Sunday, July 14, 2013
Perhaps the hardest part of life is drudging through the snow;
or yanking out some thorny weeds, not knowing how they grow.
Or watching a young child turf it on their bike;
or getting your feelings hurt by the person that you like.
Perhaps the hardest part of life is when you have to make a choice,
even when you stand alone in doing what is right.
True others may abandon you and think things that will hurt,
yet the fire of sin isn't something, with which you want to flirt.
Perhaps the hardest part of life is working all day long,
or watching a friendship end, wondering what went wrong.
Or waking up at 5 am, on just three hours of sleep,
or realizing someone lied to you, causes you to weep.
Perhaps the hardest part of life is when your truly ill,
you puke and puke and cannot stop, regardless of your meal.
Or when the rain pours down in life, and never seems to stop;
and all the good you thought you'd done, turns out to be a flop.
Perhaps the hardest part of life is learning from mistakes,
or losing your favorite sunglasses, while swimming in a lake.
When life gets so hard that you can't take it anymore,
know the greatest man that ever lived, has felt those things before.
Perhaps the hardest part of life is finding faith in Christ,
living what he teaches, and knocking on His door.
But if you turn your heart to Him, much happiness awaits,
he'll strengthen up your shoulders, so you can bear more weight.
And then the hardest part of life won't be so challenging anymore,
because of Christ's Atonement, He's felt it all before.
And so it is you'll have a friend, through all of life's ups and downs;
He'll open up His loving arms, and help you get rid of frowns.
So in tough moments turn to God, and answers He'll supply,
He knows it all; He'll give you peace; and He will make you wise.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
"Everyone comes into your life for a reason. It is your decision how long they stay and what you learn from them."
Monday, April 30, 2012
- Buy a lego set and build it.
- Play with action figures or toy cars.
- Watch Saturday morning cartoons (old school 80s cartoons that is, not that cheap anime crap they play now).
- Ask my mom for permission to invite my friends over for a sleepover (even though I don't live at home).
- Order a kid's meal from a fast food restaurant.
- Build a fort.
- Sleep out on the trampoline under the stars.
- Fly a kite (Only if there is enough wind to get it off the ground).
- Go puddle jumping (Only if it rains. I do not want man made puddles to jump in Jeff).
- Eat a giant Pixi Stick.
- Go to a movie at midnight (The Avengers anyone?).
- Jump on the trampoline with a sprinkler under it.
- Go to a park and play on the slide and swings.
- Sing a song in a public bathroom that is occupied (for sanitary and privacy purposes no picture or video will be taken of this one).
- Draw on the sidewalk with chalk.
- Eat some Pop Rocks.
- Blow some bubbles.
- Roll down a hill.
- Run through a fountain (at the Gateway perhaps?).
- Play 4 player Goldeneye on old school N64 ( I can't do this one alone people!!!!)
- Play laser tag with friends (again, not gonna happen alone.)
- Drink a Squeeze It (do they even make these any more?)
- Go doorbell ditching.
- Jump rope.
- Buy a bouncy ball from the $.50 vending machine.
- Thumb wrestle people (I can't thumb wrestle myself silly).
- Read a Dr Seuss book.
- Learn how to fold a new paper airplane and fly it.
- Watch a Disney movie.
- Celebrate at Lagoon on Saturday (It's what fun is! And you are all invited!)
Sunday, January 15, 2012
As 2012 begins, I know that the World is in my hands... What I choose to do with it is up to me. I've failed to live up to my potential the last few years and that stops now. Pain will not hold me back. Anxiety will fade like the sunset. I will get in the best shape of my life. I will be more positive. I will update my blog more. I will get my MBA. I will be in relentless pursuit of things that matter. Will it have its ups and downs? I'm sure it will. But when I look back on 2012, I will most certainly achieve one thing: I will be inspired... Why? Because I choose to be!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
As the holiday season approached, Spike got excited for the opportunity to spread holiday cheer. He decided that the best gift to give others was a little piece of himself. So he put a bow on top and gave the gift of holiday cheer!
