I could trust strangers more than I do, as it often feels like there is an innate hesitation within me that prevents me from opening up completely. This lack of trust can sometimes lead to missed opportunities for genuine connections and friendships. If I could learn to set aside my reservations and embrace the unfamiliar, I believe I would discover a world full of interesting people whose experiences and perspectives could enrich my life significantly.

Or I may become a victim of a crime, which is a concerning thought in today’s world. There are a lot of dangerous people out there, lurking in the shadows, ready to take advantage of those who may be unsuspecting or vulnerable. It’s a harsh reality that shapes the way we navigate our daily lives, always keeping an eye out for potential threats while hoping to remain safe. The fear of encountering such individuals can be overwhelming, making it essential to stay alert and aware of my surroundings at all times.

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What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

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I am over eighty, but my passion for storytelling keeps me vibrant and engaged with life, and my career plan is to write as long as possible. I constantly post on two websites, sharing my thoughts and reflections with an audience eager to connect. I have taken the time to pen a 287-page memoir, a journey through my life that serves as both a reflection and a celebration of my experiences. In addition to that, I have published thirteen issues of Ramblings Magazine, each filled with insights and anecdotes that resonate with my readers. My new endeavor is a foray into writing short stories, which I am assembling into a delightful paperback format that I fondly refer to as my bathroom books. These little collections are perfect for reading while sitting and waiting for nature to take its course, allowing for moments of quiet reflection and literary escape. If it wasn’t for writing, I would be old and bored stiff, but thankfully, the written word provides me with endless joy and purpose, continuously fueling my creativity and connection with the world.

My paperback books are on Amazon.com Tales of TomT 2.0 LINK I am almost finished with book Two. Kindle or paper back

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What is your career plan?

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Town Hall Arts Center (THAC) is Denver’s most intimate live theater located on Historic Main Street in Downtown Littleton, Colorado. They are an intimate 260-seat Littleton theater and landmark for the three-block shopping district

December 15, 2024, was the last live performance we saw, a magical afternoon that featured the timeless show “Miracle on 34th Street.” Littleton Town Hall Arts Center, a charming and intimate theatre nestled in our community, has been our beloved destination for over fifteen years, providing us with countless opportunities to immerse ourselves in the arts. As season ticket holders, we’ve cherished our front-row seats, where we can fully appreciate the talents of the actors and the nuances of each production. Throughout the years, we’ve created many enjoyable memories at this friendly local theatre, from laughing at the comedic moments to being moved by heartfelt performances, all surrounded by a warm and welcoming atmosphere that feels just like home. Each visit not only entertains but also strengthens our connection to the local arts scene, making it an integral part of our lives.

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What was the last live performance you saw?

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I attend HOA meetings regularly to stay informed about community issues and contribute to important discussions regarding our neighborhood’s development and maintenance. These gatherings provide an excellent platform for residents to voice their concerns, share ideas, and collaborate with fellow homeowners on initiatives aimed at enhancing our living environment. Additionally, by participating actively, I aim to foster a sense of community and ensure that our collective interests are represented in decision-making processes.

I go to Sunday services, a time when the community gathers to reflect, renew, and reconnect with one another and with our spirituality. Each week, the familiar chants and hymns fill the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and belonging. As I sit among friends and family, I am reminded of the powerful messages shared by our leaders, which inspire us to lead our lives with kindness and purpose. The rituals, though traditional, offer a refreshing pause in our hectic lives, and motivated to carry that positivity into the week ahead.

I eat at local restaurants, where I enjoy exploring the unique flavors and culinary traditions that each place offers. The cozy atmosphere and the opportunity to engage with the passionate chefs and staff enhance my dining experience, making it not just about the food, but also about connecting with the community.

I often walk around the neighborhood, enjoying the fresh air and the vibrant surroundings, while engaging in friendly conversations with my neighbors about their lives, recent happenings, and shared interests.

Exercise at the local Recreation center can be an excellent way to improve both physical fitness and mental well-being, providing a variety of activities ranging from swimming and weightlifting to group classes. The center not only offers state-of-the-art equipment but also features knowledgeable staff who can assist with personalized fitness plans tailored to individual goals. Additionally, regular participation in activities at the recreation center promotes community engagement and social interaction, fostering relationships with fellow fitness enthusiasts. Whether it be setting new personal bests or simply enjoying a friendly game of basketball, the local Recreation center serves as a hub for a healthier lifestyle and a vibrant community atmosphere.

In conclusion, I always strive to be friendly and approachable to those around me, ensuring that I create a warm and welcoming atmosphere in our community. However, I firmly believe in respecting the boundaries that exist in our interactions, so I do not aim to be a daily interruption to my neighbors’ private lives. I value the importance of personal space and understand that everyone has their own routines and preferences, which is why I choose to engage with my neighbors in thoughtful and considerate ways, allowing for genuine connections without overstepping any lines.

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What do you do to be involved in the community?

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My favorite brands are private label brands, such as Kroger, Members Mark, Kirkland, and many others that provide excellent quality at competitive prices. Many times, private labels are just the same as name brands, featuring similar ingredients and production methods, yet they are available at a lower price point for various reasons, such as the absence of national advertising expenses and the ability to leverage volume purchases to negotiate better deals with suppliers. This cost-effectiveness allows consumers to enjoy substantial savings while still enjoying products that meet their quality expectations. Furthermore, the growing popularity of private label brands has led to innovative offerings, bringing unique products to the market that often outperform traditional name-brand items, making them a smart choice for budget-conscious shoppers.

During my young career days, I worked in wholesale distribution, where I was introduced to the fascinating world of private label products. In this role, we had the opportunity to purchase items from well-known national brands, effectively bridging the gap between high-quality goods and affordability. The beauty of these products was that they maintained the same specifications and packaging as the original brands; however, they bore a different private label name that appealed to budget-conscious customers. This strategic approach not only allowed us to offer customers significant savings, but it also demonstrated how branding could be reimagined without compromising on quality. Essentially, we provided the same trusted products at a much cheaper price, effectively catering to a diverse range of buyers looking for value without sacrificing their standards.

This was in the seventies and eighties, and I am assuming that this practice is still used today.

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What are your favorite brands and why?

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Yes, I vote in political elections. Even though I may seem small in the grand picture of elections, it is my duty to participate. If I don’t vote, I lose the right to complain about how things are in our country. Voting is an important part of being a citizen, as every vote helps shape our society. By voting, I can express my views on issues that affect my community, ensuring that our leaders are held responsible for their choices. My involvement is a way to resist apathy, encouraging not just myself but others to stand up for what we believe in. Ultimately, voting isn’t just a right; it’s a privilege that shows how everyone can make a difference, no matter how insignificant they may feel.

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Do you vote in political elections?

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Since I am near my journey of life to come to an end, I find myself reflecting on the myriad of experiences that have shaped me into who I am today. The time may be tomorrow or ten years from now; each moment seems fleeting yet profound in its own way. As I look back, I see not only the joyous moments but also the challenges that have tested my spirit and resilience. I ponder the legacy I will leave behind and the stories that will linger in the hearts of those I cherish. Only time will tell how this chapter will conclude, but for now, I strive to embrace each day with gratitude and an open heart.

Many things gave me direction in life. My parents and spiritual religious training were the primary factors in my young age, instilling in me values of compassion, integrity, and perseverance. Their guidance shaped my understanding of the world and encouraged me to seek a deeper meaning in my actions. Beyond just teachings, the experiences shared during family gatherings and moments of reflection on spiritual teachings created a strong foundation, allowing me to navigate challenges with resilience and purpose. As I grew older, I began to recognize how these early influences not only directed my choices but also inspired me to strive for personal growth and a greater connection with those around me.

As my journey progressed, the multitude of experiences I encountered—military service that instilled discipline and camaraderie, the joys and challenges of marriage, the heart-wrenching moments of divorce, the pursuit of fulfilling employment, the struggles of unemployment, the reflective phase of retirement, and a near-death experience that profoundly shifted my perspective—gave me direction through various segments of my life, guiding me to appreciate the nuances of resilience, the importance of relationships, and the invaluable lessons learned from both triumphs and tribulations that shaped the person I am today.

Now, since I am retired and near journeys end, my direction in life is just to be myself, embracing the freedom that comes with this new chapter. I find joy in simple pleasures like sipping my morning coffee while watching the sunrise, reflecting on the memories I’ve made over the years and the lessons learned along the way. This phase allows me to explore new hobbies, reconnect with old friends, and savor the beauty of each day without the pressures of a hectic schedule, which often seemed overwhelming during my working years. It’s a time for self-discovery, where I can truly delve into my passions and appreciate the small moments that make life rich and fulfilling, whether it’s tending to my garden, taking leisurely walks in nature, or getting lost in cyber space. I am expressing and sharing this in my blogging, hoping to inspire others to appreciate the joys of life and embrace their own journeys with open hearts and minds. Through my words, I connect with a broader community, exchanging stories and gaining insights that enrich my experiences further, making this chapter not only about reflection but also about connection and growth.

