Not seeking, but finding things anyway.

In one week, I came across several items from my life long ago.  They weren’t being sought, I just found them.

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Sometimes when you look back at things with a fresh pair of eyes, you have to wonder about yourself.

There was a scathing e-mail I found sent to one of the executives I work with (yes, I still have to work with this person).  It wasn’t very long, but I did not hold back.  I ripped that clown to shreds and I carbon copied my then boss and human resources.  Holy sh*t.  When I read and re-read the e-mail, even with all the detail, I didn’t remember the incident at all — not one thing.  Sure, it was about 8 or 9 years ago, but you would think I’d remember the incident that brought Fire and Brimstone and Hell Hath No Fury Like A Pint Sizer.  I drew a complete blank.  I’m surprised I wasn’t fired.

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Not only does something show your age, but how outdated your life may be.

I also found the job posting (for the company where I still work to this day), a copy of the resume I used when I applied, my cover letter, the internal announcement to all staff when I was hired and a few other related items.  Things were so much simpler then.  As I struggle through another job search today over a dozen years later, wow, how times have changed.  The recruiter I used has since retired.  The website where the job was posted no longer exists.  (Do people even get responses when applying online any more?)  What really caught my attention were the papers.  They were faded, a bit warped and yellow.  Kind of like my life right now.

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Talk and no action.

I’d been at a deadlock with my resume for some time, so I decided to look back at a few old files on my computer.  I found a career plan and mission statement I’d completely forgotten.  The document wasn’t that old — created about 5 years ago.  What struck me were so many of the things I wanted to change were still unchanged and my sentiments were brutally honest — very raw.  I couldn’t avoid what was in front of me: Doing nothing truly gets you nowhere.

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When it still feels like it was yesterday.

And then I found something I really wished I hadn’t found — my cousin’s obituary.  It’s been over 23 years since his sudden passing.  I was not in a good place then and I’m not a good place now.  His passing was and still is the single most devastating loss in my life.  I idolized him completely.  He was the big brother I never had — smart, funny, protective, bossy.  We were only 14 months apart.  He was everything.  And three months after I last saw him, he was gone.

Now, I’m left wondering what all this means.  I head into another week with questions and no answers.


SNAP Challenge – Day 5 | Two Words: Not Important. Why? Four Words: Sandy Hook Elementary School

Jesus, Jah, Buddha, Yahweh, Whoever: Help Us.  ‘Cause we need it.

Please, pray for all the children, parents and educators at Sandy Hook Elementary School, as well as the greater community of Newtown, Connecticut.

My SNAP Challenge is unimportant.  I ate today: breakfast, lunch and dinner–and guess what?  20 children didn’t even have the opportunity to live to have lunch.  Now, 20 parents are suffering unimaginable grief while preparing to or having to identify their children’s bodies at the morgue and discuss funeral arrangements.

Chew on that.

My SNAP Challenge is complete nonsense at this juncture.

You have kids and grandkids, you hug them like their lives depend on it and you tell them that you love them. Got it?

You don’t have kids, you hug your nieces, nephews and friends’ kids personally, or if that’s not possible because of distance, pick up the telephone, make a call to see how they’re doing.

I’m calling The Southern Branch of La Familia to check on The Mini Diva and The Guy.

I can’t pray any more than I’ve already been praying since forever during times like these.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this depraved, narcissistic, sociopathic, “Me”-centric, self-absorbed nation where when someone’s unhappy, their answer is to pull out a gun — no questions asked.

From picture-perfect America to da hood, we are losing children and adults by the thousands.

It is obvious to me that the value of a human life is pretty much zero.

There are domestic terrorists running around slaughtering people left, right and center.

20 children died today in the “perfect community” who should not have died and deserved to go home to be with their families and sleep in their beds like any other child.

And by the way, there were countless others who met unnecessary deaths this week — and today alone — also from violence.

Obviously, we aren’t saddened or angry enough.  Bottom line: We’re not mad as h*ll at occurrences like these.

You can’t keep talking about issues and problems without doing something about them. That doesn’t work — EVER.

Oh, and one more thing:  Newtown, Connecticut is less than an hour away from where I live.