You people are super duper!!!
How far back can you remember. I go back to just before being conceived and I can feel myself floating in the clouds as they pass by me swiftly and I remember how good it felt. So healthy and alive.
The first awareness of myself I'm not quite two years old. Just POOF there I am, sitting in a bathtub of water in a low rent two room apartment somewhere in Montana.
My dad was reprimanding me for floating a weee little pooh pooh in the tub and he was explaining to me about how to sit on the potty when I fill the doo doo coming on. He had pulled me from the water and was drying me off as he said this and that.
After that, my next memory is on my 4th birthday and I'm sitting in a small airplane like maybe a Cessna and the plane was pointed nearly straight up and down. This was back in 1959. I was strapped in the back seat and I was staring out the front window watching a river getting bigger and bigger and the ground getting closer and closer.
I was about to bring this matter up with my daddy, but then I noticed he was rather busy holding on to the dash with very white knuckles, and whispering to himself, start, start, come on start.
I looked over to the pilot and his knuckles looked just like my daddy's, only his were attached to the steering wheel.
The pilot could however, move one thumb and it kept pushing down on a red button also attached to the steering wheel.
Then about the time you could have sniffed a buttercup, the plane sputtered and the engine once again roared to life and the plane swooped back upward like a roller coaster ride. The nose of the plane finally leveled off and dad was wiping his forehead and the pilot said he wee weed a bit and I said --Weeeeeeee! Can we do it again daddy.. Can we do it again??? And with both my dad and pilot looking at me, (and with a some what louder voice then I cared for), said to me at the same time, NOT TODAY.. Ahhh shucks I said and that was the end of that memory.
I found out later that dad had been taking flying lessons, and that had been his 3rd and final time up. He told me he had taken me with him that last time for my early birthday present. This was in the summer months and my birthday isn't until December.
Now from the lighter side of a Jesus Club Member >>>
The other day I was down on the pier in Olympia, Wa.
At the end of the pier was a man who had set up a make shift dartboard so he could practice for the up coming local bar tournament.
He also had his fishing pole with a line out in the water in hopes of a catch while he practiced his dart throwing.
I was watching him toss the darts and he was really good but the way he had the dartboard leaned against the railing and when he missed the board the dart would fly off into the Puget Sound forever lost.
When this did happen he would say damn, I missed again.
I was sort of tickled by this, when a father of the cloth came strolling by me. He was also watching the dart tosser and heard what he said when he lost a dart.
I over heard the preacher man say to the dart tosser, if you don't stop that bad language, God might get a mind to strike you down.
The dart thrower told the man of cloth to go away.
Well don't say I didn't warn you if you get zapped and he turned to walk away. The dart thrower was flustered now and missed his next dart. Dammit I missed again.
Now I am about to loose it with laughter when all of a sudden this single, very dark cloud gathers around us and a bolt of lighting shot down and hit that preacher man square on the head and me and the dart tosser hit the deck and then we hear this very deep voice from the dark cloud say >> DAMN I MISSED AGAIN.... Hey, it could have happened..
From your local drug addicted, pot smoking Jesus freak... God Bless you and yours, them and theirs, me and mine, but more so our enemies such as the puppy guy.
