The echo of tomorrow cannot be derailed
It won’t shut up
Or give up
It grows stronger with each passing day.
It grows with our conviction to leave this world a better place.
The echo of tomorrow cannot be derailed
It won’t shut up
Or give up
It grows stronger with each passing day.
It grows with our conviction to leave this world a better place.
Daddy why are there so many stars in the sky?
So, they can light our way at night.
Yes, but what are they?
They are our loved ones who were, but no longer are with us.
Oh, like grandma and our dog Dino?
Yes, like grandma and Dino.
Daddy will you become a star in the sky someday?
Yes, and I will light your path for the rest of your days.
A man more or less her mother’s age in his early 30’s slowly made his way out the door in a wheel chair. The little girl’s eyes and mouth was wide open. Her mother in a very stern voice said, “Violet! Come here! We are going to be late!” As she walked toward her daughter she caught a quick glimpse at the very attractive man sitting in his wheel chair in a three-piece pinstripe suit. The man had the most alluring green eyes she had ever seen. She wasn’t sure if she liked his eyes or his salt and pepper grey hair more. She clumsily tried to apologize to the man, but it was apparent he was accustomed to women gawking at him. He expressed very little interest in her apology or in her. “I’m sorry. My daughter tends to be imprudent at times. I’m your next-door neighbor Anne, and you already met my daughter Violet.” The man gave her a polite smile and said, “It’s fine.”
Violet immediately caught-on to the fact that the man had not introduce himself. She timidly asked him, “What is your name?” The man gave Violet a peering icy stern look and said, “Mark.” Violet quickly followed-up her initial question with, “Do you live alone?” Mark said “No”, but his body language clearly indicated Violet’s line of questions were making him feel uncomfortable; he quickly maneuvered his wheelchair around Violet to indicate pleasantries were over, and he wanted to move on with his day. Anne immediately caught on to Mark’s reaction and squeezed her daughter’s arm. Anne promptly said, “Sorry, Violet has the tendency of asking imprudent questions.” And right before she could utter another word Mark wheel chaired himself out of hearing range.
“Ouch!” “Stop squeezing my arm.” Violet protested. “Then stop asking so many questions. You are embarrassing me. Now, come on we are both going to be late!” she said as she gaped at Violet. “OK. But stop being mean to me!” Violet said as she scowled at her mom. “Mean to you? Oh, moon pie, you haven’t seen mean yet!” Anne said to Violet as she tried to tug away from her mom. Violet dropped her lunch box on the floor while moving away from her mom, and as she picked up her lunch box from the floor she noticed that the man in the wheelchair had dropped a pen. She picked up the pen and starred at it attentively. It was a shiny black fountain pen with the letters M.S.P. engraved on it. She thought the M is for Mark and she remembered seeing his last name Pratt on his mailbox downstairs in the mail-room, but what she did not know— what did the S stand for? “Hmmmm…” She said. Her mother looked at Violet and said “What’s that? “A pen.” Violet said. Her mother rolled her eyes at Violet, “Yes, smarty pants that I know. What I meant to say is where did you get it?”
“It was on the floor. I guess the man dropped it.” Violet said to her mother. “Give it to me Violet. It looks expensive we have to return it.” Violet shrugged her shoulders and said, “OK” and handed the pen to her mother as they walked toward the elevator.
Violet was completely bewildered. Nothing made sense to her. So far, she knew the door squeaked like clockwork every day at 4 a.m. since Mark moved in to the building. He was in a wheelchair. He said he didn’t live alone, and she saw a fishing hook and squid residue on his apartment doormat. This was completely bizarre. Most importantly who lived with him? Maybe it was this person who got up at 4 a.m. every morning, but who was it? Violet shook her head and thought, “This will have to wait until after school.” Her mother dropped off Violet at her school. She gave Violet a big fat kiss, and said, “I love you moon pie. From here to infinity.” Violet smiled and gave her mother a big hug. She got out of the car and waved good bye to her mom.
Violet felt bored at school. She couldn’t wait to get back home to continue investigating what was going on with her neighbor at four in the morning. Violet’s nanny picked her up from school, and as they walked into Skylark building elevator she saw Mark entering the lobby. Violet said in a very loud voice, “Mister Mark! I have your pen, as the elevator doors closed.” Mark did not seem pleased at all with Violet’s outburst. Once upstairs Dana asked Violet who was the man. Violet explained to Dana what had happened earlier that morning with her new neighbor. Violet’s mom arrived four hours later and asked Dana if Violet had done her homework. Dana said yes. “Violet has been awesome today, but a bit distracted. She appears to be in deep thought.” Anne knocked on Violet’s bedroom door and popped her head in and said, “Hey, moon pie. How was your day? Everything alright?” Violet nodded and said, “Yes, mom. Nothing out of the ordinary. You need to stop worrying about me I am seven years old now.” Anne rolled her eyes, “OK. OK. I’m just checking in.” Violet laughed at the fact that her mom was rolling her eyes at her, and said, “Mom, Mister Mark is home. Can we go to his apartment to give back his pen?” Anne looked at Violet puzzled and said, “Ah, Sure.”
