I previously wrote about the absurdity and disgusting nature with which a doctor, who had claimed to be the answer to our prayers for my husband's life, was trying to scare us out of holding him responsible for lying, breaking doctor/patient confidentiality, and whose office told us that my husband's life is not worth saving. (You can read more about that here)
But since I wrote that portion there have been updates. First, as far as my husband's health goes, the stress of this whole situation has made it so that any progress he had made while in the hospital after almost dying following a stroke and the consequential effects, have completely regressed. Now, the prosecutor in the county where the offending doctor works is pressing charges upon myself and my husband. The officer who had taken the complaint, who neither confirmed nor denied when I asked him if he knew the doctor personally, but remained silent, which he did each time he was asked this question once told that the call was being recorded, called us up just to tell us that the prosecutor had intended to pursue charges.
Let me start by saying first, that these people all work together, they see each other on an almost daily basis, and in a three day time managed to pursue and push through charges of Malicious Telephone use? Second, I will not, and will never apologize for being upset when a doctor's office who, in writing, took on the responsibility of my husband's life after almost dying after a 4th stroke at the age of 40. We are not an elderly couple who have lived a full life and now are at the point where these things are natural occurrences of life, something is seriously amiss with my husband's health, and it has been taken as a joke by the medical community for years, resulting in this heinous, and horrific journey that he has been on. Thirdly, any doctor who is willing to break doctor/patient confidentiality in order to scare, harass, and attempt to bully a former patient out of filing a medical malpractice lawsuit has more to hide than just sending a patient on their way to die. Fourthly, the prosecutor in question does not even have the authority to pursue these charges as the phone call that supposedly was so offensive was not even made to the county within which these charges are being filed. Therefore, this is all completely a waste of time and an attempt on my husband's life, as we have it recorded the doctor saying that without immediate medical attention my husband will not live. This doctor even went as far as recommending us to go to the ER immediately, saying that he would call ahead and let them know exactly what was going on, and his recommendations (which he did not do, and according to the hospital, has never done for any patient in the 13 years that that administrator had worked there.)
I have spoken to several medical professionals who have expressed to me their personal opinion that this doctor should not be practicing for reasons such as these, those who would speak at all.
This is not the first time we have gone up against a doctor that has been vindictive, it is not the first time that a doctor's office has fucked with us (Do you fear for your life now because I dropped the F-bomb?) it is, however, the first time that a doctor has had the nerve to proceed to attempt to have the law pursue us while breaking several laws.
Did you know that when doctor's get physically assaulted by a patient, most of the times they don't report it? Do you know why? It is because it would be breaking the law to report it.
In this case, however, the doctor in question has not seen either myself or my husband in person before; we have never physically been to their office, and we have only spoken on the phone, not to mention that my husband is terminally ill. So how can an alleged phone call cause a doctor to fear for his life? Either he is literally the biggest pansy on the face of the planet, or he is a liar. We have seen first hand that he is a liar. A liar who has no integrity; a liar who has no dignity or compassion or heart, and in this case one who has been given a license to dispense medication at will as not only a medical doctor, but also a pharmacy.
But all of this is just semantics and doesn't truly matter. What matters to me is that as a result of all of this bullsh*t is that my husband is lying at home dying without the proper medical care that he needs. Joshua is only 40 years old. 40! You can't capitalize numbers, but if I could I would. In what world is a 40 year old, not to mention his numerous talents and gifts, being left to die at home when simple medical care could be the difference between a full life and this half assed one.
Pardon my language in this post, to all of those who have been reading faithfully. But I don't understand. I don't understand why this is happening and I don't understand why it is happening to my husband. No man is more deserving, and not that I'm saying anyone deserves to be sick or to suffer because no one does, but no man is more deserving of compassion, or love, or empathy because no man has ever given more compassion, no man has given more love, no man has given more empathy than my husband.
