Gossip!

Sitting on  the couch with a week off of school… mhhhm what to do?

Being a fifth year senior and set to graduate this coming December, I did what anyone in my position would do… watch TV.

While channel surfing it became apparent to me that nothing worth my time was on TV, but somehow I was sucked into watching celebrity news.  It is so easy to get caught up in the world that is Hollywood.  But as time went on and I slowly started getting back to reality, I came to the conclusion that this entertainment I was watching was crap.

What relevance does Lindsay Lohan going to jail for the umpteenth time have for me, none.  Who cares, but people really do care.  Not only do they care, but people are obsessed with celebrities and their life styles, even going as far as to live how they live, or to act, walk and talk as they do.  To me I just don’t get it.  In a world today with the economy slowly regressing, natural disasters, violence, elections, war and many other hot issues that serve some relevance to our society, people of all ages seem to want to watch the fashion police, or the E! Channel to get the latest gossip on relationships and hook ups.

Don’t get me wrong I do indulge myself with some viewing pleasure once in a while, it is tough not to, but in what good are these programs doing.  It is not news, nor should it be considered news worthy, but yet it is still broadcast to see.  I just feel it gives a bad perception on how people should live their lives, being entrapped by celebrity gossip.  I wish the main focus would be on the economy, jobs, and security.

What I am trying to get at is that for a break, or a breather from politics, violence and policies, this type of celebrity news might be a good fit.  However, to have several stations and shows dedicated to this gossip, I do not necessarily agree with.  Let’s focus on more potent and relevant news that may affect our nation and world than Paris Hilton’s sobriety.

Fight, Perseverance, and some help from Mother Nature

“We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.”

Albert Einstein

The truth can be harsh, and in the case of Mrs. Kelly and Dr. Ducker this proves relevant.  Mrs. Kelly was plagued with an unforgiving disease at birth and for 57 years as a child, mother, and a wife she struggled through pain that has left her body tangled, abused and battered.  She had had enough of her life taken from her through her pain in the back of her skull and it was her decision to put her life in the hands of Dr. Ducker’s medical team.

Mrs. Kelly was suffering with brain aneurysms and at the root of her problem was what she called “the monster”, something far worse than her aneurysms.  As operation may be her only source of relief,  she knew the outcome could be grim, but it was something worth fighting for.  Mrs. Kelly is fighting for life.  She had the attitude of a young adolescent, persistent, and to not be drawn down by limitations and restrictions.  She didn’t care what others advised or told her to do, she knew in her heart that this was her only option, her only chance at relief.

One and three, or a 33 percent chance of survival.  This was her diagnosis before operation.  Mrs. Kelly’s chances did not look good.  Dr. Ducker knew this but in his heart he knew that he must operate, and it was not going to be a routine procedure.

If you are looking for a happy ending or an uplifting story, than this article on Mrs. Kelly is not it.  On his plate Dr. Ducker is working with two brain aneurysms for a warm up and “the monster” for the main course.  The problem is that the aneurysms must be taken care of before “the monster” can even be tackled.

The first aneurysm is taken care of after a couple of hours of prodding, poking and clamping.  The next proves far more difficult.  When Dr. Ducker approaches the second aneurysm he comes across a catastrophic conflict.  “The monster” has spread all the way to the second aneurysm and has wrapped its vein like tentacles around it like a soldiers protecting their base.

Every time an attempt was put out at destroying this aneurysm “the monster” would send out more and more attacks.  From every angle this disease was impenetrable.  For over six and a half hours Dr. Ducker and his team worked on Mrs. Kelly trying to relieve her pain filled life, but in the end as Dr. Ducker said it was inoperable and it was time to let mother nature take her course.  That is if Mrs. Kelly survives what she has already endured on the operating table.

People often look at life like a fork in the road.  You choose to go down one road and you live with that choice.  You choose the other and the outcome will be different.  However, if this story teaches anything it is that life is not so predictable.  There is no set straight path where life will be all peaches and cream.   Mrs. Kelly could have gone down hundreds of roads in her life, but nothing would have changed the outcome in the end for her.

Just as the great Albert Einstein said, we know nothing about what mother nature has chosen for us, and for Mrs. Kelly this proves true.  She had no control of her disease and the limitations it put on her life, but she was not ready to go out without a fight.  Her chances may have been better if Mrs. Kelly’s  strong will and attitude were matched with a stronger body, but even then the outcome may not have been a happy one.

The medical team and Mrs. Kelly put up a valiant effort, but now there problem rests with mother nature.  The doctor’s may not give her a chance, but as we know mother nature and her works are not scripted.  So maybe mother nature will reveal a small percentage of that one thousandth of one percent to Mrs. Kelly and Dr. Ducker’s team.