Anne and Violet knocked on Mark’s door; they could hear two people talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Someone walk toward the door and opened it. The door squeaked as it was being opened. A woman in her mid-50’s with a very athletic body build opened the door. She said, “Yes, how may I help you?” Anne quickly said, “Oh, yes, is Mark around? He dropped his pen earlier today, and we wanted to return it to him.” The woman stretched out her hand to grab the pen and brusquely said, “Oh, thank you I’ll make sure he gets it.” “OK. Thanks” Anne said as the woman closed the door in her face. Violet looked at her mother and said in a very loud voice. “How rude!” “Shhh… Violet.” She can hear you!”
Violet and her mother returned to their apartment and watched television for a little while before going to bed. Violet yawned and said, “I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed.”Her mom nodded as Violet walked to her room. She fell asleep quickly, but once again, at 4 a.m. she heard her neighbor’s door squeak, but this time she was ready. She jumped out of bed and headed to her front door. She slowly opened it and walked down the hallway. Mark’s door was slightly open. Violet slowly opened the door and saw Mark opening a book. The book immediately flew up into the air and instantly created a yellow golden light that looked like a portal of some kind. What was even more crazy she saw Mark get up from the wheelchair and step into the portal. Violet gasped. Mark quickly turned around when he heard the noise and saw Violet starring at him.She suddenly felt a chill go down her spine while starring at Mark as he walked into this big bright glowing yellow light. What was going on?
I say good bye,
But what I need to hear is— I’ll miss you.
I say I don’t care, but all I want is you.
I express indifference to hide my shyness,
But secretly I wish you could hear my heart.
Are we at the beginning?
Or at the end?
All that comes to mind is —Insidious.
The little red head girl tosses and turns in her bed as she hears her next-door neighbor’s door squeaking again. She sighs and takes a quick glance at her clock which reads 4a.m. She notices that once again like clockwork her next-door neighbor’s door squeaks at the same time. She suddenly becomes curious, but also scared as to the reason behind the noise.
Night after night like clockwork she hears her next-door neighbor’s door squeak. She wonders what he or she is doing at that hour. She wasn’t sure who lived next door to her and her mother. She was frightened of the eerie sound, but her curiosity was peaking. The little girl for a split second considered waking up her mother to tell her what she had heard, but her mother was resting so peacefully she decided to let her be, besides what would she tell her? The next-door neighbor’s door is squeaking?
No, no, she could not wake her mother up with such nonsense. After all what did she really hear? So, she decided to go back to sleep. The next morning, she woke-up bright and early to try to catch a glimpse of her next-door neighbor, but she had no luck. The little girl was frustrated, but intrigued even more with each passing minute. Maybe it was her mother’s childhood Nancy Drew books that she was reading that was making her curious; who knows, but what was certain is that she was on a mission to unveil the 4 a.m. mystery.
During breakfast the little girl asked her mother who lived next-door. Her mother told her she did not know who moved into the apartment next door. The sweet curios little red head girl pouted and looked disappointed. The mother noticed her daughter’s disappointment and asked her why the question. The little girl shrugged her shoulders and said, “No reason. We know so little about our neighbors.” Her mother kissed her forehead, and said “Sometimes it’s best.” The little girl did not look too satisfied with her mom’s response. She wanted answers, and she was not going to stop until she unveiled the 4 a.m. mystery.
After breakfast both the mother and daughter rushed out the door. The mother opened their apartment door and said, “Come on, you are going to be late for school.” and as they walked briskly down the hallway the little girl took a quick glance at her neighbor’s door. She immediately noticed a small fishing hook and what appeared to be squid residue on her neighbor’s doormat. She thought…“Fishing? No, way…” Somehow she did not think this was possible. Fishing every day at 4 a.m.? They lived nowhere near open waters. This intrigued her even more. She took another quick glance at the door, as her mother called out to her, “Come on, come on, we are running late moon pie.”
She squealed and said, “Alright, Alright,” and started hopping toward her mother. She rolled her eyes at her mother while putting on her Finding Dory backpack, and just as she finished putting it on— she heard her neighbor open the door. The little girl slowly turned around and stopped dead in her tracks…
Today as I was running, I started to have random thoughts that came in and out of my head. One of them being why are we so headstrong about trying to prove ourselves right? We don’t listen enough. We cut people off when they are talking to make sure we make our point. This is sad, because what we are saying is my point is more important than yours.
It’s sad, because this type of behavior suggest you are trying to prove your point rather than finding a common ground to solve an issue. At one point in time I heard someone say the more intelligent you are the more opinions you will have and want to express. See, I find a flaw with this reasoning. Who says you will not be as intelligent once someone finishes their thought? Quite the contrary in my opinion.