We aren't 80 years old having lived a full life and are going through what happens with old age, we are a young couple who just want a chance to live the life that is there. It is there simply in good health. When has health been a gift that you have to ask for, to turn to people for? Since when, in 2015, in the United States of America has health been something you had to fight tooth and nail, and risk everything including your freedom to obtain? Why?
With all of the new legislation that has been passing this week, there has been a lot of talk about national healthcare, Obamacare, and how there should be preventative care, but how about people who have been dropkicked down into the gutter, even having good health insurance? There is not a single thing on the list of "what to do when you get sick" that my husband has not done. We have been through the list a dozen times, just since I've known him. So what? WHAT? What are we supposed to do now?
Now that hope has been taken away yet again. I don't understand it at all.
The Sounds of Heaven
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Inspirational Quote of the Day
If you have a positive attitude and a heart full of love and forgiveness, then how could anything ever get lost in translation?
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Personal Thought
We as people have many different moods. Changing from moment to moment. We must not censor ourselves, or be so easily offended. Sensitivity is a good thing. It becomes great when it is used to benefit the hearts of others. This is how we find balance. Without balance, we have not yet achieved responsibility. Our responsibility to ourselves is to be responsible for others. In today's world we have lost a sense of humor. We have lost the ability to forgive or put ourselves in another man's shoes. We pick and choose who is important to us and most of the time, this decision is based upon fear. Many times in movies, fear is addressed as a good thing. I disagree. It restricts us from natural growth. Growth in our humanity.
Through my health issues I have learned many things, first, I find myself in a place where I can not stand using the word things. Yet, many times simplicity is better. To cause another man fear is to cause another man harm. To live within fear ourselves we accomplish nothing. Righteousness is an absolute gift, but just like everything else must be chosen. And most importantly must be applied. I have seen people who need validation and they achieve this by bullying, lying, deceiving, by trying to intimidate. Many of these people come in the form of police officers and doctors. They take an oath to save and protect lives. But they hide behind the power that is given them to destroy. To take away safety, to take away lives. Most of the time, just because they can.
We live in the world of guilty before innocence. I have experienced this many times and both my wife and I are, as of this moment. We forget about the sayings that we were taught as children. Two wrongs don't make a right. Yet, we hold on to the ignorance of sayings such as where there's smoke there's fire. This is a world that I don't want to live in, but it is a world that I do. It is something that we as people, if we join together, have the ability to stop and change. I have found the words and actions of others horrifying. Is it really the strong that prey on the sick and weak? Or is it the weak that do so? My definition of becoming a man and growing as a man is to forgive those.
But sometimes in life, as I believe no one has ever went a lifetime without experiencing this corruption. We find ourselves living in fear without control or power. Misinterpretation is one of the greatest tragedies of this world.
Take it as you will, but I will give you an example, as I will paraphrase. As people, it is our responsibility to plant seeds. The person or persons we are doing this for, it is their responsibility to accept that gift, to tend to their crops, their heart their spirit, and to grow. A misinterpretation: Tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. And simply as humans we decide to leave this as just that. Yet that is not how the statement ends. Again paraphrasing: A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, only a man that lives his life foolishly lives by this path. Without it being taken in it's full context the message is lost as we manipulate whatever we want to achieve our own answers that benefit us and us alone.
As people we must remove fear from our lives. To achieve this we must not put fear on another man or let them put it on us. Today's world there are so many foundations that represent this same exact thing. As we overlook the obvious and what is in the dark is left in the dark. It is our responsibility to bring light to all of these problems.
I heard recently that they are choosing a woman to be on the ten dollar bill. The uproar was quite chaotic. Does it really matter? Is this really the affirmation or validation that we need? Does it change anything? How fickle we are. My wife and I were talking about this. Of course, it is obvious that women were not allowed to have a voice, but is that a choice? When looking through history, is there a woman that had set themselves apart, that without their words and actions the world may be different than we know today, and of course I mean worse? And my wife and I came to the conclusion of Rosa Parks. A woman who did not live her life in fear. And because of her, this generation's life and world is completely different, and proof that one simple action can change the world for the better for all generations to come.