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What gives you direction in life?

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I have spent maybe two thirds of life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but, one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home. There was nobody around and I was just having some silent time to my own. Then this loud voice came out and spoke. “Tom stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” After that event I have decided to just be myself. Since that time, I been at peace since and am actually enjoying just being myself. I even like myself. This is one positive change I have made in my life.

Unfortunately, this event did not happen until I was in my sixties, a time when I thought I had already formed my identity. Therefore, I spent many years of my life trying to be somebody that I wasn’t meant to be, conforming to the expectations set by society, family, and even my peers. I often wore a mask that concealed my true self, believing that by doing so, I would find acceptance and success. As the years passed, I felt increasingly like a stranger in my own life, longing for the freedom to embrace who I really was, and reflecting on the choices I made, I realized that the journey to authenticity was one I had delayed far too long.

The question is more than a simple inquiry; it gets to the heart of your identity. Are you being yourself and accepting your unique traits, or are you trying to fit in and be someone else for the sake of acceptance or validation? I discovered that I am now very happy just being myself.

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Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

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When I am awake, I become acutely aware of the vibrant world around me, where every sound and sight dances in harmony, igniting my senses and filling my mind with a multitude of thoughts and possibilities. The warmth of the sunlight streaming through my window gently nudges me into a state of alertness, compelling me to embrace the day ahead with enthusiasm and anticipation.

Dear writing prompt.

You are starting to react like you are AI generated,

Answer which is quite fascinating considering the rapid advancements in technology and artificial intelligence. As these systems evolve, they often begin to exhibit behaviors and responses that mimic human-like interactions, blurring the lines between genuine consciousness and programmed responses. This phenomenon raises intriguing questions about the nature of intelligence and the future of our interactions with machines. It invites us to contemplate what it truly means to be sentient and how we define authenticity in an age where algorithms can simulate emotional responses and engage in conversations that feel remarkably real.

Comment from me, but you didn’t state whether you are AI generated or not.

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When do you feel most productive?

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On February 7, 2023, I found myself in a life-threatening situation when doctors discovered a gigantic blood clot lodged between my lungs. The severity of my condition was daunting, and the medical team quickly explained that I had three potential options to safely remove the clot. First, they suggested using medication, which might gradually dissolve the clot over time, but this approach could take a considerable duration and carried its own risks. Second, they proposed a more invasive procedure under full anesthesia, where they would access the clot through my groin and attempt to remove it directly. This method, while effective, also had significant risks associated with anesthesia. Lastly, the third option was similar to the second, but I would remain awake during the procedure. The doctors assured me that, in their experience, this method had yielded the best outcomes for patients in similar situations. Feeling a mix of fear and determination, I weighed my options carefully. Ultimately, I took the risk and chose the third option, hoping for a successful resolution to a terrifying ordeal.

Well, I took the risk on the third option, and because of that risk, I have experienced over two years of bonus time on this earth, a period filled with unexpected adventures, meaningful connections, and personal growth. This decision opened up new horizons that I never anticipated, allowing me to explore places I dreamed of visiting, engage in profound conversations with remarkable individuals, and discover passions that ignited my spirit. Each moment felt like a precious gift, reminding me of the beauty of embracing uncertainty and the amazing things that can come from stepping outside of my comfort zone.

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When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

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Taking the risk on a second marriage is a risk I will never regret, as it has transformed my life in the most beautiful ways. We have been happily married for over thirty years now, building a life filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. Every day, we create new memories that strengthen our bond, and I often reflect on how fortunate I am to have found a partner who truly understands me and allows me to be myself. This marriage is one that everyone dreams about, showcasing not just the joy of companionship but also the journey of overcoming past challenges together, which has enriched our lives immeasurably.

When I married the first time, I thought that one married until death do us part. I was in for a big surprise though, as the reality of marriage proved to be far more complex than I had anticipated. I thought everything was going well; we had two wonderful boys, a cozy home, a reliable car, and I had a good job that allowed us to provide for our family comfortably. However, I then received the shock of my life when my wife, whom I had believed to be my partner for life, revealed to me that she felt things were not working out. In an unexpected turn of events, it felt as though my wife had transformed into a version of herself that I hardly recognized, almost as if she was living a life separate from our family, focusing more on her own needs and desires. After enduring a year of emotional turmoil, we finally came to the painful decision to file for divorce. This process brought with it not just emotional heartache but also substantial financial strain, making divorce one of the most expensive events in my life, both in terms of money and the emotional toll it took on my family and me.

My future wife also experienced the same type of shocking experience ending her first marriage, which unfolded unexpectedly and left a profound impact on her life; the emotional turmoil she faced during that time shaped her perspective on relationships and ultimately prepared her for the strong and loving future ahead of her.

We met in a divorce support group, a gathering filled with stories of heartbreak and resilience, where we slowly began to heal from our pasts. Over time, we picked ourselves up, learning the importance of self-love and support. After ten years of friendship, understanding, and growth, we decided to give marriage another try, recognizing that we had both transformed significantly since our previous experiences. I do not regret this risk one bit; in fact, I believe it was an essential step toward a deeper connection built on trust and mutual respect, and I look forward to what the future holds for us.

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Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

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I equate nervous to stress. As I age, it is harder and harder to deal with stress, which seems to compound over time. The once manageable pressures of daily life now feel overwhelming, and I often find myself reflecting on how my responses have changed. There are times when even small challenges can trigger a wave of anxiety, making it difficult to focus on what truly matters. The weight of expectations, both self-imposed and from those around me, adds to the strain, highlighting a need for effective coping mechanisms to navigate the complexities of my emotions in this ever-evolving landscape of life.

Thinking about being late creates stress for me, a feeling that often lingers in my mind long before I actually need to leave. I hate to be late, even just a few minutes, as it feels like I’m disrespecting not only my time but also the time of others waiting for me. Punctuality matters greatly to me because it symbolizes responsibility and consideration. The anxiety builds when I foresee potential delays, causing me to plan my schedule meticulously. Whether it’s for a meeting, a dinner with friends, or any other commitment, the possibility of tardiness weighs heavily, making me triple-check the clock and my route, ensuring I leave with ample time to spare.

Driving is now stressful, especially with the chaotic environment that surrounds me. The cars around me just drive too fast, zipping past as if they are in a race, and weave in and out of the lanes with little regard for safety. I find myself gripping the steering wheel tighter with each passing vehicle, unable to relax as I navigate through the unpredictable flow of traffic. The constant honking and the glaring lights of oncoming cars add to the anxiety, making every journey feel like a daunting challenge rather than a simple commute. It’s as if the roads have become a battleground, where patience is a rarity and stress has become the norm.

When the laptop updates or the internet is not functioning, I get visions of being isolated from the world, as if I am cut off from the vibrant connections that technology offers. In those moments of disconnection, a wave of anxiety washes over me, amplifying the silence around me and making me acutely aware of how dependent I have become on these digital platforms for communication, information, and social interaction. It feels like I am trapped in a bubble, removed from the pulse of life, unable to reach out to friends or access the multitude of resources available online. My thoughts wander to the countless ways the internet has woven itself into the fabric of my daily existence, and I can’t help but wonder how I ever navigated the world before this digital age. The idea of being completely unplugged sends a shiver down my spine, revealing the complexities of our modern reliance on technology for connection and engagement.

Sure, doctors’ appointments and job interviews always stressed me out, as they often brought about feelings of anxiety and self-doubt; the thought of being judged or having to interact with strangers in high-stakes situations made my heart race and my palms sweat. I would often overthink every possible outcome, constantly worrying if I was adequately prepared or if I would make a good impression. Even the simplest of appointments felt overwhelming, and I found myself coming up with excuses to avoid them, wishing I could find a way to navigate these moments without the weight of stress hanging over me.

In conclusion, aging is just a part of life, and while it brings its own set of challenges, it also offers opportunities for personal growth and reflection. However, the events we experience as we age can create new stress and contribute to that empty feeling of being nervous. Whether it’s dealing with health issues, adjusting to changes in our social circles, or facing the pressures of everyday responsibilities, these factors can weigh heavily on us. It’s crucial to acknowledge these feelings and understand that they are a natural response to the evolving stages of life. By finding healthy coping mechanisms and seeking support when needed, we can navigate through these transitions with greater ease, allowing us to appreciate the journey of aging while also addressing the stresses it may bring.