With Christmas behind him, Spike started decided that he must bring in the new year with a bang. He threw a massive party and just as the clock hit midnight, toasted in the New Year like never before! For Spike it had been a year of self discovery; a year in which he truly began to understand his heritage.
Entering into 2009, Spike was given the opportunity to interview for a position in which he would be traveling extensively. Spike decided this was a pleasant idea, and interviewed. Shortly thereafter, he began embarking on journey after journey across the U. S. of A. From coast to coast, Spike could be found taking in the rays on the beach, mingling with the locals, and celebrating his true roots. Along the way, he managed to snap a few photos.
Spike next journeyed into the land of buccaneers, taking full advantage of an opportunity to lounge in his casual wear by the pool in Tampa, Florida.
May approached and Spike knew that with the passing of another month he would fulfill another year of life. He was happy to celebrate with family and festivities.
Spike didn't have much time to recover from his birthday before it was time to celebrate again. Cinco de Mayo was an important part of his true culture, a festivity in which his descendants celebrated winning one battle during a war in which they were massacred! Spike dressed for his annual Mexican dance, ate frijoles and arroz, smiled and was happy!
Spike needed some exercise to burn off some of the festivities from May. It wasn't long before he decided to take a trip to Zion's National Park in Southern Utah. Hanging freely over a drop of a couple thousand feet was quite the invigorating experience. Taking a dip in the river was most refreshing after a long, hot day on the red rocks.
Another vigorous month of working travels followed, and Spike, under orders from those in charge, decided he best find a balance between work and life in alternate destinations. While doing a second week in Tampa, Spike managed to find an amazing beach across from Crabby Joe's where he sampled the local fare and caught sweet rays on the white sands of Clearwater beach.
The travel circuit continued, next taking Spike to the lush environments of the Midwest. Minnesota was up, and Don'cha know, Spike had an amazing trek through the spectacularly large MOA (Mall of America)! In the process he even even learned a new word, UFFDA!
Wrapping up this month's circuit, Spike looked to get cultured. He got a little of that when he visited Old Paris, uh hum.... That is, the Paris in Las Vegas.
Spike has had a most excellent adventure during this year's travels. With the future lies uncertainty, but one thing he can be sure of, is wherever goes his master, there he will be also!
Friday, January 23, 2009
The butt crack of dawn struck Tuesday morning, and I was up finalizing my suitcase. I got to the airport around 7:50, and realized very quickly that this trip was going to be eventful when I saw the cow herding method of boarding the plane that Southwest uses. The flight there was only half full, and was just a hair longer than 2 hours. With our flight leaving Salt Lake at 9:30, with the time change we would have most of the day to throw fish with the locals. Another trainer, Angela, sat next to the window, and then there was an empty seat before I adorned the aisle.
The flight there was uneventful for the first 2 hours. Just as we should've been landing, Angela and I noticed that the pilot decided to put the plane into a holding pattern. We couldn't figure out why, but for the next 90 minutes we sat in doubt until the pilot finally broke the silence to tell us that he would be returning the plane to Portland because it was too foggy in Seattle to land.
Much to the disappointment of everyone, we turned around and upon arrival in Portland deboarded the plane. While doing so, one of the Southwest workers told us to be ready to leave at any second because if we weren't they would leave us behind. There I waited, listening to the profanity flowing from the mouthes of others like the chocolate river in Willy Wonka's factory!
We were combined with another flight 2 hours later, and boarded the suddenly full flight back up to Seattle. This time we were able to land, and upon doing so, a Yugoslavian guy sitting next to the other trainer, Tyler, asked him in staggered English if he could borrow Tyler's cell phone... Tyler punched in the number that the guy needed to call, and handed him his cell phone. What then ensued was a classic moment amongst people that don't know the slightest thing about cell phones. The Yugoslavian seemed to think that the other party wasn't going to hear him because Tyler's phone is so small, so he compensated by raising his voice. The plane was somewhat quiet when suddenly a yell burst through, "HEY RICHARD, WE A FINALLY LANDED 'ERE IN SEATTLE! " The entire plane now knew that Richard was now deaf!
