What Is Your Destiny? 14

From one point of view, our destinies are sealed at birth. The fact is that we will die. There is no getting around this one.

Most of us think that our destiny is to do something good, be a rock star, or to become wealthy. Instead, we get humdrum educations, take humdrum jobs, and save only enough money to pay for our funereal. Some people cannot even do that. It is easy for people to say that life sucks, and they cannot get anything done.

Oh, if we could just win a lottery, then we would show our real potential.

Only a very few people win a lottery, and many of those squander their winnings, accomplishing very little except attract a lot of social parasites. Yeah, I still buy lottery tickets. Sometimes it is fun to dream. Like a lot of rednecks, I think I would get a couple of really fast cars. “Hey, hold my beer and watch this!” Remember those words?

Life brings what life brings. It is not up to us to demand something different. We have to accept what comes along, do our best to overcome negative situations, and use our intelligence to set goals and achieve something. I don’t believe people who go through life in the United States and achieve nothing have goals. Most of use take what comes, and try to adapt to situations.

Reasonable goal setting is one of the most difficult things I have ever done. It was easy to set the goal to get a college degree when I was in school, even though I was having to work full-time while going to school. When I got married, it was only natural to set the goal for my wife to be equally educated, which we thought was a worthy thing to do. The problem is that there was a time when we both had graduated, and found ourselves without any goal to pursue.

The day I graduated with my engineering degree, we had a house, a car, and two well-paying jobs. We had it made.

Then, the children came. How can you set goals when you are not getting sleep, and the baby has the colic? How can you set goals when the inflation rate during Jimmy Carter’s administration was in double digits? How can you set goals when you have a child, a mortgage, two cars, and an unemployed wife whose main job is to mother her children?

We thought it was too hard to do these things. We were wrong. Given a little maturity, we would have known that kids grow up, and that the economy can change. We both got masters degrees, and moved up in our respective professional worlds. At that point, the problem became reconciling personal with professional goals. How many promotions do you need in view of the fact that your family is comfortable in their current situation, and any promotion would involve a continental scale relocation?

So, you see, life is tough for everybody. The problems we faced were minor to some people in the world whose only goal was to put some pinto beans on the table.

I guess the whole point of this article is that we should understand where we want to go, and what we want to be doing before launching out on quests for our destiny. Sometimes, we can be satisfied just knowing we can put some beans on the table.

Be thankful, and make sensible goals. Share part of your prosperity with those stuck in the no-food line. Help them meet their goals. Maybe that will give you some ideas on meeting yours. Maybe in all this goal setting and helping people, you will find your destiny.

When God Comes To Visit 9

Recently, my brother suffered a “brain bleed”, or in the popular parlance, a stroke. He lived through it. Like all strokes, it does affect the brain, including motor functions, how he speaks, and other sensory functions.

It happened sixteen years ago when this same brother, a minister of God, was preaching our mother’s funeral and had a similar stroke. He couldn’t speak or read well for years, but with hard work overcame the speech problems, and continued to preach and teach. He is a wonderful, brave, and devout man. He knows his reason for living.

Of course, the minute the rest of the family heard that our brother had, once again, experienced a stroke, we were extremely apprehensive that this might be the one that either kills him, or causes him to be miserable for the rest of his life.

I don’t know what his thoughts are in this case, but I can tell you that he probably doesn’t see things like the rest of us. Knowing our brother, he was simply wounded in the course of doing his duty in a ministry helping people get their lives straight, and bringing them to God.

He can speak now, somewhat, and he knows what is going on. At first, he had trouble speaking and remembering people’s names. He has progressed a lot since then, and we are all hoping for a full recovery.

It is tempting to say that God is not through with our brother. Just as importantly, God is not through with us.

When God comes visiting, we need to be busy doing the Lord’s work. That is more important than sitting around and arguing about the Second Coming.

 

Fried Chicken Makes Me Happy 5

  • The  Russians have taken the Crimea
  • The Russians are ready to invade Ukraine.
  • The Taliban are taking Afghanistan.
  • The IRS targets conservative groups.
  • The NSA is spying on citizens.
  • The University of Connecticut won the NCAA Basketball Championship.
  • Jay Leno retired.

