Goodbye?

At The Hospital
I do not know when, or if, I will get to post again. I have always believed in hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. At the very least, I may be absent for a while during recovery. If I shall post again one day, I hope you will still be there, ready to continue this journey with me. In the event that this is my last post, I simply wanted to say some final words. This is what I came up with:

If I only have one more day of life, I want everyone I love to know that, wherever I may be, I will always be there.

Please don’t cry for me, for I used my time wisely. I spent all my time and energy giving you all my love and focus. I did what I could to help others. I sacrificed it all, that you would find a moment of happiness.

I will not go far, my body may not be seen, but my spirit and my love will always be by your side. Know that you are great and I am proud.

To those who have followed any of my journeys, thank you for giving me a piece of your time and, thus, a piece of your life.

One never knows what tomorrow will bring, or even the next moment, but if I shall part this Earth, let me have said my final goodbye.

Love, -Rebel

Tell Me How You Smile

Bruce
Finding Nemo

As I sit here and think of the many famous people who go through life with such a positive outlook on all things life, I can’t help but wonder…

How?

How do they manage to look at the bright side, have hope, and encourage others to do the same?

How can they face so much criticism and scrutiny, yet live seemingly so happy?

They must have their daily struggles, their life can’t be without challenges…no one’s is.

They feel loneliness, suffer lose, and are hurt by injustice. They may be treated unkindly or face illnesses and deaths.

So, what keeps them smiling? What guides them to share their light? What is the secret to not letting things get you down or hold you there?

Some may say God, but someone close to him can still fall prey to pessimism.

Some may say Hope, but not all who have it are optimistic of what is to come.

Is it then, simply Faith? But, wait! Just because I think it will all be okay, doesn’t mean I won’t suffer through what is yet to be okay.

What says you, my resilient friend? Can it be a predisposed trait based on personality? A gene, perhaps?

I wish to know more. I want to find out. How do you keep your head up, so high, through it all?

Survey, data, research, analyze, and conclude…would I then have the key to succeed against my own doubts, fears, and pains?

Summer

It’s been a long summer. You may have noticed my absence through it all. I’m sorry for leaving you without warning. I will probably not post starting anywhere from late May all the way to as late as early September time frame, on any given year. This is because it is the busiest time of year for me and I find it difficult to set aside the time I need to post. I have still been writing, though, and taking pictures. I am also considering doing reviews on movies and restaurants or other places I visit. If you are still here with me and are ready to see what comes next…Thank You!

NOTE: When I do post, it is on Wednesdays.

Now or Later?

Before the sunsets, think of those whom you would miss…if they were gone by sunrise.

Where there is pain, there is much anger; where it continues, it cannot end.

Those who give without expecting versus those whom take without appreciating.

Where is the value in being so dependable, if one hasn’t the right excuse to falter, ever?

Something earned that is not given, might as well not have been earned.

Do all good deeds go unnoticed? Or, are they simply forgotten with a quickness?

Perhaps, the good that one does, matter not…not until the very end, or past it; mattering, only, once it is too late.

Why must we choose to value what we have lost? Yet, we treat what we have as if it were nothing.

The thought I have, today, is simple…easy as:

  1. Learn what you will miss.
  2. Enjoy it and Appreciate it.
  3. Right Now!

Congratulations

As I recently celebrated another year with my significant other, I wrote these thoughts down. Hope some of you can relate. To all of you out there, celebrating an Anniversary…Congratulations!

It’s been a long road to where we stand, from the path we chose so long ago. Though times are tough and it has been rough, here we are again.

From bad, to worse, and now the worst, we always find the good.

When I think about our struggles and what we still have ahead, it seems impossible that our journey is still united. And, even when things seem hopeless, I put my faith in us.

Together we have done so much; together we have come so far. Together we have conquered all that we know how. And, even though we’ve come to a fork in the road, in which we know not the path to take, I really think we’ll be all right…with an accompanied step in the same direction.

Here’s to the love we share. May we continue to succeed together, or may we find happiness apart. No matter what…we have made it this far.

Happy Anniversary!

The Power of a Teacher

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I saw this video and it made me think of all my teachers, both good and bad.

First of all, I have to get this out of the way…

I have had some horrid teachers. Teachers who were verbally and emotionally abusive. These teachers, I feel, kept me down and made it harder for me to succeed academically. I will not mention their names, but I think we have all met teachers whom we felt shouldn’t even teach.

Now that that’s out of the way, I want to thank some of the best teachers I have known:

Ms. Tamayo and Mrs. Durham.

These teachers were there for me emotionally, in and out of class. They helped with simple things, that meant a lot to me.

Mr. Klinert.

Perhaps the most important teacher in my academic success. Dare I say, the single contributor of it.

In order to understand this statement, you should know that I was not your average student. Other than in science and P.E., I couldn’t get an A to save my life. In fact, I struggled to get D’s in most my classes and, even with all my efforts, I couldn’t even get a D- in a single math assignment.

Obviously, math was my weakness. Oh, and guess what subject those two abusive teachers I spoke about taught? You guessed it! Math.

So, I had failed math, yet again, my 9th grade year. With the believe that I was stupid and incapable of learning if it wasn’t science, I found myself in summer school. It was here that I met him. At the end of the first class, and without any real hope, I spoke to him. I explained how I just didn’t understand a thing. I expected for him to do as all my other math teachers had done in the past; at best, try to explain it again, then give up on me when I said, “I still don’t get it.”

He was different. No matter how many times I said that, he was determined to actually teach me and he did so patiently. He tried every angle he could think of, asked me questions to figure me out. Eventually, he found the key to my understanding and my learning, in general.

It took minutes. That’s all. I was amazed. I didn’t just, all of a sudden, get the problem we were attempting to solve, I got math…and I learned how I understood. From then on, my academic life changed so much. I was getting A’s and B’s, and not just in math. I rarely needed to ask a teacher anything, and I was even helping my peers with their work. By my last year of high school, I was a straight A student and graduated with honors. I truly owe this teacher my brains.

I’m going to pause here for a bit, to acknowledge some of the good teachers my children have or have had.

Mr. Dufour and Mr. Watson.

These guys have made me feel like they care about my children’s success. Perhaps, it is a point in their lives they don’t understand the value of a good and caring teacher, but I’m sure that, one day, they will. Thank you for caring.

Back to my teachers, I have one more teacher that I want to talk about. This teacher has saved my life, literally.

Fast forward to my college years, at a low point in my life. So low, in fact, I was ready to give up on life. He helped me out of it. He continued to be there for me, offering advice and helping wherever he could. He helped me grow, as a person, and taught me the importance of me.

To this day, his wisdom helps me be better, smarter, wiser, and it helps to find my way back whenever I feel lost. I would love nothing more than to give him all the credit he deserves. Unfortunately, I do not have permission to use his name. So, let’s just call him Mr. Superhero.

I wish I could thank all these teachers in person. No matter where you are, you have made a difference…Thank you!

And, to all the great teachers out there: Someone owes you the World. You are loved and appreciated. Keep up the good work.

Happy Teacher Appreciation Week!!!

Here’s a little student humor.