At some point and time, no matter what our race, we are all minorities. But what we do as human beings, when righteous, creates a majority. Most of us have went through the exact same things as the person we may or may not know that is standing right next to us. Yet somehow, through our rose colored glasses, we say we are different. The only difference between us and the person standing next to us are the people along the way that change one of these person's life for the better. I am a fighter. And no, I don't mean literally in violence. I am a fighter of all things righteous. I have been fighting for my life for over 15 years. For some reason, my heart is still beating. As I've said before, I doubt there are few people that can relate to what I have been through and what I am going through. But that does not mean it is unrelatable.
The word comprehension is lost. It is lost through ignorance. It is lost through selfishness. To comprehend is to understand. Do we even take the time to do this? Do we live in ourself to understand only those things that reflect our lives, that affect our lives, that we are interested in? How could we not be interested in all aspects of humanity?
I have seen people be so jaded, but if hardship comes knocking on a person's door; we overlook as that hardship may have fallen on us just the day before. Is there not enough time in this world? Is that not what we were given? There is always enough time. We find time for what we want, but can we find time for what others need?
A simple kind word. A small gesture. That could turn into something so large and remarkable, that the snowball effect becomes unparalleled. I have never found myself lost in the confusion of the difference between right and wrong. But I have found myself confused by those who are lost in their ability to determine between right and wrong.
So I ask you to think of this: We always know the difference between right and wrong. There is no gray area in this. The only time we ever find a gray area is when it applies to us and us alone. To an individual. We become lost in he said she said. We interfere in lives, involving ourself in something that we have no business doing so. Yet, we idly stand by and watch the destruction of another man because it's none of our business. This contradiction does not go overlooked. It's just overpassed. And to rephrase that we simply pass over.
Those who are sick that can not get medical treatment. Those who are innocent of crime, but have no legal representation. This world has been filled with title, fame and money, as the only result of this means to an end is safety. Safety of physical persecution. Many of the greatest men to ever walk this earth, had to endure trials and tribulations that we can not possibly fathom. And many of them had not a dollar to their name.
So please do not take your health or freedom for granted. Please help those that do not have the ability to get themselves out of a mess that someone else created for them. An olive branch. A helping hand. In my 40 years on this planet, to say the least my life has been tragic. I have seen the ugliness of this world, but more importantly the ugliness of man. We often validate ourselves by the power and control that we hold over others. This has nothing to do with fairness. This has to do with righteousness or the lack thereof.
Soon I will be sharing a story that will make you understand exactly what I am saying. A story about my life, about my wife's. We do not live separate lives, it is our life. This is something that we have chosen. The responsibility of another is never overlooked. Without responsibility, there can be no such thing as love. It is a very overused word. As the meaning behind it is determined by each individual. It is used to make a person look or sound better. When the definition of love for a person is to just be better. It's the only thing that could drive you to do so.
So as I stated; I will be sharing a story shortly. I have learned that my life unfolds, not just by my own choices, but by the choices of man; the purpose given to me by God. My destiny that ultimately aligns me with another. I have seen passiveness, aggressiveness, passive-aggressiveness. But very seldom have I seen assertiveness, conviction. We are our own worst enemy. And in this case, the enemy of my enemy can not be my friend. With my last question, not only to all of you, but to myself: when something happens so bad caused by man, how could another man help you? Within this lies fear. So of course, it comes down to simply God.
In our situation, I will do something openly that I have never done openly. I have always believed my faith is enough. But I am asking God to reach down and save myself and my family. I have been a faithful servant of the Lord since I could remember. I have believed in my healing; as without this my purpose would be lost and my existence would be in vain. This is not a proclamation, this is an expectation. Please do not lose faith in God or each other. Believe me when I tell you, as I speak the truth, that there is always someone that is going through something that can not be comprehended. But this is because of their lack of faith and discernment. Not for God. Not for other men, but within themselves. Definition Ignorance.