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What makes you nervous?

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After a demanding day, I embrace the role of a couch potato. That means I strive to do as little as possible, allowing myself to unwind completely. I often turn on the TV or delve into a collection of prerecorded programs that require minimal mental engagement. These shows, often lighthearted comedies or captivating reality series, provide the perfect backdrop for relaxation. I find comfort in their familiarity, and it’s not uncommon for me to drift off to sleep, especially during the quieter moments of the recording, sometimes even missing key plot points. Despite this, the experience of lounging on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, is a cherished ritual that helps me recharge for the day ahead.

Back in 2005, I embarked on my blogging journey at yourhub.com, a unique social media platform associated with the now defunct Rocky Mountain News. This innovative site allowed users to write and publish articles, creating a space where voices could be heard. If your story was selected by the editorial team, it found its way into a Thursday insert, which was a part of the printed morning newspaper, a thrilling experience for any aspiring writer. To my delight, they picked my first article, which ignited a passion for storytelling that would last far beyond my initial expectations. This incredible opportunity set in motion over 20 years of blogging, during which I honed my craft and developed my unique voice. I ventured into various writing projects, including self-publishing books and creating diverse content across multiple platforms. Over the years, I have accumulated a wealth of experience, allowing me to express my thoughts and opinions freely and confidently. The decision to start this journey undeniably helped me learn, grow, and connect with a community that shares my enthusiasm for storytelling and self-expression.

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Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

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My favorite restaurant is Dee’s Cafe. It is warm and friendly, creating an inviting atmosphere that makes you feel at home the moment you step inside. The decor is charming, with cozy seating and vibrant colors that give it a unique character. The only time it is crowded is during the holidays, when families gather to enjoy a delightful meal together. The cooking is terrific and always tasty, with a diverse menu that showcases both comfort food and seasonal specialties crafted from fresh, local ingredients. The travel time is very short, making it a convenient option for a spontaneous dinner or a planned outing, and parking is never a problem, allowing guests to arrive without any stress. I have known the cook for over forty years, and we get along very well; our friendship has grown over countless shared meals and laughter, and always knows how to accommodate my favorite dishes, making each visit even more special.

Yes, I am writing about Dee’s Cafe, and the owner is my wife. It is amazing that I am not over 250 pounds the way she feeds me, with her incredible culinary skills and passion for creating delicious meals that tantalize the taste buds. From the moment you walk into the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods envelops you, making it hard to resist indulging in her daily specials. Hopefully, we will have many more years of dining together, savoring the delightful dishes she prepares, and sharing all the conversations we have about the events and situations in our life together, reflecting on cherished memories and dreaming of future adventures. Each meal is not just about the food but also about the love and warmth that fills the space, making Dee’s Cafe a true heartwarming corner of our lives.

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What is your favorite restaurant?

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Where will I be ten years from now? That is a difficult question to answer, and it often occupies my thoughts as I reflect on my life. Since I am over eighty years old, I may be beyond life on this earth, perhaps embarking on a new journey in the great unknown that awaits us all. I may be in the same place as I am now, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, reminiscing about the cherished memories that have defined my existence. Alternatively, I could find myself in an assisted living facility, waiting for my time to be up, where I would be among others who share similar experiences and stories. Such a place could provide me with companionship and care, as I navigate the twilight years of my life. The uncertainty of the future weighs heavily on my mind, filled with both anxiety and hope—an unpredictable tapestry woven with the threads of time and the choices made along the way.

I know one thing for sure since I had a near-death experience over two years ago, an extraordinary event that profoundly changed my perspective on life and existence. During that brief moment, I experienced a short preview of time after life, a glimpse into what may lie beyond our current understanding. This revelation instilled in me a sense of peace and acceptance, as I am now ready for the inevitable to come, whether it arrives tomorrow, in ten years, or at some point beyond my imagination. Each day feels more meaningful as I navigate my life with the knowledge that our time here is finite, and I strive to embrace the present, fostering connections with loved ones and savoring every moment, all while carrying the awareness that the end is simply another chapter of the journey we all must face.

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Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

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My five simple things that brings happy times.

1. Waking up. After all, when you’re over eighty, just managing to open your eyes counts as a victory!
2. Watching my wife wake up is like waiting for a pot of water to boil—there’s a lot of anticipation, a little grumbling, and eventually, we both realize it’s time for coffee!
3. A steaming cup of coffee: because staying awake for sixty years is truly an extreme sport, requiring a level of stamina, dedication, and sheer willpower that few can muster!
4. Waking up another day and realizing my only health issue is deciding what to write about today! The sun streaming through the window brings a sense of warmth and possibility, as I sit with my steaming cup of coffee, pondering the endless topics that swirl in my mind, eager to be transformed into words on the page.
5. Going to bed and thanking the Lord for another day on this earth, reflecting on the blessings received, the lessons learned, and the opportunities that await with the dawn of a new day.

Life has been good!

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What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

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It is something I didn’t fully learn in high school. However, it was during the formative years of high school when I began to understand its significance and complexity. I witnessed how it shaped my experiences and influenced my interests, leading me to learn valuable lessons that became integral to my personal growth. Through various challenges and interactions with peers and teachers, I gradually realized the depth of this knowledge and its impact on my future endeavors.

Everyone wanted to drive. It was the first step to independence from your parents and a giant leap toward becoming self-sufficient, marking the beginning of a critical learning process when you would eventually be on your own. The open road beckoned with the promise of freedom and adventure, enabling young drivers to explore new places, make spontaneous decisions, and discover their own identities apart from their family. Each lesson learned behind the wheel was not just about mastering the technicalities of driving, but also about gaining confidence, responsibility, and the ability to navigate life’s challenges independently.

I received my learner’s permit on my sixteenth birthday, a milestone that filled me with excitement and anticipation, and just eleven days later, I bravely took the driving test and passed with flying colors, a feat made possible with the encouragement and guidance of my father. Before I reached this significant age, Dad would allow me to drive around the city during our outings, instilling in me a sense of independence and responsibility behind the wheel. We also had a wonderful family friend who lived on a farm, and our visits there became treasured adventures where I could navigate the rolling paths and winding routes amidst the vast fields of crops, feeling the thrill of freedom that driving provided. Driving home, Dad would gradually hand over the steering wheel to me on the freeway, allowing me to experience the rush of speeding along such a significant route until we approached the city, at which point he would take over to ensure a safe arrival. Naturally, the laws and regulations governing driving in the fifties were not as strict or comprehensive as they are today, which allowed for a certain level of freedom and exploration that many young drivers today might not fully understand; those were days filled with laughter, lessons, and experiences that one never forgets, shaping the core of my fondest teenage memories as I took my first steps into adulthood.

I cherish my dad deeply for his unwavering support in my journey of growth and for imparting invaluable lessons that are beyond the reach of any classroom.

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Describe something you learned in high school.

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The most positive change I made in my life is just being myself, embracing my unique qualities and characteristics without fear of judgment. By letting go of the need to conform to others’ expectations, I found the freedom to express my true thoughts and feelings, which has led to more authentic relationships. This newfound confidence has allowed me to pursue my passions wholeheartedly, celebrate my individuality, and inspire others to do the same, creating a ripple effect of positivity and self-acceptance around me.

For most of my life, I heard “you should be like so and so,” that constant refrain that acted as a backdrop to my formative years. Growing up, these words echoed from parents, teachers, and peers alike, often cloaked in the desire to guide me toward success and conformity. It seemed as if everyone had a blueprint for what I should aspire to become, and the pressure to fit that mold was unrelenting. Despite the well-meaning intentions behind these comparisons, I often found myself wrestling with my identity, torn between who I was and who I was expected to be. Each comparison, while sometimes motivating, more often left me feeling suffocated by the weight of others’ expectations. It wasn’t until I began to embrace my individuality that I realized the importance of defining success on my own terms, rather than merely mirroring the paths of those around me.

Now I am at ease, and I am just being myself, embracing who I truly am and the individuality that comes with it. It’s a liberating feeling, and I actually like myself, with all my quirks and imperfections. I find joy in the little things, appreciating the moments that make each day unique, and I’ve learned to celebrate my strengths while acknowledging my weaknesses. This journey of self-acceptance has allowed me to connect more deeply with others, fostering relationships built on authenticity and understanding.

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Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

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I have never been a book reader. I guess I was too hyper in my growing-up years to sit down and read a book. I would sit down to read, flipping through the pages with the intention of immersing myself in the story, but soon my mind would start to wander, darting off to thoughts about my friends, games I wanted to play, and the countless adventures waiting for me outside. It was as if the words on the page were mere background noise, and although I would be physically reading, my thoughts were elsewhere, imagining scenarios far more exciting than the one right in front of me. This struggle made it challenging for me to dive into narratives, leaving me with a nagging feeling that perhaps I was missing out on something special, an entire world that captivated others while I remained outside, restless and distracted.

