Month: July 2026

Exploring Italy: A Journey of Adventure and Writing

In September of 2007, my wife, Dee and I took a trip to Italy, a journey that turned out to be one of the most enjoyable and exciting experiences of our lives. As we wandered through the enchanting streets of Rome, admired the breathtaking art in Florence, and savored the delectable cuisine. I felt an overwhelming urge to document our adventures. During this time, I also heard of a self-publishing site from a fellow blogger, which sparked a new idea in my mind. Somewhere in 2008, inspired by our unforgettable Italian getaway, I decided to take the plunge and try my hand at publishing a book, believing our trip to Italy was an ideal subject to share with others. Below is a link to view the entire book of forty pages, a labor of love that encapsulates our travels and the emotions we experienced along the way. This journey was not only about exploring stunning landscapes and indulging in gelato but also became one of the key motivators to start a path of writing books. Since then, I have poured my heart into my passion, and now, I proudly have fourteen books available on Amazon. LINK While I may never make the best seller list, the joy and fulfillment I derive from this creative journey far outweigh the goal of commercial success, and I am thoroughly enjoying and having fun on this trip of book writing, which continues to evolve with every page I write.

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Life’s Lessons: Does Everything Happen for a Reason?
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Do you think everything happens for a reason?
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I am a strong believer that our time on this earth is one long, unfolding learning experience. From the moment we arrive — tiny, unknowing, and wide‑eyed — life begins teaching us. At first the lessons are simple: how to breathe, how to trust a warm voice, how to reach for the things that spark our curiosity. But as the years gather, the lessons deepen. We learn from joy, from heartbreak, from the people who lift us up and the ones who challenge us. We learn from our mistakes, from our triumphs, and from the quiet moments when we finally understand something we’ve been wrestling with for decades.

And the learning never stops. It carries us through childhood, through the long middle stretch of adulthood, and right into the twilight of our days. Even in our final breath, life is still teaching us — about love, about letting go, about the strange beauty of having been here at all.

To live, in the truest sense, is to learn. Every day is a lesson, every experience a teacher, and every one of us a student until the very end.

Therefore, I think everything happens for a reason

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Dining at IHOP: An Unexpected Act of Kindness

Yesterday, my wife and I went to lunch at IHOP, a place we both enjoy for its cozy atmosphere and diverse menu options. It was a good and uneventful lunch, allowing us to relax and catch up on our week. We go there quite often because it is conveniently close to our home and easy to get to, which makes it an ideal spot for a quick bite or a leisurely meal. Additionally, they usually have many customers, which is a good sign that the food is acceptable and priced reasonably; seeing families, friends, and regulars enjoying their meals as we did only adds to the inviting ambiance of the restaurant. The wide selection of pancakes and breakfast items always tempts us to try something new while still satisfying our cravings for our favorites.

When it was time to get the check, the waitress comes over and says, “you are good to go.” I say, “we didn’t get our check yet.” She responded, “the booth over there took care of your bill.” It was empty now, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of curiosity mixed with gratitude. I vaguely remember it was a young man with his son that was around ten years old, both seemingly enjoying their meal together just moments before. We asked, “why did he pay for our meal?” She replied, “he didn’t say, just that he was going to pay for your meal. She also commented that he comes in quite often, but she doesn’t know his name.” My wife says she remembers that he pointed over at us when he was talking to the waitress once, which made it feel all the more personal, as if he was intentionally choosing to extend kindness our way. We don’t have a clue why he did this, but we felt a strange connection to him as if he had somehow recognized something in us. I remember going to the restroom and walking past him—I didn’t recognize the person and at that moment, our lives didn’t intertwine, which only added to the mystery of it all. Naturally, I didn’t pay that much attention when walking by, but the thought lingered in my mind. It was surprising that such a simple act could resonate so deeply. Anyway, that was a gesture that came out of nowhere and it goes to show that there are still many good people around—individuals willing to do good things for complete strangers, which can be very surprising and heartwarming, leaving a lasting impression of hope and kindness in a world that often feels chaotic and indifferent.

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Transforming Chaos into Clarity

I was in need of a phone number for a friend, and I had difficulty finding this number, which turned out to be more challenging than I had anticipated. I had accumulated a list of phone numbers and addresses over the years, a collection that seemed to hold the potential answers I sought. My wife, too, had ventured into her own project, obtaining her own set of numbers through various means, including old contacts and resourceful inquiries. Our collective efforts resulted in a stack of paper books filled with many cross outs and handwritten changes, a testament to our tireless search. It was at this point, after becoming increasingly frustrated with the chaotic nature of our records, that I decided to embark on a new project. This endeavor involved taking all these accumulations of lists and meticulously combining them into a singular, organized database. With this purpose in mind, I created an Excel spreadsheet, a powerful tool that allows me to keep everything up to date, make necessary changes, and sort the information in any way I desire. It is truly amazing what modern technology allows one to do; it transforms what once seemed like a daunting task into a manageable, efficient process, bringing a sense of clarity and organization to my efforts.