Take Care and God Bless.
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
Post Script: I have been called or deemed a warrior, a fighter, a man possessing infinite grace, patience, wisdom, conviction, forgiveness, sympathy, empathy, and I could go on. I have had people call me an angel, metaphorically and literally. All of these would be considered great. All incredible virtues. I am very hardened, very tough, I am what you would call old school. A man's man. We truly can not understand ourself, or others if we have not had a gift taken away. If it is by our own doing, we still deserve compassion. If it is by another man's, we deserve redemption.
Through my hardships, because of my health or lack thereof, in my heart, I have been treated with disrespect to that of a child. Because my health issues are so prominent, I struggle with the battle to walk tall. As simply, I am broken. Many times in my life, people have referred to me as being insatiably nice/kind. In my youth, I had an easier time expressing my appreciation to others and then I went through these unbelievable trials. For some time I had lost that. When I met my wife, I had learned or rather was taught, how to speak through my heart again.
I find men having a very difficult time showing appreciation to others in a proper manner, as somehow this can make a man feel less than, not only the man speaking, the man listening, creating a loss of comfort and becoming unresponsive, almost being ashamed. To be a man, we must be open. We must be confident. We must walk softly and speak to others with generosity. My father is an example of the opposite of this. He is degrading, temperamental, irresponsible. My mother is the same. Yet, these two people were the ones that taught me how to grow up and be a man.
I don't know if somewhere along the lines they lost their way, or they had just never found it, and to put it simply were faking it, based upon what they had seen their parents do. My father is very degrading and disrespectful, very loud and obnoxious, very rude. He cares nothing of anyone else. Complains like an infant. And anything that he does for you, even if not asked, he will hold over your head. He is 62 years old, soon to be 63. Because I have seen this, that is one of the realizations that has come upon me to understand that who we are is a choice. To have dreams and goals, aspirations. To believe in a better future. This allows us to look back in retrospect, reflect, to grow and change and to give humility, because humility is an incredible gift.
In today's world, speaking our heart is somehow considered feminine and weak. It is nothing of the sort. This stems from love and humility. I speak of men specifically feeling uncomfortable with soft words. When I was growing up, if you spoke softly to another male, you would be called gay, or a homo. We don't use these words like we used to, but we feel just the same. But we must learn how to be all things to all men. Maybe, just maybe, if we spoke more openly about our heart, through our heart, we could change this type of behavior. There are so many contradictions. A woman wants a sensitive man, but also a tough guy. She wants to be spoken to in a lovely manner, with appreciation and respect. Men want the same thing.
Compliments are not what I am talking about. I have always taken compliments with a grain of salt. They are usually only beneficial to the person speaking them. But I believe we know the difference when we are paid a true compliment. This is called discernment.
So it comes back to comprehension and accountability. To be able to understand and comprehend a man's heart, to be able to speak accordingly, and be able to speak righteously or soundly without judgment or condemnation that we are lacking in our manhood. If being a man means being shut off, unresponsive, vocalizing our feelings through anger, aggression, through intimidation, so we can feel better about ourselves; being loud has nothing to do with conviction. No man speaks just one way. He adapts to the people around him. Holding onto his own character, but understanding the individuals that he is talking to.
Politics is an example of this. It is juvenile at best. As I see the presidential candidates come about; they talk as if they know so much, yet they know nothing. Giving false hope by phrasing their words, by adjusting their facial expressions, so that they can convince others to believe in them. We all see through lies and ignorance. Yet, we choose to overlook it and believe what is coming out of their mouth. When we open up our hearts, we must open up our hearts to everyone.