My brother was and still is an avid reader, known for his insatiable curiosity and love for literature. I don’t know how many thousands of books he has read, as his shelves overflow with titles ranging from classic novels to contemporary non-fiction. Every time I visit him, I am amazed at the stacks of books he has accumulated over the years, each one carrying its own unique story and insights. I am beginning to wonder if he received the reading genes that I should have received, as I find it challenging to immerse myself in books the way he does. Perhaps there is something in his nature that drives him to explore different worlds through the pages, while I often struggle to focus for even short bursts of time. It’s a mystery to me how he manages to absorb so much knowledge and enjoyment from reading, whereas my attempts often feel like fleeting moments rather than an enduring passion.

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What book could you read over and over again?

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For about sixty-five years of my life, I have often been subjected to the same repetitive advice from various people, many times hearing, “Tom, you should be more like your brother, or you should be more like Johnny,” and so on and so forth. This unsolicited guidance felt like a constant echo in my mind, leading me to believe that my true self was somehow inadequate. I tried, in numerous ways, to mold myself into someone I am not, adopting the traits and behaviors that I thought would gain me approval or affection. However, this endeavor only deepened my internal conflict, creating a dissonance between who I genuinely am and who I was trying to become. In the end, this struggle to live up to others’ expectations weighed heavily on my spirit, teaching me valuable lessons about the importance of self-acceptance and authenticity.

During some private time while taking a walk around the neighborhood green belt, enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of nature, I suddenly heard a voice say to me, “Tom, stop trying to be someone else!” I looked around, scanning the area for anyone nearby who might have spoken, but there was no one in sight. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sun filtered through the leaves, creating a serene atmosphere. The voice continued, “Tom, you were created to be yourself, just be yourself! Embrace your unique qualities and let go of the fear of judgment. Remember, the world needs your authentic presence; don’t hide behind a facade. Allow your true self to shine, for that is where your strength lies!”

I took this as a message I should be myself. Embracing my true identity has allowed me to break free from the constraints of societal expectations and pressures that once weighed heavily on my shoulders. Since then, I have been myself, fully accepting my quirks and imperfections, and this realization has removed an untold amount of guilt off my conscience. I no longer hold onto the fear of judgment or the desire to fit into a mold that never suited me. From now on, I am just being myself, confident in the knowledge that authenticity brings a sense of peace, connection, and purpose that I had long sought. This journey towards self-acceptance has not only transformed my inner dialogue but has also positively influenced my interactions with others, fostering deeper relationships built on honesty and openness.

I can only lament that it took me sixty-five long years to finally receive this message!

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If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

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The Olympics used to be my jam, the Super Bowl of my childhood! Picture this: I’d plop myself in front of the TV, utterly captivated by athletes defying gravity, heartwarming underdog tales, and epic human victories that made my daily life feel like a lukewarm cup of coffee. It was like the world threw a giant party, showcasing how we all could transform into superheroes—at least until my couch became my permanent throne! But then, like a magician that vanished into thin air, that sparkle fizzled out for me. Now, I don’t watch the Olympics at all—and let me tell you, it’s one less reason to workout, because the only gold I’m chasing is the one in my pantry!

First off, the whole thing resembles more of a corporate circus than an authentic sporting event. Every four years (or two, if you consider the Winter Games), the International Olympic Committee (IOC) unveils a multi-billion-dollar spectacle, inundating us with a barrage of sponsorships, ads, and branding. Sure, the athletes might be breaking records, but the real winners appear to be the corporations profiting from every fleeting moment of airtime. Coca-Cola, Visa, Airbnb—you name it, their logos are plastered everywhere. It’s challenging to feel invested in a runner’s personal best when the screen is overwhelmed by a fast-food chain cashing in on their success for profit.

Then there’s the politics—ah yes, the never-ending circus! I get it—sports and geopolitics have been best buddies since forever. Who could forget those Cold War medal counts? It’s like an Olympic edition of “Survivor,” complete with boycotts and flag-waving drama. But these days, it’s like every Olympics comes with a side of propaganda fries! You’ve got the host country bulging its muscles for the cameras while athletes are dodging cultural landmines left and right. Honestly, I didn’t sign up for debates about doping scandals, national anthems, or who’s kneeling for what. I just wanted to watch someone sprint like the wind or defy gravity—not find myself in the front row of an international soap opera!

The financial implications are significant and troubling. Host cities invest billions in the construction of stadiums and related infrastructure, only for a substantial portion of that investment to deteriorate following the closing ceremony. The situation in Rio 2016 serves as a stark example—venues now lie in disrepair and the local economy is in a worse position than it was prior to the Games. Similarly, Athens 2004 continues to display abandoned facilities that detract from the urban landscape. Meanwhile, the International Olympic Committee enjoys substantial revenue while taxpayers bear the financial burden, all for what ultimately amounts to two weeks of entertainment. It is difficult to support an athlete when the event appears to be primarily a financial drain that benefits a select few at the top.

And don’t get me started on the coverage! It’s like a never-ending soap opera about an athlete’s sick grandma or their childhood pet hamster that somehow took center stage. Seriously, folks, I don’t need a 10-minute tearjerker about a swimmer’s pet turtle to care about the 100-meter freestyle—just let me see the splashy action! The commentators dissect every single move like they’re analyzing a Shakespearean play, and the replays are so slow that I forget if I’m watching a race or a slow-mo audition for a dramatic documentary. It’s like trying to enjoy a roller coaster while someone keeps hitting the pause button—exhausting!

Finally, there exists a profound hypocrisy. The Olympics proclaim values of “unity” and “peace,” yet the reality is far more complex. Persistent doping violations, corruption scandals within the IOC, and athletes from economically disadvantaged nations who receive little opportunity due to insufficient funding—all contribute to a system that is fundamentally inequitable, masquerading as a meritocracy. I find greater value in observing a local track meet, where the stakes are tangible and the competition is less compromised.

So yeah, I’m outta here! I’ll just grab the highlights on my burner phone if something crazy goes down, but plopping myself in front of the overcooked, flashy Olympic circus? No thanks! I’d rather spend my precious time watching classic movies that don’t feel like a constant sales pitch for a one-hit-wonder or a glittery new toaster.

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What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

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I tested positive February 8th for Covid, which was somewhat unexpected given how we’ve all adapted over the past few years. Procedures and attitudes have really changed since years ago, with a heightened awareness of health and safety measures permeating daily life. I went to urgent care because I had a sore throat. I am thinking I may have Strep Throat since I have had this ailment many times in my life. It’s frustrating to navigate through these overlapping illnesses, especially when the signs can sometimes be misleading. Strep Throat is a bacterial infection that requires prompt attention, and I would need a prescription to get an antibiotic to ensure that I can recover quickly and prevent any potential complications.

The admitting questionnaire does not even list Covid. They list cold and flu symptoms, but nothing about Covid, which seems particularly concerning given the ongoing pandemic. Remembering in the past when there were big bold letters at the top of the form that issued a clear warning about listing Covid symptoms, accompanied by special instructions that everyone was expected to abide by, it feels odd to see such a lack of attention now. I check the box for cold and flu symptoms since there is no category for sore throat, which I have been experiencing lately. Entering the waiting room, I am struck by the sight of 8 or ten patients waiting to be called up, all sitting closely together, which feels unsettling. No masks or social distancing measures are in place whatsoever, leaving me wondering about the safety protocols that should be implemented in such a high-traffic area where the risk of transmission could be significant.

In about ten minutes I am called into the admittance office. The nurse their does have a mask. I tell her I have concerns about Strep Throat and she says that is probably not my illness since most people develop an immunity to Strep as they age. But they will perform a Strep test anyway and also do a Flu and Covid tests to make sure it is not one of those. She takes me to a treatment room and tells me a nurse will be in shortly.

In a short time, a nurse or some other professional comes in, no mask, no concern about that I may be contagious. She does the routine of blood pressure, blood oxygen and whatever else they do. Asks a few questions like do I have any other symptoms and how long have I been ill. She then tells me another person will come in and do the nostril swabs for the samples.

Maybe ten, fifteen minutes later the next technician comes in, no mask, just like I am person with a bad sprain. She does the Strep swab first and then the flu swab. I comment I am sure glad there is only one more swab to do. To my surprise she responds and says the flu and Covid test is done at the same time. This brings back memories during the onset of Covid that there were comments that Covid is just a flu strain and for political and agenda reasons it is being blown out a proportion to the actual seriousness of the virus. If they use the same test, it makes one wonder.

