Category Archives: Across The Land

Manchester 

I hear or read of such things. I have many feelings. The one that lingers the longest is a sadness for the innocent folks. Yeah, I feel anger for a bit, but the sadness quickly returns. I then sit around reflecting on many things, mostly sad. After a bit, I get up and slowly begin the return to my world. After things like this, life is different though. It’s harder for me to smile. Yep, I do smile again, but it’s more difficult, and sometimes the smile is not as strong as it was before. 

I’m still here . . . . . 

I’ve halted “Across the Land” three times. I hardly missed a lick, and was at it again. I’ve struggled. I’m still here! It’s okay to struggle. It must be, because I do it. It must be okay to quit, because I’ve done that. It must be okay to fail, because I’ve done that. I’m still here.  Persistence is a trait I surely have. If I sense importance, I Keep Going. I don’t rely on anyone for that decision. I trust me most. I care much about the people being affected by alzheimer’s disease. I am helping in a worthwhile cause.

I’ve had something really cool happen to me. I finally really believe in myself. 

Did someone hand me the post it note and that changed my world?  Nope.

I realized, well, I will let this quote say it for me. 

“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.”     Calvin Coolidge 

can’t ever forget my jogging stroller 

Approximately 4000 miles of pushing this well built machine. Carrying my gear and supplies earned it a place in my room. 

what thoughts do aid workers have?

Some aid workers see rough situations. Some work in the trenches and do so for long stretches of time. I read about situations that can’t even be maintained, let alone solved. I’m wondering what it must be like to be near life and death situations daily. What does it feel like to be a witness to hunger, thirst and a lack of shelter. 

Think about that and then think of coming home to America and seeing what we see and reading what we read. 

The thoughts of all that has began to affect my life. It makes me thankfull for what I have and sad for those who don’t even have food, water or shelter. I pray to God and I donate to Unicef. 

This type of post makes me think of Eric Liddell.  Here is a link to one of my post about him. 

https://jackfussellacrosstheland.wordpress.com/?s=Eric+Henry+Liddell+&submit=Search

words from a native American Indian 

I was in Cherokee, North Carolina and decided to go for a walk. I went to the area that houses some of the souvenir shops. I paused for a moment when I came upon what appeared to be a Cherokee indian. He was standing under a large umbrella and was dressed in the attire I remember seeing in television shows. A young girl ran up, handed him some currency, and a young man took the picture. The Indian stepped out from under the umbrella and walked over. He asked where I was from and thanked me for my service. (Navy cap). We spoke of Georgia for a moment. Their was a pause in our conversation. Finally, very sincerely, he said these words. “I wish I knew how to make things better for us” 

He became busy and I left. I took note of the sincere tone of his voice and I sensed a sadnness. 

I found this picture using Google

A long-distance traveler on 441

He was carrying a beautiful Marmot backpack. I recognized it because I have one very similar to it. He was discharged honorably from the US Air Force about two years ago. He worked at different jobs and saved up enough money to make the trip from Buffalo New York to his mother’s house in Orlando Florida. I offered help, if needed, and he said he was fine.

My week in the Smoky Mountains in my tent – searching 

A few years back, after my divorce, I found a couple that let me park my car in their yard, they took me to Newfound Gap. I spent a week out there. It was the coldest sustained weather I had ever been in. It was well below zero over 5000 feet. The wind most nights was howling. 

I tried to find some of them and I think I did. I didn’t ask. We sat and talked. They all three had served in Vietnam. I thanked them for their service. They appreciated the gesture. I spent my service on an aircraft carrier, mostly in the Mediterranean. 

I enjoyed the weather, the views and the peace. I arrived back at the Gap several hours early on pickup day and they were already there. We had lunch in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. He was a Veteran of Vietnam also. He passed away a couple of years later. When I called back a month later, their phone was no longer in service. I found the house yesterday and neighbors say she moved away the week after his death . When they helped me, they were both in their late seventies. Good Folks. 

What I am trying to say is this . . . . . 

A certain amount of my life has been a struggle. I have many friends that say the same. Something deep inside tells me to mourn what needs mourning and then Keep Going. Something deep inside also tells me to enjoy the good, for a bit, and then Keep Going. By comparison to a lot of folks, my life has been wonderful. I’m grateful. I’m 66 years old. Some never made 6. I don’t understand so much suffering, but my plans are to continue on. I’m not to old to set another goal . . . . . and I will. 

I am persistent. 

I don’t mind failure.

I manage my resources. 

I stay in my lane. 

I have much left to do. 

I gotta keep climbing those mountains. 

When you quit for awhile and come back, you will find I never left. 

We encourage each other.  

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.”     Erma Bombeck 

She was so young . . . . . 

What a day. We all have em. Something happens that wakes you up, when ya didn’t even know you were napping. I found out from a friend about an extremely young lady that passed away yesterday. Complications from a sometimes deadly disease. Bless her heart, she was so young. No particulars here. I did not know her or of her, before today. But I know her age, and it’s to young. 

We need an awful lot of research money. We have so many diseases that take a lot of lives early. So many dreams left on the table. 

I feel sad for God sometimes 

He made this cool place for us to live. He gave us tools to maintain it. Then we gum it all up and ask him to fix it. I gotta make sure I’m not doing that.