As I was composing this database, it was saddening to see all the names and contacts that have passed on, each representing a cherished memory and a story that will forever remain etched in my heart. However, amid this reflection on loss, I feel very fortunate to live as long as I have, to witness the beauty of life, and to meet and enjoy so many friends and family who have enriched my journey. Their laughter, kindness, and wisdom have shaped me in ways I can hardly express, turning ordinary moments into lasting treasures that I carry with me. Each entry in this database serves as a poignant reminder of the deep connections we’ve forged and the legacy of love that continues to inspire me every day.

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The Promise I Kept: My Journey to a Smoke-Free Life
Daily writing prompt
What’s a promise you made to yourself that you’ve actually kept?
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When I was 28 years old, I made a promise to quit smoking for sure; it felt like a pivotal moment in my life. I must have attempted to quit smoking at least 100 times, and each time was a combination of hope and despair. I would be going okay, feeling strong and determined, but then some stressful event or significant change in my life would occur, and I would find myself resorting to that crutch of smoking once again. That familiar saying echoed in my mind: “Oh, just a few cigarettes and I will be able to stop smoking after the crisis is over.” Yet, I learned the hard way that this thinking is nothing but a bunch of baloney. You get addicted to that nicotine fix almost immediately, and before you know it, you’re back to smoking uncontrollably, trapped in a cycle that feels impossible to break. The fleeting moments of relief that a cigarette provided were quickly overshadowed by guilt and frustration, making me question my willpower and resolve every single time I lit up.

I must say again, stopping smoking was the best thing I have ever done for myself in my life. Not only did I free myself from the grips of that harmful addiction, but I also discovered a newfound sense of vitality that I never thought possible. It took me over a year to get rid of the feeling and urge to light just one cigarette. Then I realized how nasty that habit is and became a no smoking advocate. I speculate kicking that nasty habit gave me 20 or more years of time on this earth, allowing me to engage in activities I love, enjoy meaningful moments with my loved ones, and pursue my passions with greater enthusiasm. The journey wasn’t easy, but the rewards have undeniably transformed my life for the better, leaving me grateful for every smoke-free day.

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Meet Your Fictional Self at Dinner
Daily writing prompt
If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?
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If I could have dinner with a fictional character, it would be a fictional character of me. This would be our dinner and conversation.

Dinner With Your Fictional Self

The waiter has just left, and the two of you—real Tom and story-Tom—regard each other with the kind of curiosity usually reserved for mirrors that talk back.

Story-Tom leans back, folds his hands over his stomach, and gives you a grin that looks suspiciously familiar.

“Funny thing,” Story-Tom says, “I’ve been living in your head for years, and this is the first time you’ve invited me to dinner.”

Real-Tom raises an eyebrow. “You’re usually busy narrating my life. I figured you deserved a break.”

Story-Tom chuckles—your chuckle, but with a little more gravel. “Narrating? I’m just trying to keep up. You’re the one who keeps giving me new material.”

The food arrives: salmon for Story-Tom, chicken for Real-Tom. Story-Tom thanks the waiter with a nod that feels practiced, like he’s been thanking people for decades and has perfected the art.

I watch him cut into his salmon. “So,” you say, “what’s it like being the fictional version of me?”

Story-Tom pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. “Honestly? Easier. I get to skip the boring parts. No bills, no errands, no waiting in line at the DMV. I get the highlights—the porch snake, the sunsets, the memories that matter.”

I laugh. “I wouldn’t mind skipping a few of those errands myself.”

Story-Tom leans forward, eyes warm. “But you wouldn’t skip the stories. That’s the difference. I’m built from them. You’re the one who lived them.”

For a moment, the café feels quieter. The fan hums. Someone clinks a glass at the bar.

Real-Tom sips his iced tea. “Do you ever disagree with how I write you?”

“Oh, constantly,” Story-Tom says. “You make me too noble sometimes. Too reflective. I’d like a few more bad decisions, maybe a scandal or two.”

“You’re welcome to them,” Real-Tom says. “I’ve had my share.”

Story-Tom laughs again—this time with genuine delight. “That’s why I like you. You’re honest about the mess.”

We both eat for a while, comfortable in the way only two versions of the same person can be. When the plates are cleared, Story-Tom looks out the window at the foothills turning blue in the dusk.

“You know,” Story Tom says softly, “you’ve done a good job. With the life. With the stories. With the way you keep showing up.”

Real Tom feels something warm settle in his chest. “Thanks,” you say. “I try.”

Story-Tom nods. “Keep writing me. I’m not done yet.”

And neither are you.

Guess who was stuck with the bill.