It takes forty minutes for the test results. A Physician Assistant enters the room and gives me the results. the Strep test is negative, and the Flu test is also negative. Unfortunately, the covid comes back positive . I have Covid. There is no panic no concern, just like you have a cold or flu. She gives me a mask to wear home and says the quarantine is now only five days and that starts the day the symptoms start. Go home and if your symptoms get worse come back. Next Patient!

This Brings back how my wife was treated during the height of the pandemic. She was isolated immediately, and a sign was put on the door “restricted area”. Personnel would come into the room all masked up and in disposable garments. You had to put up with wearing masks everywhere, Clear plexiglass sheets separated you from the cashier. Do not get closer than 5 feet to the next person. Many restaurants did not survive the Covid shutdown. I always wondered how the small business was shut down, but the large, big box stores could stay open. One will never know if this helped or not.

Unfortunately, how Covid was treated has led people to distrust government, big pharma, and the medical profession. The face of Covid is so much different than the beginning; it is no longer seen with the same level of fear and urgency. Now it is treated like just a bad cold or the flu, leading to a general complacency among the public. This shift in perception not only complicates ongoing vaccination efforts but also fuels skepticism regarding public health recommendations, as many feel the initial responses lacked transparency and consistency. As a result, the conversations surrounding Covid have transformed, making it difficult for health authorities to regain trust and effectively communicate the importance of ongoing vigilance against this virus and its potential variants.

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How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

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What makes a person unique is a mix of factors—like a recipe with endless variations. At the core, it’s their genetics, experiences, and choices. DNA provides the foundation, determining traits like eye color or a tendency to enjoy bad jokes. But that’s just the beginning—identical twins may have similar genetic codes but can still be very different.

Experiences shape us. Where you’re born, who raises you, the books you read, the people you meet, the challenges you face, and the successes you pursue make each person’s journey unique. No two people have the same story, even if they grow up close. A kid from a busy city and one from a quiet village may both love soccer, but their playing style and dreams will be different.

Then there’s choice—how you respond, what you appreciate, the peculiarities you embrace. One person may complain about a rainy day, while another enjoys it with an umbrella and dances. Personality comes from this mix: your humor, your stubbornness, your odd fondness for collecting bottle caps. It’s not only about what happens, but how you view it through your own perspective.

Even the tiniest quirks—like that epic scar from your legendary bike crash or a go-to song that’s forever stuck in your head because of an embarrassing memory—add some serious spice to the dish that is you. Philosophers might sip their lattes and ponder it’s all about your brain’s cosmic consciousness, that elusive unicorn of self-awareness. Scientists, on the other hand, would probably throw around terms like neural patterns or microbiome shenanigans (yep, even your gut bacteria have opinions). But honestly, it’s the chaotic, beautifully messy mix of nature, nurture, and your stubborn will that makes you one-of-a-kind. So, what do you think makes you the delightful weirdo that you are?

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Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

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When I was five, I was in kindergarten, and thinking about what I wanted to be was the farthest thing from my mind. Instead, I spent my days playing with colorful blocks, making new friends, and exploring the world around me with unfiltered curiosity and imagination. I was allowed to enjoy my younger years, filled with laughter and carefree adventures. I am old enough to remember when childhood was a time for innocence and wonder, when the biggest concern was whether to choose the red crayon or the blue one for my next drawing. Now, it seems that society does not allow young people to savor those precious moments of their younger years, as they are bombarded with expectations and pressures far beyond their age. The topic of sex never came up until junior high, which is now referred to as middle school, and it baffles me. I don’t know what the big rush is for introducing such complex adult issues to children who should still be focused on discovering the joy of playing tag or riding a bike for the first time. It’s as if the essence of being young is being overshadowed by an urgent push to grow up too fast.

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

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Most people don’t fully understand how Wi-Fi works, even though they use it daily. They see it as a magical connection to the internet, but it’s really just radio waves—signals moving between a router and their device. The router takes data from a wired connection, changes it into a radio signal (usually at 2.4 or 5 GHz), and sends it out. Your device catches that signal, interprets it, and sends signals back. Walls, distance, and other devices can interfere with these signals.

The confusion arises when people don’t understand why their connection is poor—devices like microwaves and cordless phones share the same radio frequencies, causing interference. Also, “faster Wi-Fi” isn’t useful if your internet provider’s connection is still slow. It’s essential technology, but many don’t grasp the basics of signal strength, bandwidth, and interference.

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What’s something most people don’t understand?

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I am over eighty; therefore, I don’t have an income-based job. However, I have found immense joy and fulfillment in blogging, an activity that has transformed dramatically over the years. As I reflect on my journey, I will cover how technology has changed my blogging experience, from the days of simple text-based posts to the intricate multimedia content I can now create. With the emergence of user-friendly platforms and tools, I can now easily share not just my words but also photos, videos, and interactive elements that engage my readers in ways I never thought possible. This evolution has allowed me to connect with a wider audience, fostering a sense of community and engagement that enriches my life as I share my thoughts and experiences online.

Recently, the emerging AI (artificial intelligence) asset has been a large factor for me, revolutionizing the way I approach my writing process. There were times when I began to struggle with a prompt to write about since most of the significant events in my life have already been covered extensively. This often left me feeling uninspired and at a loss for new topics. However, since the introduction of AI tools into my routine, this problem is no longer evident, providing me with a wealth of ideas and perspectives that I hadn’t previously considered. In fact, I am now a week ahead of blogs just waiting to be released at a specific time, allowing me to focus on refining my work rather than scrambling for inspiration at the last minute. The research time has decreased significantly since AI makes it so simple now, allowing me to access relevant information and insights quickly. AI has also aided me in adding content to my postings, offering suggestions for improvements and enhancing the overall quality of my writing, which has empowered me to express my thoughts in a more articulate and engaging manner.

Another feature I like is screen snipping. It is so easy to insert a graphic by snipping and pasting, which has truly transformed the way I work. I no longer need to download a photo or graphic; with just a few clicks, I can capture any part of my screen quickly. This saves me precious time and helps to keep my workflow smooth and uninterrupted. Now I just snip and paste, allowing me to focus on my projects without the hassle of unnecessary downloads or file management. Overall, this functionality has streamlined my creative process significantly, enabling me to produce high-quality content with greater efficiency.

Yes, I used AI on the post. and it took me less than 45 minutes.

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How has technology changed your job?

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These seasons have a unique charm. Spring offers fresh vibes with temperatures usually between 50°F and 70°F, bringing blooming flowers, longer days, and crisp air. Fall contrasts with a cozy, winding-down feel—vibrant leaves in red, orange, and gold, and a temperature range starting warm and cooling to perfect sweater weather.

Spring: This season is like the universe hitting the snooze button on winter—it’s all about waking up (and sneezing, thanks to all those flowers). Temperatures start off as if they just rolled out of bed—chilly in the 40s or 50s°F—and then slowly decide to get their act together and climb into the 60s or low 70s, depending on where you hide on the map. It’s when the world finally says goodbye to winter: trees are like “Look at me, I’m budding!” and flowers like tulips and daffodils are popping up like they just won a game of whack-a-mole. The air is filled with that fresh smell of rain and soil, making you wonder if the outdoors has finally taken a shower. Days get longer, sunlight becomes your new best friend, and there’s this quiet buzz—like everything’s stretching after an epic catnap. It’s the Goldilocks zone of weather—not too hot, not too cold, but just right for procrastinating in the garden.

Fall: Nature’s version of a slow-motion exit from summer. Temps start off in the comfy high 60s or 70s°F, then suddenly decide they’re auditioning for a horror movie and plummet into the 50s and 40s! The highlight? The leaves! They’re like confetti at a parade gone wild, transforming into a kaleidoscope of red, orange, and yellow, only to land by your feet in crunchy piles reminiscent of potato chips. The air takes on a crispness that feels like nature’s way of saying, “Prepare yourself!” while wafting hints of decaying leaves and woodsmoke, if you’re lucky enough to live near a cozy bonfire instead of a stinky dumpster. It’s that magical sweater time when you finally get to show off that oversized knit you bought on impulse—cozy without the threat of frostbite! And the days get shorter, creating a mix of nostalgia and an overwhelming urge to binge-watch your favorite shows under a mountain of blankets.

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What is your favorite type of weather?

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Time in the military between 1964 and 1966 shaped me in profound ways. It was not just one teacher who influenced me, but rather the unique combination of experiences that came from being away from home for the very first time. The vast number of people I encountered, each hailing from different walks of life and various locations across the United States, provided invaluable lessons that extended far beyond the classroom. The school of hard knocks truly became my best teacher, as I learned to adapt, persevere, and appreciate the diverse perspectives around me. These experiences not only forged my sense of resilience but also deepened my understanding of camaraderie, commitment, and what it means to serve a greater purpose. Each moment spent navigating challenges alongside my fellow servicemen and women was a steppingstone that contributed to my personal growth and shaped the person I am today.

