’t give a cluck about my responsibilities elsewhere, they still need clean water and lots of grains… Minus 20F simply adds to the challenges, I don’t get to “wait until its warmer out” I just dress like I live in Siberia and fill the water, break the ice and wrestle with doors that are frozen shut… it’s all part of the beauty of our life. 

All this to say “I wouldn’t trade this life for any other”. I am blessed and I am tired. My life is full and not boring. We are serving and finding value. Life is most complete when you have someone that depends on you, for something. Finding value in serving others is one of the greatest gifts God gives us. I don’t regret how little time I have to do “nothing”, because the fact is, I have plenty of time to do what I like to do. Life will continue to wane on, and I will become less able to provide, and serve others, perhaps I can fish more, visit more and talk to those in need, even if it’s  just a little bit more, each day. 

A sinus infection may slow me down for a season, and give me time to think about things I would normally not give a single “OINK” about. 

A broken wrist may help me appreciate the laundry chores that I normally take for granted, or finding satisfaction in cleaning the stove.

Pneumonia may give me a new appreciation and perspective for caregiving.

But God is the one that gives purpose, value and worth to life at every level. 

Find someone today that needs a little attention, a little help, a little care, be someone like Jesus today to someone that needs a bit of Jesus’ love. 

Enjoying the melting but missing the snowshoeing, Charlie