Why Our Dream Home Was the Best Investment Ever
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What is the best purchase you have ever made?
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June 18th, 2016, is when the best purchase has ever been made. It is our dream home, a beautiful haven that we have cherished for over ten years now. With its spacious layout and inviting ambiance, every corner of this house reflects warmth and comfort. No yard work for me means I can enjoy my weekends without the burden of maintaining the garden; the HOA provides yard maintenance, snow removal, and trash pickup, which is such a relief. It was time for me to give up my love for outdoor yard fun, realizing that this old body just can’t do as much as it used to. Instead of laboring in the sun, I can relax and savor my time at home. The double car garage is a fantastic bonus; it does not have to be used for storage because of the expansive basement, which has plenty of room for storage, a man cave where I can unwind, and a workshop for my creative projects. I take pride in knowing that I’ve created a space that perfectly balances leisure and functionality. I have always dreamt of a home like this, a place where memories can flourish, and the dream came true, offering a sanctuary where I feel truly at peace and fulfilled.

Yes, I have been very blessed in this life!

Living with a Snake: The Unofficial HOA President

I woke up this morning to find Shadow—the unofficial HOA president of my front porch—coiled up like he’d been waiting for me. You know that look snakes get when they’re about to deliver bad news? Sort of a silent, judgmental squint. Shadow had it.

Apparently, he’s upset about “recent changes to porch policy.” I didn’t know we had porch policy. I also didn’t know he could file complaints.

But there he was, tail tapping like a tiny gavel, clearly ready to litigate.

His grievances, as best I could interpret:

  • I moved the rocking chair. Shadow claims this disrupted his “commute.” I explained that most commutes don’t involve slithering under furniture, but he hissed something that sounded like “ableist.”
  • I swept. He said this was “an act of aggression.” I said it was Tuesday.
  • I stepped outside without announcing myself. He insists I should knock before entering my own porch. I told him that’s not how porches work. He said that’s exactly what someone who doesn’t respect boundaries would say.

Then he stared at me for a long moment—one of those slow, reptilian blinks that feels like a performance review—and slithered off to sunbathe, clearly exhausted from the emotional labor of managing me.

So now I’m living with the knowledge that my porch snake thinks I’m a menace.

I’m considering drafting a formal apology, maybe even offering him a tiny union card. But knowing Shadow, he’ll demand dental benefits, which seems unreasonable for a creature with fangs that regenerate like discount razor blades.

Anyway, that’s the update from the foothills: I’ve been reprimanded by a snake. Again.

The Best Compliment

When my son was a teenager, he strutted around like he had a PhD in life, firmly believing he had all the answers—spoiler alert: he didn’t! His boundless confidence sometimes had me raising an eyebrow as he made bold choices during those delightful years of chaos. He dabbled in rebellion and curiosity, all while figuring out that adulthood came with a side of responsibility and a pinch of life’s absurd complexities. As he navigated through conflicts, emotional rollercoasters, and the glorious mess of school, I watched him slowly transform into a young man who could actually hold a conversation! I was the supportive ghost in the background, popping up to offer advice when necessary and letting him trip over his own feet—figuratively speaking! Ultimately, he emerged wiser (and slightly less convinced he could conquer the world in one day), with a much clearer view of this hilariously unpredictable world we live in.

Somewhere around twenty-five, he said to me, “Dad, I’m amazed at how much smarter and wiser you’ve become in the last ten years. I often think about the lessons you’ve taught me, from your stories of perseverance to your insights on life and relationships. Your experiences have shaped who you are and greatly influenced my perspective. I hope to carry some of that wisdom into my own life as I enter adulthood and face my challenges. I will remember your encouragement and how you handled obstacles with strength and grace. I want to share these lessons with my future children, as I believe it will help them understand the world and find their own way.”

This was the best compliment I could have ever received. It made my day, lighting up my spirits and filling me with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. Every detail of that moment is etched in my memory; from the warmth of the sun on my skin to the sound of laughter that surrounded me, each element adding to the magic of that experience. I can still recall the smile on my son’s face as he delivered those kind words, a memory so vivid that it feels as though it happened just yesterday. Over the past 25 years, that compliment has remained a guiding light during challenging times, reminding me of the power of kindness and the impact one simple gesture can have on a person’s life. It is a treasured moment that I hold close to my heart, serving as a constant reminder to cherish such uplifting experiences.

How to Stay Cool During a Heatwave

Hot Enough for Ya? A Survival Guide for the Season That’s Trying to Cook Us

After ten straight days of summer behaving like it’s auditioning for the role of “Inferno: The Musical,” I think it’s time we acknowledge the obvious: the sun has lost its mind. It’s no longer shining. It’s attacking.