From 1964 to 1966, during the Cold War, the U.S. became more involved in Vietnam, a period characterized by escalating military presence and political tension. I vividly experienced the early buildup of troops, which increased dramatically from about 16,000 in 1964 to over 180,000 by the end of 1966, reflecting a significant commitment to the conflict. This time was marked by intense training and the looming possibility of combat for those poised to be deployed, as the nation grappled with its foreign policy decisions. Friends and fellow soldiers around me prepared for the arduous journey ahead, sharing hopes and fears about what awaited them in the jungles of Southeast Asia. I was sent to Germany instead of Vietnam, where I engaged in various military exercises and learned valuable skills, yet I will always wonder why I was assigned there, particularly since everyone I was drafted with went to Vietnam, leaving me with a lingering sense of curiosity about the path not taken and the experiences I missed during that tumultuous era.

I learned to adapt quickly, whether it was navigating basic training, handling diverse equipment, or facing the uncertainty of deployment to Viet Nam, where every day brought new challenges and opportunities for growth. For many, this period forged a profound sense of identity and purpose, even if it came with hardship and moments of doubt. This transformative time in my life not only changed my outlook on life but was also instrumental in shaping how I treated people around me. During those intense experiences, I discovered that most people are inherently good and are trying to do what is best in the situations they find themselves in, often showing remarkable resilience and kindness in the face of adversity. That period was a life-changing era for me, filled with lessons that continue to resonate. I will never regret that I served and am incredibly proud to say that I am a United States veteran.

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Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

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One might wish they could spend more time pursuing what truly matters to them—whether that’s connecting with loved ones, engaging in heartfelt conversations that strengthen relationships, learning something new that sparks joy and fuels curiosity, or simply finding moments of peace amidst the chaos of everyday life. The search for meaningful experiences often leads individuals to prioritize what brings them fulfillment and happiness, allowing them to create cherished memories and deepen their understanding of the world around them. Ultimately, this quest for significance is a fundamental aspect of the human experience, guiding each person’s journey towards a more enriched and satisfying existence.

For example, carving out time to read a book, take a walk in nature, or work on a passion project could bring a sense of fulfillment. It’s less about adding “more” to an already full day and more about prioritizing what feels meaningful.

Therefore, my wish would be that I have more time to spend with loved ones, with each moment becoming a cherished memory that we can look back on fondly. I am at the age where I have realized that I took way too many people for granted, overlooking the value of their presence and the warmth of our shared experiences. Now, with the lessons learned from time slipping away too fast, I would like to rectify this fact by intentionally carving out time in my schedule to reconnect, listen to their stories, and create new adventures together that celebrate our bonds. Embracing the opportunity to nurture these relationships will not only enrich my life but also allow me to express my gratitude for their unwavering support and love.

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What do you wish you could do more every day?

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Why I Don’t Want a Tattoo—at over 80, I’m Good Without the Ink.

At over 80 years old, I’ve survived enough trends to know they come and go faster than a cat on a hot tin roof—and let’s be honest, I don’t need them sticking to me like a bad burrito. These days, tattoos are popping up everywhere, like mushrooms after a rainstorm, and I swear there’s a parlor on every corner, faster than gas stations did back in the ’60s! I heard that the tattoo industry is on track to make a whopping $4 billion by 2032. My grandkids are walking canvases with their dragons and quotes, and I tip my hat to the artistry—really, I do! But when they ask, “Grandpa, why don’t you get one?” I chuckle and say, “Because I don’t want a tattoo, never have, and frankly, at my age, the only ink I want is in my printer ink.”

Back in my day, tattoos were for sailors, bikers, or fellas who’d seen the inside of a jail cell. I did my time in the Army—drafted in ’64—but I skipped the anchor or “Mom” on my bicep. Didn’t see the point. Now, I watch guys half my age strut around with sleeves and chest pieces, and I get it—it’s their way of telling the world who they are. Me? I’ve got over 80 years of stories in these bones. Don’t need a needle to spell them out.

For one thing, I’ve never been a fan of sticking around. I spent decades playing musical chairs with furniture alongside my wife, only to swap it out when she decided plaid was so last season. I’ve traded cars like Pokémon cards, flipped hobbies like pancakes. But a tattoo? That feels like signing up for a lifetime membership to a club I might’ve been totally bamboozled into joining. At my age, I’d just be left staring at some faded doodle, pondering why that abstract dragon seemed like a genius idea back in 2025!

And the pain? No thanks, I’ve got a full roster of aches already—my knees sound like a creaky old porch swing auditioning for a horror movie, and my back throws a fit if I sit too long, like a toddler denied dessert. Why add a buzzing needle to my list of woes? I’ve heard it’s not so bad, but I’ve also caught wind of tough guys wincing over rib tattoos like they just spotted a spider. I skillfully dodged shots as a kid and have grumbled my way through every flu jab like it’s a rite of passage. I’d much rather save my grit for hauling firewood than proving I can endure a tattoo session—it’s not like I’m trying to win an Olympic medal in pain tolerance!

But the real kicker? I like me as I am. This weathered hide—scarred from a fall off my bike at 12, wrinkled from summers fishing with my boys—tells its own tale. I don’t need ink to mark where I’ve been. Laugh lines, earned from a lifetime with my Wifes, say plenty. A tattoo wouldn’t add to that—it’d just feel like graffiti on a house I’ve spent decades building.

Choosing not to get one isn’t about being stubborn or old-fashioned; it’s more like a wise old owl saying, “Nah, I’ll pass!” After over 80 years of dodging trends, I’d like to think I’ve earned the right to say, “Thanks, but I’ve got my own vintage style!”

Maybe one day I’ll surprise them all—shuffle into a parlor and come out with a grizzly bear on my shoulder. Just kidding, I learned from all these years to not be so stupid. But for now, I’m content with my blank canvas. It’s served me well this long. Why mess with a good thing?

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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

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For most of my life, I have tried to be something I was not, always feeling the heavy weight of expectations from those around me. Many times, throughout my journey, I heard phrases like “You should be like, whatever name you want to insert,” echoing in my mind. In my younger years, it was particularly striking; I would often hear, “you should be more like your brother.” The idea that I should mirror someone who is five years older than me seemed absurd at times. After all, each of us has our own unique path to walk. I guess I was a handful when I was young, full of energy and curiosity, eager to explore the world in my own way. Going to school, I faced similar sentiments from teachers and peers alike, hearing the same refrain: “You should be more like Johnny.” As if my worth could somehow be measured against his achievements or behavior. Even at church, the message was clear but stark; I was told I was a sinner and should strive to be more like the saints and apostles. These constant reminders emphasized the notion that I should mold myself into an ideal that fit neatly within the societal norms. Well, I got the picture; I should be somebody I am not and become someone who fulfills the criteria of those around me, fitting into a box that I never truly belonged in. Yet, deep inside, I yearned for the freedom to embrace my authentic self, to carve out my own identity free from the shadows of others.

My teenage years were very difficult for me. For some reason, I was angry and mad all the time, feeling as though a storm was brewing inside me, one that I couldn’t quite understand or control. I hated myself and my situation, constantly questioning my choices and my identity. Was it because I was trying to be somebody I was not, desperately seeking approval from my peers and struggling to find my place in the world, or was it just the hormonal change that everyone goes through during that age? The confusion often left me feeling isolated, as if I was trapped in a tumultuous sea with no way to swim to shore. Each day felt like a battle, where the weight of expectations bore down heavily on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Simple tasks like getting out of bed or wearing a smile seemed daunting, as if they required an energy I lacked. My relationships with family and friends began to fray at the seams, with misunderstandings and frustrations bubbling to the surface. One will never know if it was a combination of both, a perfect storm of teenage angst that shaped my experiences, but those years left a lasting imprint on my soul, instilling a sense of resilience in me that I would later learn to harness as I navigated adulthood.

I was drafted into the army later, and looking back now, I think this is one of the best things that happened to me in that period. This was in the Viet Nam era, but fortunately, my service period was served in Germany instead of Viet Nam, unlike the seven other men drafted on that day. They all went to Viet Nam, facing the uncertainty and dangers of a war-torn landscape. Why I went to Germany and not Viet Nam is something I will never know, and perhaps it was simply a twist of fate. In the service, you meet all kinds of people from many different areas of the country, bringing with them a rich tapestry of experiences and backgrounds. Because of that, I realized that the human race is not that bad; most people, despite their situations, are inherently good. All the ones I met were basically good and were just trying to get through the challenges in front of them, forging friendships that transcended our differences and shared struggles that created a bond that I still cherish to this day. The camaraderie formed during that time taught me invaluable lessons about empathy, understanding, and the importance of supporting one another, regardless of the circumstances we faced.