When we let other people talk and express themselves without interrupting we are actually forcing ourselves to listen. This can only be beneficial for us when speaking to other people. When we listen without interrupting we are truly trying to find a common ground, and only then can we start to look for solutions. I believe most leaders good or bad have one thing in common– they know how to listen. I wonder why can’t most people do this? What triggers people to interrupt? I really don’t believe that by interrupting people’s train of thought it will make you look smarter or help you accomplish anything. So, why do we do it? Some might say, we are emotional, but I think this is just an excuse. So, why are some people rude? This is the eternal question…
Children believe in Easter bunnies, Rainbows, and Stars that light their path toward a pot of Gold. Their creativity helps them imagine a beautiful world where anything is possible. This same child like behavior is what motivates and inspires writers, innovators, and dreamers to accomplish great things in this world.
I often wonder how much more we could accomplish if we maintained this same child like behavior in our lives. As adults we often fall victim to daily routines and busy schedules. We seldom stop to imagine what a better world would look like, or stop to smell a beautiful flower that can trigger a creative outcome.
Today’s blog post is short and sweet; its main objective is to inspire dreamers and innovators to chase that pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow, as well as, to motivate dreamers to follow their shining star.
Keep dreaming, Keep working, Keep searching for that shining star in the sky that will light your path in your life. After all, what is life without a little imagination?
Not too long ago I was asked, “How can you believe in something you can’t see?” And the answer is simple..
Faith is like Wi-Fi. You can’t see it, but it’s there. You don’t know how it works, but when you need to turn on your computer to connect to the internet it’s there and it works! It’s the same thing with God. We don’t know how God works his miracles, nor do we need to know. The only thing that matters is that we are protected by him, and when we need him—he is there.
Now, if you want to argue the science behind Wi-Fi, and how it works go ahead. We can go around, and around as to where the waves come from. etc., But the truth of the matter is faith is like Wi-Fi. You can’t touch it, you can’t see it, but it’s there!
Stay in faith. If you believe anything is possible then it’s possible. Keep prophesying words of victory over your life. “I am the head and not the tail. I’m strong, I’m blessed, I’m beautiful, I am a lender not a borrower.” We tend to forget our words have power, and they activate the spiritual realm. God is not a liar, if you stay in faith and believe in his word he promises to provide for you. He will open doors for you to walk in and be successful. You are not alone. This you can take to the bank! 😉
I have to say one of the wittiest writers in my opinion was Oscar Wilde. Oh, How he loved to make fun of society and hypocrisy, that said, Wilde also had a very sensitive side seen in his poetry. One of my favorite poems is “Symphony in Yellow.” His intense description of life through colors and movements in the poem is beautiful. His writing enthralls the reader to become part of the poem. One might think the poem would make reference to music in its stanzas, but it doesn’t. Now, what it does do is use key words to set the movement of its vivid aesthetic description of the speeds and colors of the things that might be seen around the Thames River, which might hint at the reason why Wilde titled the poem Symphony in Yellow.
Symphony in Yellow
By: Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
It’s funny. Today I was thinking about unlikely friendships. The first one that came to mind was the one between Mark Twain and Nikola Telsa. Yep! They were friends. Mark Twain besides being a prolific writer was also an entrepreneur, an innovator and passionate about technology. Science fascinated Mark Twain. He developed a close and lasting friendship with Telsa.
Who would have thought the writer and the eccentric Telsa would have been such good friends, but apparently they were close friends. In fact, Twain spent a lot of time at Telsa’s laboratory. Twain even had a few patents, and invested some money in inventions that were not too successful. Twain lost a substantial amount of money on the paige typesetting machine. He invested approximately $300,000 (equal to $8,000,000 in inflation-adjusted in today’s terms.) He almost went bankrupt, but fortunately for Twain he was one of the best writers of his time! So, he was able to bounce back.
This got me thinking. It’s great to have dreams to be the best in your discipline, but it’s important to be curious about life, and to surround yourself with all types of people. Mark Twain did not only surround himself by fellow writers he surrounded himself with innovators, scientists, and thinkers. One interesting fact I found out not too long ago is that Mark Twain next-door neighbor was Harriet Beecher Stowe. Talk about top grade neighborhood! True she was a fellow writer, but she was an abolitionist and a progressive thinker for her time. I find it fascinating that his close friend was Nikola Telsa and his next-door neighbor was Harriet Beecher Stowe, and on any given day you probably could have seen them show up at Twain’s house to have tea, or whatever it was they drank at Twain’s house.
So, where am I going with this? Well, the most profound thinkers and writers that have ever walked this earth were extremely diverse and curious about life. This is what made them overachievers and better writers. The need and desire to discover new ways to make the world a better place. Although, having said that… I wonder how close of a friend Twain was with Telsa? In 1909 Thomas Edison visited Twain at his Redding home and filmed Twain. It is said this is the only existing film footage of Mark Twain.
Hmmmm… interesting. Thomas Edison, Nikola Telsa and Mark Twain friendly as can be. Boy, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall! Interesting, interesting, interesting. My favorite Mark Twain quote I think sums up the importance of being curious about life in order to excel in everything that you do.