The Heat Has Entered Its Villain Era

There’s hot, and then there’s Colorado-in-July hot, where the air itself feels like it’s been microwaved and the squirrels are walking around with tiny towels draped over their shoulders. Even Shadow the porch snake is probably lying belly-up somewhere muttering, “I didn’t sign up for this.” After ten days of this, you start to realize the sun isn’t just shining—it’s judging you. Step outside and it feels like it’s saying, “Oh, look who thought shorts were a good idea.”

Signs You’ve Been in a Heatwave Too Long

  • You’ve begun rating shady spots like they’re Airbnb rentals.
  • You open the front door and immediately close it again, whispering, “Nope.”
  • You’ve started carrying water bottles the way medieval knights carried swords.
  • You’ve considered befriending the neighbor’s swamp cooler.
  • You’ve caught yourself saying things like, “Maybe I’ll go outside later,” knowing full well you won’t.

How to Survive Without Melting into a Decorative Puddle

  • Hydrate like you’re training for the Olympics. At this point, water isn’t a beverage—it’s a lifestyle.
  • Move slowly. Not because you’re tired, but because rapid movement creates friction, and friction creates heat, and we’re not adding any more heat to this situation.
  • Eat cold things. Watermelon. Ice cream. Popsicles. Frozen peas straight from the bag. No judgment.
  • Become nocturnal. The raccoons have been doing it for years. They seem fine.
  • Avoid any activity that requires thinking. Thinking generates brain heat. Brain heat is unacceptable.
  • Stand in front of the fridge with the door open. Yes, your parents told you not to. But your parents didn’t live through this.

Bonus Tip: Embrace the Delirium

After a week of heat, everyone gets a little weird. You start talking to your houseplants. You start naming your fans. You start believing your air conditioner has opinions about you. Lean into it. Summer is a character-building season. Mostly it builds the character of someone who mutters, “Good grief,” every time they step outside.

Closing Thoughts from the Foothills

We’ll get through this. We always do. The monsoon rains will eventually wander in like a late dinner guest, and we’ll all pretend we weren’t about to lose our minds.

Until then, stay cool, stay hydrated, and remember: if you see me outside between noon and 6 PM, something has gone terribly wrong.

The Humor in Senior Moments
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What is the best excuse you have heard lately?
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Since I am in the crowd of senior citizens, I have noticed that the best excuse for everything they do or fail to do is often referred to as a “senior moment.” It seems that this term has become a comforting blanket that allows us to laugh at our little lapses in memory or the occasional forgetfulness that comes with age. This phenomenon provides a shared understanding among us, as we navigate through daily life, balancing the wisdom we have gained over the years with the funny mishaps that can sometimes occur. Each slip of the mind or moment of distraction is often met with knowing smiles and shared stories, creating a sense of camaraderie in our collective experience, making it a light-hearted way to embrace the changes that come with getting older.

Shaped More by Experiences or Identity?
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Do you think we’re shaped more by our experiences or by who we are?
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Since I am a firm believer that time on this earth is meant for learning, I see every moment as an opportunity to grow and evolve. We are constantly absorbing knowledge from various events, conversations, and interactions, often without even realizing it. Each experience, whether big or small, contributes to the vast repository of information stored in that wonderful brain of ours. This unique memory bank encompasses everything that has happened in our lives, from the mundane to the extraordinary. These events shape who we are, influencing our beliefs, values, and perspectives on the world around us. They serve as the building blocks of our identity, helping to mold our understanding and guiding us on our journey toward personal fulfillment. As we navigate through life, it’s essential to recognize the importance of these experiences, as they play a crucial role in defining not only our character but also our path ahead.

A Personal Reflection of Being a Giraffe
Daily writing prompt
If you had to be an animal for a week, which one would you be and why?
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To go along with what my wife has affectionately called me, “I am her giraffe.” After we met and became accustomed to each other, she commented that I remind her of a giraffe. I am tall and slender, especially in comparison to her, and that’s why I make her think of a giraffe; I always have my face in the trees, reaching for the highest branches, much like I reach for the boundless heights in life with her by my side. This unique characteristic of mine sparked a delightful chain reaction in her, leading her to start a whimsical collection of giraffes all over the house. Ceramics, glass, stuffed toys, paintings—you name it, she has it. Each piece tells a story, a memory from our adventures together, and they bring a playful vibrancy to our home. I have been her favorite giraffe for over forty years now, and every time I see her smile because of my towering presence in her life, I realize that being her giraffe is more than just a charming nickname; it’s a badge of honor that I wear with pride.

I’d rather be called a giraffe than other nicknames like walrus or confused sheep. As a giraffe, I can stand tall and snack on tasty leaves! Being tall allows me to see over trees and enjoy the view. I can stretch my neck to reach the best greens while soaking up the sun, feeling like royalty.