There are lots of things to make Americans unhappy nowadays. Anything that has to do with the shenanigans of the Federal Government will make you want to vomit.

Whenever some NASCAR driver gets unhappy, there’s a BC Headache Powder at his command. If there’s a delivery truck driver in pain and unhappy, there’s always Aleve. Poor Tylenol gets left out in the cold.

Me? When the world around me starts going to crap; when those with whom I deal start doing crazy things; when the bills stack up, and when my wife gives me ugly looks, that’s when I think of fried chicken.

Fried chicken. It’s country food. It’s comfort food. If you want to have a good old southern dinner, it’s going to be fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and turnip greens or green beans. Yes, I said mashed potatoes. None of those prepackaged, sissy, creamed potatoes, here.

My mother prepared my first piece of fried chicken. I cannot tell you how wonderful skillet and Crisco fried chicken can be. There are no earthly words to describe the crunchy, juicy, heavenly flavor of what must be  God’s favorite food. Yessir, it’s gotta be fried chicken.

The first fried chicken I tasted cooked by my projective mother-in-law told me I was on the right path for a life partner. Oh, yes. My dear mother-in-law had gone to the same school of cooking as my mother. God’s blessing on my proposed marriage was evident, assuming that mother had taught daughter how to cook. She did.  Umm….

My wife’s cooking is special. Even my children learned that there was no restaurant food better than their mom’s food. When my son was less than two years old, my wife gave him his first fried chicken leg. Oh, did he ever celebrate that discovery that night. He would chomp that leg, and wave it around like a Samurai sword, or a magic wand. After all, my wife’s fried chicken is magic stuff.

My wife doesn’t cook skillet fried chicken anymore. Skillet fried chicken is hard work. Instead, I make do with chicken barbecued on the grill. But, every now and then, I must have fried chicken. Colonel Sanders, Publix Deli, Kroger Deli, Walmart Deli, or local diners are patronized. You would be surprised how good fried chicken can be when you are hungry enough.

When life gets you down, and the government death panels are imminent, just get a bucket of fried chicken and everything will be alright. For a while…

Were There Really 46 Million Un-Insured? 5

The short answer is no, not at one time. The really distressing thing about the estimates of people who did not have health care insurance is that the numbers have all been exaggerated.

Where are the plus and minus figures? Any study based on surveys must reveal the possible error  of that survey. Like, plus or minus 5 percent, or 15 percent. Why doesn’t the Kaiser Family Foundation and the US Government publish those number? It’s because they don’t want the public to know how loosey-goosey their numbers really are.

Please understand that I am not trying to minimize the problems a family can have without adequate healthcare insurance. I have certainly been in a situation without a job, depending on my  wife’s job for healthcare coverage. Many people have not been as fortunate as I.

However, it is vexing that all these phony numbers get bandied about, and nobody in the press or academia will publicly question them. It doesn’t take a genius to do this, but it is not politically correct to go against the liberal, big money foundations and government agencies.

This whole non-insured thing started with estimates with about 22 million Americans not having health care insurance. Then came a study that said 49 million Americans did not have health insurance, but it was faulty because of the methodology. Liberal organizations sprang to help shore up that number.

The 46 million number being bandied about is 20 percent illegal aliens. Now, are you wondering what other lies Obama pushed to get his signature legislation passed?

Well, first, the surveys were only concerned if someone had been without healthcare for part of the year in the survey. In other words if somebody had been between jobs and had temporarily been without healthcare insurance, it was logged as a black mark against our healthcare system. There goes another 10 or 20 percent of the 46 million.

So, how many people between the ages of 19 to 24 didn’t have healthcare, and didn’t want it? How many married adults without children did not want insurance.

The problem is that some people need healthcare coverage who cannot currently afford it, for whatever reason. This number is much, much less that the 46 million trumpeted by the government and the press.

So, why not just give healthcare to those who just can’t afford it? Well, for Obama it is much too simple, and that approach would work where ObamaCare does not work.

That which is simple, equitable, and works is not what Barack Obama wanted. He wanted power, and that’s what he is getting.