Won’t You Be My Neighbor

As one grows up each individual seems to loose a bit of their childhood each and every year.  Whether it be because of girls, sports, or just growing up, but one man, one man has stayed true to who was as a child.  Mister Rogers is a man that is described with “saint” like qualities.  When others use anger, violence and aggression to solve matters, Mister Rogers uses love.  In the story  “Can you say…Hero” you truly learn something about Mister Rogers.  You learn that Mister Rogers just doesn’t play the part for his television program, but he actively carries out his teachings in his own life.  Each person who he encountered through the television show or in person seemed to have been effected one way or another by this iconic man.  Children flock and adults swarm to the man that helped shape them for who they are.

People truly respect and admire this man, and there is no reason not to.  Mister Rogers is not so much concerned about himself, but the well being and happiness of his audience, friends  and family.  He gushes joy and happiness wherever he is, the graveyard, his childhood home or Penn Station.  He loves so much almost to a point where one might question his sincerity.  However, Mister Rogers is truly a man of his word and truly loves and cares for everyone he encounters.  His childhood was that of a loneliness, but through himself he found happiness and joy in every breath he took.  He devoted his life to God, heaven and prayer, while also giving children a glimpse into his life.  The best way to sum up Mister Rogers was put best by Tom, he doesn’t just want to go to heaven he wants to live in it.  I believe he wants to live in heaven, but he also wants to be surrounded by you and I and that is what he tried to teach us, his audience, in a sense his puppets.

Stuck in the Web

Talk about a ride back in to the past with this story, “The American Male at 10″.  When I read this it was  as if I were reading my childhood on paper.  This story embodies every little child’s mind at the age of 10.  Children at this age can turn on switches of being goofy, and switches of being very mature for their age.  I love in this story how Collin and his friend often do act mature at sometimes, but then at the same time think for instance that girls are “no good.”  I could really relate to this story, because I in fact lived in New Jersey just like Collin.  When the story mentions the landscape and layout of his location, such as his backyard, it really brought back memories of the East Coast.  I think the way she wrote the story was very effective, it felt as if she were a child, or more so she told it from Collin’s perspective.  This story is so great, because most of us can read this story and reflect on a childhood where it was probably pretty similar.  Playing outside, going to the arcades, having dreams and your profession already planned out.  Today’s youth will not have memories such as these, most kids don’t seem to play outside as much as I once did.  I could remember my mother having to call me in because it was too dark and time to come in.  This is do to technology and just overall change, but the “American Male at the Age 10″ was refreshing to read because it allowed me to slow down in this fast paced technology based society that we live in and reflect on my growing up as a boy and remember the good old days.  This story ends with the web Collin creates, and the author getting stuck in it, well as a reader I got stuck too.

If you would like to see pictures of the east coast and parts where I grew up check out my step dads blog at www.bumblebeesteve.com

The draft can be rough in my war room

There is no form, no type, and no font that can capture the writing which proves best in my eyes.  However, who am I to say that what I may perceive as beautiful passionate writing, others may find as nothing but trash.  That is the wonderful thing about writing, everyone has an opinion and anyone can do it.  Words are stretched, nouns become verbs and stories are told through the perspective of the reader, the writer and the audience.  When entering into the world of my writing it is like entering a war ridden world with no structure, boundaries, or limitations.  When in this state, my mind just races for ideas, as if the ideas are on a conveyor belt and I grab them as they quickly speed along.  As odd as it sounds I can not think when I write.  If I am faced with a strict writing proposal than my conveyor belt of ideas slows down.  Just like other things however, in order to better my writing skills I will have to learn and adapt to what is put in front of me.

The hardest part about writing is the end results.  Drafts after drafts after drafts, and the work could always be better, at least in the eyes of the author.  It is a rewarding feeling finishing a draft that has had so many man hours put into it.  The weight has been lifted from your shoulders and you can read your work with excitement.  Unfortunately, not everything a writer puts out is as good as he or she thinks, which I have experienced many times before.  The words on the laptop screen or your piece of paper can cause you to fall in love with them, hate them, they can build you up and quickly let you down, but in the end writing can really teach us a lesson.  We may come across situations where we seem to fail at a job interview, a test, or even a date, but just like our writing, perfection isn’t poured out in one draft.   Sometimes to get where we want to go in life and in writing we have to have a couple different tries at it.

A man that helped me discover this little testament to writing is my Stepfather Steve, who is a very witty IT computer savvy guy, who to me has a very analytical brain.  Where me, I am more of a creative none numbers guy.  He taught me to always stay strong experience new and challenging things in life and he didn’t tell me this he taught me this by example.  Check out his blog

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