The Futuristic Role of AI in Daily Life
Daily writing prompt
What’s a piece of technology you’re convinced will exist in 20 years?
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AI (artificial intelligence) is the one piece of technology that will undoubtedly exist in 20 years, dramatically transforming various aspects of our daily lives, from healthcare and education to communication and transportation. As AI continues to evolve, its integration into these sectors will lead to unprecedented advancements, enabling more personalized and efficient services. The potential for AI to enhance decision-making processes, automate routine tasks, and provide valuable insights will not only improve productivity but also open new avenues for innovation and creativity, influencing how we interact with the world and each other.

The Changing Sleep Patterns of Aging

Ten to eleven o’clock is the normal time for me to go to bed and sleep. Seven to eight o’clock is the normal time for me to get up.

Sounds simple, right? Unfortunately, there are events that does not make it a simple eight-hour sound sleep. First, my bladder requires attention at least twice during that time. Some nights it happens four times. Many times, I get up go and come back and go back to sleep almost immediately. Other times not so fortunate. My mind starts working and I start thinking about many different subjects and takes different times to fall back to sleep. I remember the good old days when I could fall asleep and sleep for eight hours before my bladder would say, “hey Tom, it is time to pee!”

Secondly, I have started to wake up somewhere around four or five in the morning. I guess I do not need eight hours of sleep anymore before I feel rested. I don’t get up at that time. It gives me a good time to reconcile various events in my life. It may be a recent event or some event that happened many years ago. I do enjoy this time though; it gives me a time to think about actions I took or relationships in my life. Also, I take time to talk to the creator. It is usually a one-sided conversation though. After this mental activity I usually take a snooze before it is time to arise. I cannot remember the last time an alarm clock was needed to wake me up in the morning. Apparently, my biological clock never goes to sleep.

As I become older the afternoon nap is becoming more common and the ten-fifteen-minute snooze has become an hour or more.

The Journey of Lifelong Learning
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Are you a lifelong learner?
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Yes, I am a lifelong learner. I strongly believe that the purpose in life is to learn. You learn early that it is better to not poop in your diaper, setting the stage for a life filled with lessons. Then the learning begins; every experience, whether big or small, becomes an opportunity for growth. You spend your life learning from the events and people that enter your life and fulfill it in ways you might not expect. Each conversation, every moment of connection, adds depth to your understanding of the world. Even at my age, I am continually learning from the good and bad in this world, embracing the complexity of human nature. The pain, suffering, and comfort surrounding this world serve as the backdrop for my education. I find that even in my darkest moments, there are valuable lessons hidden within the shadows. I will learn as long as I am able to breathe, knowing that every breath brings the possibility of new insights and revelations, enriching my journey and expanding my horizons.

EVERY MORNING, I ASK MYSELF, “WHAT WILL I LEARN TODAY?’

The Power of Oral Health Habits
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What’s one habit that has improved your life the most?
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Oral health is the one habit that improved my life. Growing up in the late forties and early fifties I have had a mouthful of cavities. I even had cavities in my baby teeth and wisdom teeth. During that time, they filled cavities with a composition that contained Mercury. Sometime later they realized that putting a Mercury compound in your mouth may not be that healthy. My gums always bled and many time felt uncomfortable.

After I returned from a tour in the army my life became more stabilized, I started to think about my filthy mouth. Quit smoking and started going to the dentist as a normal routine. I was introduced to soft pics, floss, and a Perio-aid. They replaced all my mercury fillings with a safer composite material. I cannot remember the last time I had a cavity. I know it has been over twenty-five years. The dentist now compliments me for my home care and tells me to keep it up.

I am sure fluoride had something to do with it. However, I am seeing that fluoride may not be that healthy and some are encouraging the discontinuation of reducing the use of fluoride.

Finally, oral health improved my lifestyle a lot, leading to increased confidence in social interactions and a greater willingness to engage in activities I once avoided due to hesitations about my smile; this positive change has also encouraged me to adopt a more disciplined routine of regular dental check-ups and better daily hygiene practices, ultimately contributing to my overall well-being and enhancing my quality of life.

Stopping smoking prolonged my life, Oral health Improved my life.

The Hard Years: Lessons from Divorce and Recovery
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What’s a chapter of your life you’d title “The Hard Years” — and what got you through it?
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The hardest part of my life was during and after my divorce. This came as a total surprise to me, completely shattering my perception of reality. I thought everything was good; we had built a life together, shared dreams, and made plans for the future. Then my then wife informed me she never loved me and that she just married me to escape the clutches of her parents’ farm. This revelation was like a dagger to my heart, leaving me reeling with confusion and disbelief. I also realized that there was an affair going on between her and my best friend, which added another layer of betrayal to the pain I was already feeling. The concept of losing not only a wife but also a former best friend was almost unbearable. It felt like my entire world had crumbled in an instant, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, grappling with the emotional turmoil and the harsh reality of having trusted the very people who had turned my life upside down. The journey to heal from such deep wounds had been long and arduous, filled with moments of self-reflection, anger, and eventual acceptance.

