As the cliche’ goes, Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
Fear, lack of confidence and low self-esteem tends to make us jump to conclusions. If what we are facing is near to our hearts, we have a tendency to expect the worst…Sound familiar? We miss so much, including opportunities to change, when we get to the end from the middle. We forget our focus and the goal when we poise ourselves for failure.
I read that the ancient Africans knew that no matter what was going to happen, it would not happen until it happened. Therefore, they were prepared for all possibilities, the good and the bad. More and more I am trying not to jump to conclusions, as I now realize that I could be wrong.
Hey fellow passengers let’s try not to pull out in the middle that is a total waste of time. Keep your faith, trust and stay focused, put your best foot out anyway. The ancient ones had faith and trusted, knowing the end is only a reflection of the beginning.
You know what…think about this, how many marriages could be saved if this principle were applied?
And guess what? If you are on the Train, reading this now, …The end is not here yet.
Ever had a song(s) that you knew the story, you knew how you would write and direct the video?Â I don’t just listen to songs, I see them and in some cases I have lived them.Â Well, if you rode the train long enough you know I can be a little out there, so indulge me…I love music…all kinds of music.Â I thank God for music.
Some songs provide comfort, some bring back pain, some joy and pain.Â The following is one of my favorites, but at times I can’t (LOL!!!) listen to it.
I think the director did a good job at casting his interpretation (editing against the movie) of this song.Â I wish I could direct a 2008 urban version of this song.Â Â …ok, back to life, back to reality…
Grab a cup of your favorite beverage, take a break…and listen to the “Mandolin Rain…”
Oh the places you will go this week!Â Read on…one of my favorites by the good Doc…Dr. Suess!Â I hope you get it…go places this week!
Oh! The Places Youâ€™ll Go!
by the incomparable Dr. Seuss
Today is your day.
Youâ€™re off to Great Places!
Youâ€™re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
Youâ€™re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy whoâ€™ll decide where to go.
Youâ€™ll look up and down streets. Lookâ€™em over with care. About some you will say, â€œI donâ€™t choose to go there.â€ With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, youâ€™re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any youâ€™ll want to go down. In that case, of course, youâ€™ll head straight out of town. Itâ€™s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, donâ€™t worry. Donâ€™t stew. Just go right along. Youâ€™ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places Youâ€™ll Go!
Youâ€™ll be on your way up!
Youâ€™ll be seeing great sights!
Youâ€™ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You wonâ€™t lag behind, because youâ€™ll have the speed. Youâ€™ll pass the whole gang and youâ€™ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, youâ€™ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you donâ€™t.
Because, sometimes, you wonâ€™t.
Iâ€™m sorry to say so but, sadly, itâ€™s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. Youâ€™ll be left in a Lurch.
Youâ€™ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that youâ€™ll be in a Slump.
And when youâ€™re in a Slump, youâ€™re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly theyâ€™re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or rightâ€¦or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple itâ€™s not, Iâ€™m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that youâ€™ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Placeâ€¦for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! Thatâ€™s not for you!
Somehow youâ€™ll escape all that waiting and staying. Youâ€™ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more youâ€™ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because youâ€™re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places youâ€™ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! Youâ€™ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they donâ€™t. Because, sometimes, they wonâ€™t.
Iâ€™m afraid that some times youâ€™ll play lonely games too. Games you canâ€™t win â€˜cause youâ€™ll play against you.
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something youâ€™ll be quite a lot.
And when youâ€™re alone, thereâ€™s a very good chance youâ€™ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you wonâ€™t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know youâ€™ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
Youâ€™ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. Youâ€™ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Lifeâ€™s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and Â¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, youâ€™ll move mountains!
Soâ€¦be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen Oâ€™Shea, youâ€™re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
Soâ€¦get on your way!
A baby is a gift of life
Born of the wonder of love,
A little bit of eternity
Sent from the Lord above,
Giving a new dimension
To the love between husband and wife
And putting an added new meaning
To the wonder and mystery of life.
God Bless you my little great nephew, may you grow to be as cool as your father.Â Â …Uncle Charles
Take your shoes off…Take my hand, take 3 deep breaths…Don’t be afraid as we step off the cliff…I got you.Â …make sure you stay for the whole [flight] ride.Â The weekend is almost here…Take a 4 minute vacation with me…Chuckie
Well, A Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they Called ‘Yam.’ Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going outÂ And Getting half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, and get a bad Name for herself like ‘Hot Potato,’ and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots
Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and Make a rotten potato out of her! But on the other hand she wouldn’t stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring Cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. And Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the Greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out West, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn’t get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other Side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, ‘Frito Lay.’ Mr. And Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho (University) so that when she graduated she’d really be in the Chips.
But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw. Tom Brokaw! Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn’t possibly Marry Tom Brokaw because he’s just…….
Are you ready for this?Â Are you sure?Â Â Â Â Â Â Â OK! Here it is!Â Â Â Â Â Â Â HE IS JUST Aâ€¦
The one thing that I struggle with each day as I blog is that I try to stay middle of the road.Â I desperately try to avoid certain lightening rod subjects opting to try to keep this placeÂ [The LiFeTrain] a safe haven for you my fellow passengers.Â I figure between the divide of CNN and Fox News you can get all the left[side] and right [side] you need.
I especially try to remain quiet on my political views [here] but I do have to say this.Â President Obama is our President.Â Whether you like or dislike him, he needs our prayers, in the name of Jesus, for wisdom, discernment and strength to lead this country, this great country God has blessed us with.Â And remember, read your Bible, it is God in his infinite wisdom who determines power and might, for whatever reason that may not be clearly reveled to us.Â So…pray for our PRESIDENT.
I viewed the following and had a chuckle and then an epiphany.Â Praise God in Heaven, the Father of the son who is the Savior, that we live inÂ a country where any stupid [deleted] can say just about anything (freedom of speech) and walk on down to McDonald’s and order a number 5, without fear of being beheaded!
So, as a reminder today at noon please join me in prayer…and please pray for “our” President, Barak Obama.Â And just so you know, if our president was BoBo the clown from Mars, I would still call for prayer that he be Christ lead…