Every man has an enemy, and every man is an enemy. Yet, we were not born of this. Speak softly, but with conviction. Do your best to make people think, but allow them enough information to come to their own conclusion and make their own decision. And lastly, let them know who you are through your words and actions that stem through the heart so we can know each other. And to do this, there is only one way: to know who we are in Christ. Whether you are in a crisis of faith, or simply a crisis, the old saying, the old biblical verse, the hymn: I was lost, but now am found. Even those who are found, many times become lost. We must find out way back and help others to do just the same.
There can not be revolution without resolution.
Through my health issues I have learned many things, first, I find myself in a place where I can not stand using the word things. Yet, many times simplicity is better. To cause another man fear is to cause another man harm. To live within fear ourselves we accomplish nothing. Righteousness is an absolute gift, but just like everything else must be chosen. And most importantly must be applied. I have seen people who need validation and they achieve this by bullying, lying, deceiving, by trying to intimidate. Many of these people come in the form of police officers and doctors. They take an oath to save and protect lives. But they hide behind the power that is given them to destroy. To take away safety, to take away lives. Most of the time, just because they can.
We live in the world of guilty before innocence. I have experienced this many times and both my wife and I are, as of this moment. We forget about the sayings that we were taught as children. Two wrongs don't make a right. Yet, we hold on to the ignorance of sayings such as where there's smoke there's fire. This is a world that I don't want to live in, but it is a world that I do. It is something that we as people, if we join together, have the ability to stop and change. I have found the words and actions of others horrifying. Is it really the strong that prey on the sick and weak? Or is it the weak that do so? My definition of becoming a man and growing as a man is to forgive those.
But sometimes in life, as I believe no one has ever went a lifetime without experiencing this corruption. We find ourselves living in fear without control or power. Misinterpretation is one of the greatest tragedies of this world.
Take it as you will, but I will give you an example, as I will paraphrase. As people, it is our responsibility to plant seeds. The person or persons we are doing this for, it is their responsibility to accept that gift, to tend to their crops, their heart their spirit, and to grow. A misinterpretation: Tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. And simply as humans we decide to leave this as just that. Yet that is not how the statement ends. Again paraphrasing: A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, only a man that lives his life foolishly lives by this path. Without it being taken in it's full context the message is lost as we manipulate whatever we want to achieve our own answers that benefit us and us alone.
As people we must remove fear from our lives. To achieve this we must not put fear on another man or let them put it on us. Today's world there are so many foundations that represent this same exact thing. As we overlook the obvious and what is in the dark is left in the dark. It is our responsibility to bring light to all of these problems.
I heard recently that they are choosing a woman to be on the ten dollar bill. The uproar was quite chaotic. Does it really matter? Is this really the affirmation or validation that we need? Does it change anything? How fickle we are. My wife and I were talking about this. Of course, it is obvious that women were not allowed to have a voice, but is that a choice? When looking through history, is there a woman that had set themselves apart, that without their words and actions the world may be different than we know today, and of course I mean worse? And my wife and I came to the conclusion of Rosa Parks. A woman who did not live her life in fear. And because of her, this generation's life and world is completely different, and proof that one simple action can change the world for the better for all generations to come.
At some point and time, no matter what our race, we are all minorities. But what we do as human beings, when righteous, creates a majority. Most of us have went through the exact same things as the person we may or may not know that is standing right next to us. Yet somehow, through our rose colored glasses, we say we are different. The only difference between us and the person standing next to us are the people along the way that change one of these person's life for the better. I am a fighter. And no, I don't mean literally in violence. I am a fighter of all things righteous. I have been fighting for my life for over 15 years. For some reason, my heart is still beating. As I've said before, I doubt there are few people that can relate to what I have been through and what I am going through. But that does not mean it is unrelatable.
The word comprehension is lost. It is lost through ignorance. It is lost through selfishness. To comprehend is to understand. Do we even take the time to do this? Do we live in ourself to understand only those things that reflect our lives, that affect our lives, that we are interested in? How could we not be interested in all aspects of humanity?