I got through it by thinking positively that I would survive it and that better times are ahead. I focused on the possibilities of a brighter future, visualizing the happiness I wanted to achieve, which helped me stay motivated and resilient during challenging moments. Through introspection and determination, I found strength in my hopes and dreams. Eventually, it all worked out exactly as I envisioned, and I met my primary soulmate, who has been my anchor and support. Together, we have created a profound bond that has flourished over the years, resulting in more than forty years of a good, happy life rich with shared experiences, love, and laughter that I cherish deeply.

Unconventional Perspectives on Reading
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What’s a book you think deserves a sequel?
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Since I am revealing my true self, I must admit that I’ve never been much of a book reader—shocking, I know! I mean, who wants to get lost in a world of ink and paper when there’s a perfectly good sunlit playground waiting outside? Back in grade school, I remember those summer assignments that demanded we read 5 or whatever dull number of books. A real snooze-fest! While my friends were outside playing tag or zooming around on their bikes like little speed demons, I was stuck in a boring corner, trying to make sense of plots that seemed as far away as the moon. I’d sit there, flipping pages like I was training for the world’s worst flipping page competition, while the sun was doing its best to warm my skin and laughter from the playground taunted me in the background. Looking back, it’s clear that I was yearning for adventure—not the kind found between the covers of a book, but the good old-fashioned kind that comes with scraped knees and dodging the “it” kid!

In high school, in a required class to graduate, you had to read the classics, which often felt like a chore compared to my true passion. During that time, I was deeply interested in cars, spending hours watching races and reading automotive magazines. I lived and breathed hot rods, dreaming of the day I customized my own vehicle. The roar of an engine or the shine of a well-polished chassis ignited a sense of excitement in me that no book ever could. After school, I would rush home to tinker with engines and study the intricacies of car design, always imagining how I could improve the performance of each model that caught my eye. Ultimately, while I appreciated the literature, my heart was always revving in the world of automobiles, where creativity met engineering in thrilling ways.

I never could find the time to read, mostly because my brain has a sneaky habit of going on spontaneous vacation trips while I’m still trying to read the first sentence. I’d open a book, and before I knew it, I was knee-deep in thought about whether I should have cereal or toast for breakfast—definitely a pressing matter! The words would become a jumbled soup, all tangled up like headphones in my pocket, and I’d be left wondering if the plot twist was just my imagination or if I really had just read three pages about a cat named Mr. Whiskers. It felt like a never-ending treadmill of frustration, where the thrill of reading was overshadowed by my own thoughts throwing a wild party. As a result, books pulled a disappearing act on me, turning reading into a chore instead of the joyful adventure it was supposed to be!

I really hope this doesn’t mean I’m getting kicked out of paradise because, honestly, the idea of missing out on a place where everyone is perpetually chill and basks in love sounds downright terrifying—like a birthday party without cake! paradise has always felt like my personal comfort zone, and I can practically hear the angels singing “Rocky Mountain High” on repeat! If my choices have thrown a wrench in my heavenly travel plans, please, just hand me the divine customer service number so I can beg for another life on this earth and a second chance, because the vibe up there is my ultimate goal.

The Dream of Justice

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The dream clung to me like damp fog, vivid and unshakable. In it, I stood on a jagged cliff overlooking a churning sea, the sky bruised purple, heavy with the weight of an impending storm, and the air thick with salt and dread. Below, the ocean roiled violently, and from its depths, massive shadows moved—big fish, monstrous and untouchable, their scales glinting like stolen gold in the eerie twilight. They darted through the waves with an elegance that belied their colossal size, twisting and turning as if in a dance of primal instinct. They weren’t just creatures; they were politicians of power, the kind who’d slipped through nets for decades, leaving chaos in their wake, tales of lost fishermen and sunken boats whispered in frightened tones along the coast. In the dream, I felt an unsettling urgency build within me: a gnawing realization that before my time was up, I’d be destined to see them caught, bound, and dragged to justice, their reign of terror finally ending, and restoring peace to the restless country. 

I woke with the taste of salt on my lips and a fire in my chest, an insatiable yearning igniting my spirit. The world, my world, was no different from that dream-sea, where shadows danced in the depths and whispers of destruction lingered. The big fish were real—men and women in sleek suits, hiding behind glass towers and bought loyalty, their eyes cold and calculating. They were the untouchables: CEOs who’d tanked economies, politicians who’d sold laws for favors, kingpins whose empires thrived on misery while they lounged in their gilded cages. For years, I’d watched them glide past accountability, their smirks sharp as shark teeth, slicing through the fabric of justice as they forged ahead unchallenged. But the dream promised change, a tidal wave of reckoning, and I believed it, feeling the swell of hope building within me like the roar of the ocean, ready to manifest itself into reality and wash away the rot that had taken root. 