I have spent maybe two thirds of my life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home, which is a tranquil place filled with the rustling sounds of nature and the fresh scent of a small creek. There was nobody around, and I was just having some silent time to my own, allowing my thoughts to drift and my mind to clear. Suddenly, this loud voice came out and spoke, breaking the peaceful silence of my surroundings. “Tom, stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” Those words echoed in my mind, touching something deep within me. After that profound event, I made the conscious decision to just be myself, embracing my true identity with all its complexities and imperfections. Since that time, I have been at peace and am genuinely enjoying simply being myself. I even like myself, flaws and all. This is one significant and positive change I have made in my life, a breakthrough that has opened up new avenues of self-acceptance and fulfillment that I had never experienced before.

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What is one word that describes you?

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When my son was growing up, during his teenage years, he was a typical teenager who thought he had all the answers to life’s questions and challenges. His confidence often led him to make bold decisions that sometimes worried me, as I recognized the turbulent nature of that age. He navigated through those challenging years with a mix of rebellion and curiosity, learning valuable lessons along the way about responsibility and the complexities of life. As he faced conflicts with friends, fluctuating emotions, and the pressures of schoolwork, I watched him grow into a more understanding and resilient young man. Through it all, I was there to support him, guiding him gently when needed, while also allowing him the space to learn from his experiences and mistakes. Ultimately, he made it through those challenging years, emerging wiser and more mature, with a clearer understanding of the world around him.

Somewhere when he was near twenty-five, he said to me, “Dad, I am just amazed how smart and wise you became in the last ten years. I often find myself recalling the lessons you’ve shared over the years, from your stories of perseverance to your insights on life and relationships. Your experiences have shaped not only your character but have also left a profound impact on my outlook. I hope to carry some of that wisdom into my own life as I step into adulthood and encounter my own trials and triumphs. As I face new challenges, I will remember your words of encouragement and the way you approached life’s obstacles with resilience and grace. I will strive to pass on these valuable lessons to my children, if I have any, because I believe that sharing this knowledge will help shape their understanding of the world and equip them to navigate their own paths.”

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, and I still remember it after 25 years, as if it happened just yesterday.

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What was the best compliment you’ve received?

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Dealing with negative feelings can be tough. Here’s a rundown of the approaches that helps me.

1. Acknowledge What I’m Feeling
   Don’t shove it down or pretend it’s not there. Name it—anger, sadness, frustration, whatever it is. Recognizing it can take away some of its power and help you figure out what’s driving it.
2. Talk or Write It Out
   I talk to someone I trust, and vent to them. No one around? I Grab my laptop and dump my thoughts there. It doesn’t have to make sense—just let it flow. Sometimes seeing it outside my head makes it less overwhelming.
3. I Distract myself
   I Dive into something that pulls my attention—I may try watching a war movie. For some reason I have a strong interest in the stress of WWII in Europe. I may go take a brisk walk and do a little huffing and puffing. I have been known to throw things or scream and yell. I have been told I am scary when I get mad. So, I try hard to contain anger feelings.
4. Take a nap
   When it’s intense, I slow down, fortunately I go to sleep very easily and wake up refreshed and relaxed. Many times, after a short nap, my feelings have calmed down, allowing me to regain focus and clarity. I find that this simple act of resting not only rejuvenates my body but also helps to reset my mind, providing a much-needed pause.
5. Cut Yourself Some Slack
   Negative feelings are a natural part of life. They do not signify weakness or failure. Allow yourself to experience these emotions without the burden of guilt for not maintaining a “positive” mindset at all times. It’s not about solving every issue; it’s about recognizing that you have some control. Remember, we are human, and perfection is not the goal.

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What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

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For the last two years, this is where I spend more time than any other thing I do, engaging deeply with the activities and relationships that have enriched my life, discovering new interests, and continuously learning from my experiences; it has become not just a routine but a vital part of my daily existence.

I have learned a lot in this venture. All your life you learn, and this adventure is no different; in fact, it has been a profound journey of discovery and growth. Podcasting has emerged as the buzzword of the day, capturing the interest of audiences worldwide. Therefore, I have inserted an audio podcast into each posting, allowing me to connect more intimately with my audience. I do not use my own voice for the same reason I do not sing. My podcast page has remarkably become the most popular destination on my website, drawing in listeners and fostering a community around shared interests. I am amazed at the podcast downloads that have surged, illustrating the power of engaging content. Additionally, linking to other pages or reputable websites has become a popular feature; these hyperlinks enrich the experience for my readers, making each posting more interesting and informative. Furthermore, the ability to change the size of an image enhances the visual appeal of my posts, allowing for a more personalized touch. One must note that the introduction of AI (artificial intelligence) has opened up exciting new possibilities and has become another powerful tool in my ever-expanding toolbox, enabling me to refine my content and improve engagement. This combination of innovation and creativity continues to drive my passion for blogging and sharing knowledge.

I do this for fun. I am retired and not tied to worrying about having enough income to pay monthly bills or provide for growing children. I am selling nothing on my website; rather, I view it as a creative outlet where I can share my experiences and reflections. I am just exposing my life, adventures, and thoughts to the cyber community, hoping to inspire or entertain others along the way. Maybe if I ever have many thousands of subscribers, I may try to generate a small source of income, but that is not my primary focus. The satisfaction I get is the comments and likes I receive from my subscribers, which motivate me to continue sharing my journey, knowing that my words resonate with others and contribute to a sense of connection within this vast digital landscape.

No one knows how long this ride will continue. It may go for ten years or end tomorrow when my time on earth is over. As long as I am able, I will be here commenting about anything that piques my curiosity or inspires my thoughts. Whether it’s a fleeting moment of joy, a profound insight, or even a mundane occurrence that strikes a chord, my reflections will find their way to this platform. One will never know what my next blog will be about, and therein lies the excitement of this journey; each post is an opportunity to explore new ideas, engage with my audience in unexpected ways, and contribute to an ever-evolving tapestry of experiences and perspectives that we all share in this digital realm.

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What activities do you lose yourself in?

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Am I superstitious? Well, let’s see.

Knocking on Wood: People still say “knock on wood” to ward off jinxing themselves after mentioning good fortune—like hoping a job interview goes well. It’s rooted in ancient beliefs about spirits living in trees, but today it’s more of a casual reflex. You’ll hear it in offices, homes, even on podcasts. On occasion I have been known to knock on wood.

Friday the 13th: This remains a big one. Some avoid major decisions or travel on this day, fearing bad luck. It’s tied to the number 13’s ominous rep (think elevators skipping the 13th floor in buildings) and Friday’s association with misfortune in Christian lore. Horror movies keep it alive—Jason Voorhees still haunts the collective psyche. I have thought about this, but I never changed anything because of that date. My oldest son was born on Friday the 13th and that was not bad luck

Crossing Fingers: Wishing for luck by crossing your fingers is everywhere—before tests, games, or even lottery ticket scratches. It’s a holdover from early Christian gestures for divine favor, now secularized into a quick “hope this works” move. I am guilty of this.

Black Cats: Crossing paths with a black cat still spooks some, especially around Halloween. Shelters report lower adoption rates for them because of the lingering “bad luck” stigma from witch-hunting days, though younger generations seem less fazed. I have heard of this, and a few times one has crossed my path, but I didn’t think much about it.

Spilling Salt: Tossing a pinch of salt over your left shoulder after spilling it persists in some households. It’s from the idea that salt was once precious and spilling it invited the devil—countered by blinding him with a throw. More common among older folks or in superstitious families. A few times I jokingly threw salt over the shoulder.

Beginner’s Luck: The belief that newbies have an edge—like winning at poker or slots on their first try—is alive in casinos and sports bars. It’s less a ritual and more an expectation, but it shapes how people approach games. Yes, I have played new games and just said, it is just beginners’ luck

Avoiding “Jinxing” It: Saying “don’t jinx it” when someone predicts success—like a sports team winning—reflects a modern twist on superstition. It’s big in fandom culture; think baseball fans refusing to mention a no-hitter in progress. Never thought of this much.

Lucky Pennies: “Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck” still has traction. Kids and some adults grab coins off the sidewalk, though inflation’s made pennies less thrilling. Oh, my wife always says this, so I started saying it.