I have seen people be so jaded, but if hardship comes knocking on a person's door; we overlook as that hardship may have fallen on us just the day before. Is there not enough time in this world? Is that not what we were given? There is always enough time. We find time for what we want, but can we find time for what others need?
A simple kind word. A small gesture. That could turn into something so large and remarkable, that the snowball effect becomes unparalleled. I have never found myself lost in the confusion of the difference between right and wrong. But I have found myself confused by those who are lost in their ability to determine between right and wrong.
So I ask you to think of this: We always know the difference between right and wrong. There is no gray area in this. The only time we ever find a gray area is when it applies to us and us alone. To an individual. We become lost in he said she said. We interfere in lives, involving ourself in something that we have no business doing so. Yet, we idly stand by and watch the destruction of another man because it's none of our business. This contradiction does not go overlooked. It's just overpassed. And to rephrase that we simply pass over.
Those who are sick that can not get medical treatment. Those who are innocent of crime, but have no legal representation. This world has been filled with title, fame and money, as the only result of this means to an end is safety. Safety of physical persecution. Many of the greatest men to ever walk this earth, had to endure trials and tribulations that we can not possibly fathom. And many of them had not a dollar to their name.
So please do not take your health or freedom for granted. Please help those that do not have the ability to get themselves out of a mess that someone else created for them. An olive branch. A helping hand. In my 40 years on this planet, to say the least my life has been tragic. I have seen the ugliness of this world, but more importantly the ugliness of man. We often validate ourselves by the power and control that we hold over others. This has nothing to do with fairness. This has to do with righteousness or the lack thereof.
Soon I will be sharing a story that will make you understand exactly what I am saying. A story about my life, about my wife's. We do not live separate lives, it is our life. This is something that we have chosen. The responsibility of another is never overlooked. Without responsibility, there can be no such thing as love. It is a very overused word. As the meaning behind it is determined by each individual. It is used to make a person look or sound better. When the definition of love for a person is to just be better. It's the only thing that could drive you to do so.
So as I stated; I will be sharing a story shortly. I have learned that my life unfolds, not just by my own choices, but by the choices of man; the purpose given to me by God. My destiny that ultimately aligns me with another. I have seen passiveness, aggressiveness, passive-aggressiveness. But very seldom have I seen assertiveness, conviction. We are our own worst enemy. And in this case, the enemy of my enemy can not be my friend. With my last question, not only to all of you, but to myself: when something happens so bad caused by man, how could another man help you? Within this lies fear. So of course, it comes down to simply God.
In our situation, I will do something openly that I have never done openly. I have always believed my faith is enough. But I am asking God to reach down and save myself and my family. I have been a faithful servant of the Lord since I could remember. I have believed in my healing; as without this my purpose would be lost and my existence would be in vain. This is not a proclamation, this is an expectation. Please do not lose faith in God or each other. Believe me when I tell you, as I speak the truth, that there is always someone that is going through something that can not be comprehended. But this is because of their lack of faith and discernment. Not for God. Not for other men, but within themselves. Definition Ignorance.
Take Care and God Bless.
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
Post Script: I have been called or deemed a warrior, a fighter, a man possessing infinite grace, patience, wisdom, conviction, forgiveness, sympathy, empathy, and I could go on. I have had people call me an angel, metaphorically and literally. All of these would be considered great. All incredible virtues. I am very hardened, very tough, I am what you would call old school. A man's man. We truly can not understand ourself, or others if we have not had a gift taken away. If it is by our own doing, we still deserve compassion. If it is by another man's, we deserve redemption.
Through my hardships, because of my health or lack thereof, in my heart, I have been treated with disrespect to that of a child. Because my health issues are so prominent, I struggle with the battle to walk tall. As simply, I am broken. Many times in my life, people have referred to me as being insatiably nice/kind. In my youth, I had an easier time expressing my appreciation to others and then I went through these unbelievable trials. For some time I had lost that. When I met my wife, I had learned or rather was taught, how to speak through my heart again.