I wasn’t alone in this. The dream had sparked something in others, too—a quiet, growing hunger for justice that echoed in the hearts of many. We were ordinary, not heroes: a teacher who inspired young minds, a coder who crafted lines of code that could topple giants, a retired cop weighed down by unsolved cases, and a journalist with a half-dead blog clinging to the remnants of truth. We met in a dingy diner, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and grease, swapping stories of the fish we’d seen slip away, sharing tales of loss and determination. There was Pam, whose brother overdosed on pills pushed by a ruthless pharma giant, a painful reminder of the lives lost in the pursuit of profit; Raj, whose code exposed a tech mogul’s data theft, risking everything to unveil the corrupted truth; and me, a nobody with a knack for digging up dirt, driven by an insatiable desire to bring those in power to account. We called ourselves the Trio, a nod to the dream that bound us—a web of courage and conviction ready to ensnare those who exploited the vulnerable. 

Our first target was Jim Stone, a senator whose empire stood on  bribes and threats, a titan of Congress who had built his wealth on the backs of the vulnerable. His name was whispered in the dream, lingering like a dark cloud, his face flashing on the news as he grinned at charity galas, where he feigned generosity while plotting his next opportunistic move. We didn’t have guns or badges, just patience and purpose, an unyielding resolve to dismantle his empire piece by piece. Raj hacked public records, sifting through endless files and finding trails of dirty money that linked him to various illegal dealings. Pam rallied victims who had suffered under his reign, their stories flooding social media and sparking outrage among local communities. I dug through archives, unearthing a paper trail of corruption that revealed not just his dealings but also the complicity of those meant to uphold the law. The journalist, Rose, wove it all into a story that hit like a harpoon, striking deep into the heart of the public’s consciousness and igniting a movement against the injustices perpetuated by stone’s empire. 

It took months, but Stone finally fell under the weight of investigations that seemed endless. The feds moved in swiftly, cuffs gleaming as cameras flashed, capturing the moment for all to see. His trial was a spectacle—evidence stacked like a pyre, witnesses fearless for once, recounting harrowing tales that spoke of betrayal and greed. Tension filled the courtroom like thick smoke, with hearts racing as the jury deliberated. When the gavel dropped, sentencing him to a harsh fifty years, the diner erupted in cheers, patrons raising glasses high as if toasting to justice. We weren’t done, though; the dream whispered of more fish, bigger ones, still swimming free in the depths of the shadows, beckoning us with the promise of their elusive presence. Each of us felt the pull, an unquenchable thirst for what lay ahead, knowing that the world of intrigue and deceit had merely paused, waiting for our next move. 

By day, I’m still a nobody, filing papers, paying bills, and navigating the mundane realities of life. But at night, I dream of the sea again, the vast, endless horizon calling to me, the big fish thrashing in nets we’ve woven with care and determination. Each arrest, each sentence, feels like a wave crashing closer to shore, pulling me deeper into the currents of my purpose. My time on this earth isn’t over yet, and neither is the hunt; I can feel the thrill of the chase pulsing through my veins. The dream promised justice, a chance to right the wrongs that weigh heavily upon my conscience, and I’ll see it through—one fish at a time, each capture tightening the net of resolution I’ve cast around my ambitions. 

A STORY FROM “TALES OF TOMT2.0 BOOK 4 link https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FMJJJHR2

Discovering A Perfect Home: A Personal Journey
Daily writing prompt
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
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I have been to almost every state in the union, exploring the unique landscapes and vibrant cultures that each one offers. Except for Alaska, Kentucky, and North Dakota, I have also visited several countries in Europe, including Germany, where I marveled at the historical architecture, Switzerland, with its breathtaking alpine scenery, Hungary, rich in thermal baths and ruin bars, Austria, which captivated me with its classical music heritage, and Italy, where the cuisine and art brought my senses to life. I was born and raised in the Denver metro area, surrounded by the majestic Rocky Mountains, and I have no desire to live in any other part of the world. Yes, we have our issues, however a vibrant community, the beautiful natural surroundings, and the high quality of life here make me feel content and fulfilled. I am truly happy where I am, period.

Navigating Life’s Chaos for Personal Growth
Daily writing prompt
Is a little chaos actually good for us?
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A little chaos is not just good for us humans — it’s like a secret ingredient in our recipe for survival! This delightful messiness keeps us on our toes, making us navigate through life’s curveballs like a cat on a Roomba. Embracing chaos is like hitting the “magic” button on our learning machine, transforming us into wise sages (or maybe just slightly less confused beings) as we bond with ourselves and our fellow humans. In fact, those zany moments of turmoil often send our true potential rocketing to the surface, allowing us to whip up creative solutions and strut out of the chaos even more adaptable and ready to tackle whatever life throws at us next!