The city of Seattle is beautiful! It is clean, and a lot of people use public transportation or walking to go places instead of cars. It is also expensive! We looked for a steak under $45 for dinner for well over an hour and a half before we finally found someplace. Being with two individuals that are not concerned with religion, I ended up getting to play designated driver in a city that I knew about as well as the gross domestic product of Zanzibar. A roller coaster ride through the foggy streets of Seattle ensued, but eventually we rolled our PIMP mini van into the parking lot of our hotel in Bellevue.
The next day was a very long day of sitting in a classroom and discussing the new training program. After working 11 hours, we were set loose for dinner, and decided to go for Sushi. Three trainers from Rancho Cordova, CA accompanied us in our decked out mini van, which only escalated the foul language that I had to endure to another level. I was getting frustrated with it, and just when I was about to lay the shmack down, I saw it! Glowing in the darkness amongst the pine trees, there it was!
Towering out of nowhere came the Bellevue temple! I whipped out my cell phone and snapped a quick (hence the blur) photo of it. While my soul was rejuvenated by seeing the light of the temple in an otherwise dark moment, I was so captivated that I almost didn't hear the comments coming from behind about how this was "a big a** church." I took the moment to tell them it wasn't just a church, but rather a temple. They were blown away briefly, and then went back to their profanity.
Knowing that the temple was there, it was the constant thing that I looked to the rest of the week for a brief lifting of my spirits, and each time, it did just that. I came to realize quickly that one didn't have to go into the temple all the time for it to be a blessing in their life. The history of the church shows that at various times it was shown to the early prophet how a temple would bless the community that it resides in. It would be an ensign to the world of God's work.
Christ told his disciples, "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven" (Matthew 5:14-16).
This experience only furthered what I knew about why we are on Earth. There is a great battle going on, and we are the participants, whether we are conscious of it or not. This battle is between the LIGHT and the DARK. The more we follow God's plan, the stronger our light becomes and the more others can see it as if placed upon a candlestick for the entire house. In Washington, though thick fog set in and one couldn't see more than 15 feet in front of them, I could see a cloud of light penetrating the fog where the temple stood. The harder we work at being clean, the stronger others will be able to see the light through the fog of our lives.
There are many references to light and darkness in the scriptures. Death and hell in their most extreme extensions are referred to as Outer Darkness (D&C 101:91). Eternal life and and the degrees of glory are oft times described through the use of metaphors of light and vision. Even when the Earth was being created, before the matter took shape, the Lord said "Let there be Light" (Genesis 1:2-3).
Perhaps the most riveting reference to light in the scriptures comes from John 8:12, when the Savior states, "I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, in a book titled However Long and Hard the Road had this to say about this reference and light:
Christ is, according to our revelations, the light of the sun, the light of the moon, the light of the stars and of the earth. Furthermore, he is the light which "giveth you light,... [which]enlighteneth your eyes, which is the same light that quickeneth your understandings." (D&C 88:7-11)
Light, like truth, forsakes the evil one, that prince of darkness who was cast out of heaven into the earth. The casualty of that rebellious son's fall is glimpsed at least partially in the meaning of his name Lucifer, literally "a bearer of light," a son of the morning. Having lost that fresh radiance of an eternal dawn and destined to dwell in a kingdom without glory (i.e., light), Satan now consciously seeks to take away light from the children of men. We are able to elude such
lifeless desolation, however, because God once again looked upon a darkened world and said, "Let there be light." He gave his Only Begotten Son that whosoever would believe in him should
not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)
As mentioned above by Elder Holland, Christ is the light of the world, and the reason that the temple is a house of light, is because it is the house of Christ. The more temples that are built upon the face of the earth, the more the darkness of the adversary is discouraged and diminished upon the face thereof. That is why it brought encouragement to my soul on my trip in Bellevue, WA.