I find men having a very difficult time showing appreciation to others in a proper manner, as somehow this can make a man feel less than, not only the man speaking, the man listening, creating a loss of comfort and becoming unresponsive, almost being ashamed. To be a man, we must be open. We must be confident. We must walk softly and speak to others with generosity. My father is an example of the opposite of this. He is degrading, temperamental, irresponsible. My mother is the same. Yet, these two people were the ones that taught me how to grow up and be a man.
I don't know if somewhere along the lines they lost their way, or they had just never found it, and to put it simply were faking it, based upon what they had seen their parents do. My father is very degrading and disrespectful, very loud and obnoxious, very rude. He cares nothing of anyone else. Complains like an infant. And anything that he does for you, even if not asked, he will hold over your head. He is 62 years old, soon to be 63. Because I have seen this, that is one of the realizations that has come upon me to understand that who we are is a choice. To have dreams and goals, aspirations. To believe in a better future. This allows us to look back in retrospect, reflect, to grow and change and to give humility, because humility is an incredible gift.
In today's world, speaking our heart is somehow considered feminine and weak. It is nothing of the sort. This stems from love and humility. I speak of men specifically feeling uncomfortable with soft words. When I was growing up, if you spoke softly to another male, you would be called gay, or a homo. We don't use these words like we used to, but we feel just the same. But we must learn how to be all things to all men. Maybe, just maybe, if we spoke more openly about our heart, through our heart, we could change this type of behavior. There are so many contradictions. A woman wants a sensitive man, but also a tough guy. She wants to be spoken to in a lovely manner, with appreciation and respect. Men want the same thing.
Compliments are not what I am talking about. I have always taken compliments with a grain of salt. They are usually only beneficial to the person speaking them. But I believe we know the difference when we are paid a true compliment. This is called discernment.
So it comes back to comprehension and accountability. To be able to understand and comprehend a man's heart, to be able to speak accordingly, and be able to speak righteously or soundly without judgment or condemnation that we are lacking in our manhood. If being a man means being shut off, unresponsive, vocalizing our feelings through anger, aggression, through intimidation, so we can feel better about ourselves; being loud has nothing to do with conviction. No man speaks just one way. He adapts to the people around him. Holding onto his own character, but understanding the individuals that he is talking to.
Politics is an example of this. It is juvenile at best. As I see the presidential candidates come about; they talk as if they know so much, yet they know nothing. Giving false hope by phrasing their words, by adjusting their facial expressions, so that they can convince others to believe in them. We all see through lies and ignorance. Yet, we choose to overlook it and believe what is coming out of their mouth. When we open up our hearts, we must open up our hearts to everyone.
Every man has an enemy, and every man is an enemy. Yet, we were not born of this. Speak softly, but with conviction. Do your best to make people think, but allow them enough information to come to their own conclusion and make their own decision. And lastly, let them know who you are through your words and actions that stem through the heart so we can know each other. And to do this, there is only one way: to know who we are in Christ. Whether you are in a crisis of faith, or simply a crisis, the old saying, the old biblical verse, the hymn: I was lost, but now am found. Even those who are found, many times become lost. We must find out way back and help others to do just the same.
There can not be revolution without resolution.
Inspiration is just that
If you have something to say please do so. But do not speak by only using your mouth. Use the words that come from your heart and spirit, the ones that are immediately processed through the brain. Remember, there could be something you have to say that could change the world for the better.
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
Monday, June 22, 2015
Family of BlackHawks
Because the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup, I have decided to share an anecdote. Though most of my long winded anecdotes don't get read, I have nothing to lose. As far as life is concerned, I have had many people in my family that have reached quite a level of success, but I have found there is always a story behind every man's journey.
I have three cousins that were and are exceptional hockey players. Two of them were chosen for the 1980 Olympics in hockey. Kurt and Adam. Brothers none the less, but two different ways of life. Unfortunately, the United States boycotted the 1980 Olympics as now my cousins can not live their life long dream. Instead of waiting for the next Olympics to come around, as they lived in Chicago they were drafted and played for the Chicago Blackhawks.