I am a strong believer that one of the main reasons we spend time on this earth is to learn. This journey of learning not only shapes our perspectives but also enriches our experiences. Chaos, in all its unpredictable forms, is an important part of this learning process. It challenges our resilience and pushes us out of our comfort zones, allowing us to discover strengths and insights we never knew we had. Embracing the chaos often leads to profound personal growth, enabling us to navigate through life with greater wisdom and understanding.

Creative Ways to Enhance Your Sleep Routine
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What do you do to improve your sleep?
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Improving my sleep has become my newest hobby, mostly because my other hobbies (snacking, worrying, and reorganizing the junk drawer) weren’t helping. So I’ve developed a system. A dumb system. A system so dumb it loops back around and becomes almost impressive. For starters, I now perform a nightly ritual where I open the refrigerator and stare into it like it’s a portal to another dimension. I don’t take anything out. I don’t put anything in. I just stand there, letting the cold air hit my face while I contemplate whether leftover potato salad can teach me inner peace. It can’t. But the staring helps.

I’ve also decided my mattress needs “rotation,” which is a fancy way of saying If I flip it around and pretend I’ve accomplished something. The mattress is roughly the weight of a small elk, so the process is less “refreshing sleep hygiene” and more “accidental strength training.” After, I feel proud, even though the mattress feels exactly the same and my spine continues to complain.

Then there are the pillows. I now sleep with five of them, each serving a purpose I made up on the spot. One is for my head. One is for emotional support. One is to keep the emotional support pillow from getting too clingy. One is a mystery pillow whose origins I cannot explain. And one immediately falls to the floor and stays there until morning, fulfilling its destiny. I don’t know if this improves my sleep, but it does make my bed look like a low‑budget pillow fort.

Breathing exercises were supposed to help, too. I tried that inhale‑hold‑exhale routine everyone talks about. I inhaled for four seconds, held for seven, and then got distracted thinking about lasagna. By the time I remembered I was supposed to exhale, the moment had passed. I’m pretty sure the point is to try, though, and I did try, so I’m counting it as progress.

Eventually I lie down and attempt actual sleep. This is when my brain decides to host its nightly talent show. It asks important questions like “Did you lock the door?” and “What if raccoons can pick locks?” and “Why do humans have toes?” It also enjoys replaying embarrassing moments from decades ago, just to keep things spicy. But eventually, somehow, I drift off — not gracefully, more like a tranquilized moose collapsing in a meadow.

In the morning, I wake up feeling refreshed until I realize I’ve slept diagonally across the bed like a confused starfish. Still, I consider it an improvement. My sleep may not be perfect, but it’s better than it was, and at least now I have a system. A dumb system. But a system nonetheless.

IF YOU BELIEVE THIS, YOU MAY BE A CANIDATE FOR THIS BRIDGE I HAVE FOR SALE.

Accepting Reality
Daily writing prompt
Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on!
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5000 average human steps translate to about 2 to 2.5 miles, which might sound like a casual stroll for some. But for a gentleman over the age of 80, that distance can feel like traversing the Sahara! As the years roll by, our bodies seem to develop their own set of quirky challenges like muscle strength that takes more vacations than you do, joints that creak like an old wooden ship, and health conditions that would make a doctor raise an eyebrow. Throw in little mental gymnastics, as seniors often become paranoid about potential spills or fatigue that feels like it’s wearing a “Do Not Disturb” sign, and you’ve got a whole comedy show in motion! So, while walking is crucial for keeping those legs moving, it’s best to tackle those mile goals with a pinch of humor and perhaps a little bit of superhero support!

However, I do the best I can.

Transform Negative Thoughts into Personal Growth
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What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?
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Negative thoughts can slip in like uninvited guests, but the key is to acknowledge them without giving them control. Recognizing a thought as merely a passing event—like “I’m having the thought that I’m falling behind”—creates space to breathe and ground yourself in reality, whether it’s the feel of your feet on the floor or the sound of a bird. From there, gently check the thought with curiosity and redirect your focus to reflect your values, such as kindness or learning. Even small actions like a stretch or a sip of water can disrupt the spiral. Negative thoughts will come, but they don’t have to dominate; meet them with steadiness and compassion, remembering they are just thoughts, not truth.

Throughout life you are constantly learning. Negative thoughts are an inherent part of the learning process, and your education continues throughout your life. These thoughts often emerge during difficult situations, representing a natural response to unfamiliar experiences and uncertainties. Acknowledging these feelings can provide profound insights into your cognitive patterns and emotional reactions. By understanding that negative thoughts are commonplace and essential to growth, you can alter your perspective and utilize them as catalysts for personal development. This ongoing journey of learning fosters resilience, effective problem-solving, and adaptability, ultimately transforming you into a more robust and resourceful individual.