Mirrors and Umbrellas: Breaking a mirror (seven years bad luck) or opening an umbrella indoors still gets a wince from some. These are fading with younger crowds, but you’ll catch them in rural areas or among those with “old school” grandparents. When I was young It was the big item.

Sports Superstitions: These are huge. Fans wear the same unwashed jersey for every game, or players follow precise pre-game rituals—like LeBron James tossing chalk or baseballers avoiding stepping on foul lines. The 2025 Super Bowl probably saw plenty of lucky socks and barstool traditions. Nothing here, never was much of a sports fan.

Superstitions in the United States today are a mix of old traditions carried over from various cultural influences—European folklore, African diaspora beliefs, Native American customs—and newer quirks shaped by modern life. While many Americans might not take them too seriously, they often linger in habits, phrases, or knee-jerk reactions, subtly influencing decisions and interactions. For example, individuals might avoid walking under ladders or breaking mirrors, fearing bad luck, even if they don’t fully believe in the underlying myth. Additionally, the act of tossing salt over one’s left shoulder or knocking on wood has become so ingrained in everyday vernacular that it often occurs unconsciously. As we navigate through life’s uncertainties and challenges, these superstitions provide a sense of comfort and control, acting as little rituals that help people cope with life.

In conclusion, I would say I am superstitious, but I never let a superstition change or lead my life. Instead, I view these beliefs as intriguing cultural artifacts that give insight into human psychology and our shared history. While sometimes I find myself acknowledging certain rituals or omens, they serve more as whimsical traditions rather than guiding principles; I prefer to take charge of my decisions and paths, ensuring that my actions are based on rational thought and personal values rather than unfounded fears or expectations. This balance allows me to enjoy the rich tapestry of beliefs around me without becoming a prisoner to them.

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Are you superstitious?

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Dear 100-Year-Old Tom

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Hello from the TomT 2.0-man cave on March 10, 2025! I’m sitting here, imagining me at 100—hopefully still kicking, maybe with a few more wrinkles and a lot more stories. I don’t know where I am as I read this—maybe in a cozy chair with a cup of tea, or maybe in some high-tech pod with a robot nurse. Either way, I hope I am smiling.

Right now, I’m over 80 years old, living through a time that feels like a reality show gone wild! The world’s a crazy circus—debates about AI taking over our jobs, climate change melting our ice cream, and space travel like a never-ending game of ‘Where’s Waldo’ are everywhere. I can’t help but wonder what you’ve been up to since then. Did we finally figure out how to live sustainably, or did we just build a giant hamster wheel to solve climate change? Did people really hop on a rocket to Mars, or is that just another episode of “The Binge-Worthy Space Adventures”? Or did we somehow manage to surprise ourselves with something even more bonkers?

I hope you’re proud of what you are trying to do now, as it requires immense courage and determination. I’m genuinely curious about the journey you’ve embarked on and I’d love to know how it all turned out in the end. Did I take the risks I’m thinking about, the ones that can seem daunting but ultimately lead to growth? Did I let go of the stuff that’s weighing you down, both physically and emotionally, allowing yourself the freedom to soar into new opportunities? Embracing change can be challenging, yet it’s often necessary to reach our full potential and to discover who we truly are.

What’s life like at 100? Are you surrounded by family, friends, or maybe some cool new tech that keeps you company, like virtual reality experiences that let you revisit cherished memories? I hope you’ve got a few good laughs left in you—perhaps funny anecdotes from your younger days that never fail to bring a smile. And maybe you have a piece of advice for the younger generation, who are still sweating the small stuff in 2025; it’s important to remind them to cherish each moment, focus on what truly matters, and savor the beauty in life’s simplicities. After all, every wrinkle and grey hair tells a story, and your wisdom could help shape the future for those who come after you.

Take care, future me! I’m rooting for us to make it to you in one piece, preferably without any embarrassing falls or fashion faux pas. May your life be overflowing with memories worth keeping, filled with laughter, misadventures, and a million lessons learned—like never eat that weird street food again! Here’s to the years ahead—may they be as kind as your favorite pillow and as wild as a cat on a caffeine rush, embracing every twist and turn life throws our way, and savoring the quiet moments as much as those wild parties we probably won’t remember. I hope we remember to relish the little things, find joy in unexpected places, and never lose sight of our dreams.

With hope,
TomT 2.0

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Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

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When my mother was carrying me, Pearl Harbor happened on December 7, 1941, marking a pivotal moment in history that would change the world forever. I was born in March 1942, just a few months after this event, during a time when the nation was reeling from the shock of war. My parents, like many others, faced the uncertainty of the future, compounded by the military draft that had been instituted to bolster the armed forces. They went to the local newspaper to read through the names of those being drafted, a ritual that many families engaged in to see if their loved ones were called. Among the names listed, they came across the name Thomas Lee, which resonated with them for reasons they couldn’t fully articulate. They found it to be a name that carried a sense of strength and resilience. Therefore, my middle name does not carry any special meaning or significance beyond the simple choice that came from a moment of reflection during tumultuous times, reflecting how life’s circumstances can influence even the smallest details of our existence.

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What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

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The last thing I learned was when I woke up this morning and my eyes were itching like crazy, a familiar and unwelcome sensation that hinted at the changing seasons. As I rubbed my eyes and attempted to shake off the fatigue of the night before, I realized that this was my body’s way of signaling the arrival of spring. The blooming flowers and budding trees were beautiful, yet they also brought the onset of springtime allergies that I would soon have to navigate. With this irritating reminder, I started to prepare mentally for the upcoming months, filled with sneezing and sniffles, as I envisioned stocking up on allergy medicine and trying out various remedies, hoping to find some relief from the relentless pollen that would fill the air.

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What is the last thing you learned?

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I hate this question. I am retired; I do not have to account to anyone for my time and what I am doing, which is a liberating feeling after so many years of obligation and responsibility. I worked diligently for 45 years, often feeling like I had to justify every minute of my day to my superiors and colleagues, constantly monitoring my productivity and output. Now, having reached this well-deserved stage of life, I believe I should have years ahead of me that are free from the constraints of being held accountable for my time. I relish the freedom to spend my days as I choose, whether it’s indulging in a newfound hobby, traveling to places I’ve always dreamed about, or simply enjoying the tranquility of my garden. I know you are just trying to be a conversationalist, but please, ask me how the weather is, inquire about how I feel, or even celebrate my birthday with me, but never, ever ask me what do you do? Such questions serve as a reminder of my past, a past I have happily left behind.

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What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

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Creating an effective budget is essential for managing personal finances, achieving financial goals, and ensuring financial security.

Since I am retired my budget goals is much different than when I was working and raising a family. Before I retired my goal was to pay off all credit cards before retirement. Credit card interest rates can drain a large portion of your income. After retirement all credit card amounts are paid off every month.

Before retirement I did attempt to budget the money, but it is difficult to do since many unforeseen circumstances enter your life. I was fortunate enough to work most of the time during my working years. I did have a period of time about 6 years where I did not have a stable job, and my finances fell about $30,000. Other than that, I was fortunate to have a stable working life. Times have changed and it appears that the American dream is farther out for one to reach.

After retirement we attempt to spend no more than what our fixed income is. Vacations and special expenses come out of our savings and investments. We do have a home equity line of credit available in case some medical surprise arises or some other unexpected expense. However, in the last eighteen years we have not had to tap into it.

Finally, my advice is try to avoid paying credit card interest charges. 18 percent or more interest rates are outrageous and should be outlawed.

Daily writing prompt

Write about your approach to budgeting.

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Given the breadth of laws and regulations, it’s quite possible that many people, including yourself, might have unintentionally broken some law at some point. Common examples include:

• Speeding: Exceeding the speed limit, even slightly, can be an unintentional breach of traffic laws.
• Downloading copyrighted content: Sometimes, sharing or downloading music, movies, or software without proper licensing can inadvertently violate copyright laws.
• Littering: Dropping small pieces of trash or not disposing of waste correctly in public spaces might lead to an unintentional violation.

Given this complexity, here’s what we can infer:

Total Laws: Including all federal, state, and local laws, the number would be in the millions if one were to count every single piece of legislation, regulation, and local ordinance currently in effect.

Federal Statutes: There are over 30,000 federal statutes since 1789, but this count includes all historical laws, many of which are no longer in effect.

Regulations: The number of federal regulations could be in the hundreds of thousands, though exact numbers are hard to pin down due to the dynamic nature of regulatory law. In essence, while it’s impossible to state an exact number due to the ongoing legislative process and the layered nature of U.S. legal systems, the total count of all enforceable laws would be extremely high, reflecting the country’s long history and extensive governmental structures.

I used AI to get these statistics. Therefore, I may have broken the law using this information.

In conclusion, yes, I have unintentionally broken the law.

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Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

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