I have three cousins that were and are exceptional hockey players. Two of them were chosen for the 1980 Olympics in hockey. Kurt and Adam. Brothers none the less, but two different ways of life. Unfortunately, the United States boycotted the 1980 Olympics as now my cousins can not live their life long dream. Instead of waiting for the next Olympics to come around, as they lived in Chicago they were drafted and played for the Chicago Blackhawks.
Before this happened, my cousin Kurt worked in heating and cooling. My cousin Adam was a drug dealer. Both of them made the team, and both of them started for the Blackhawks for several years.
My cousin Kurt had gotten injured during a game. He had taken a year off for rehabilitation and played for several more years in Chicago's minor league hockey team. Eventually retiring as he enjoyed the outdoors moving to Montana. Yet, still having a home in Chicago.
My cousin Adam on the other hand, who I must add both had a very privileged upbringing, not only sold drugs, but used them as well. My Aunt Sue, who loved her sons tremendously, aided my cousin Adam in his absconsion of the law. Adam moved to Florida. One day Adam was driving. He got pulled over. He did not have his license on him. So he said that he was his brother Kurt. The police officer was an incredible Chicago Blackhawks fan, originally being from there. And remembered Kurt as a player. But the officer had to do his job. So he was arrested for driving without a license. As this was about 20 years ago, it took quite some time through fingerprinting to get back a person's identity. My cousin, Adam, was let go as being my cousin Kurt. He was on the lam for ten years and one of the FBI's most wanted. Though the amount of drugs that he was originally caught with would not be a big deal today, 20 years ago Nancy Reagan had started the war on drugs. With the help of his mother, my Aunt Sue, who had wealth beyond reason, my cousin Adam turned himself in and did his bid. Now living his life helping others and coaching a hockey team in Chicago. So this story contains riches to riches, privileged to greatness, and the difference between a man who appreciated what he was blessed with and one that did not. But as they had started out in the same place, coming full circle, they are living identical lives as they did as boys...
Previously in my anecdote I had mentioned a third brother that was incredible in the sport of hockey. As I was telling my father how I had shared the story, he had reminded me some of the story that I had forgotten, so here it goes.
My uncle Richard, who for some reason preferred to be called Dick, played alongside the great Bobby Hull and they were best friends. This is how my three cousins had been groomed into the sport of hockey. The cousin that I had left out is my cousin Kyle. Kyle was one of the greatest prospects ever in the history of hockey. And it has been suggested that he would have been one of the greatest hockey players of all time as he also played for the Chicago Blackhawks. It is very rare for three siblings to play for the same team. But because of my uncle they were already considered hockey royalty. Though this story was easily forgotten, because it is not often talked about. The reason for this is that my cousin Kyle had been injured so severely that not only could he not ever play hockey again, he almost lost his ability to walk.
But still the experience must have been amazing as of course it is tragic. My cousin Kyle and I were very close. I have not seen him in many years. Just a couple years ago he came to visit. I was not doing very well, but my wife had the opportunity to meet him. She had told me that he was raving about me as I am a very large man and the last he had remembered of me I was healthy and in incredible shape and LOVED to eat. Of course it was for the purpose of putting on muscle, but I also enjoyed putting down four or five extra large pizzas as well. Before you get ahead of yourself, I was carrying a 32" waist.
My wife, Anna Bella Vaughan, said he was tremendously overweight and reeking of alcohol. Yet, jolly as Santa Clause. I had missed the opportunity due to my health. But as I have a page called The Greatest Stories Ever Told as I believe/know everyone has an incredible story, I believe this and my other anecdote about Kurt and Adam would be an example of this. In ending, Kyle had said to my wife laughing, "I sure hope you're a good cook, cause Joshua LOooooooves to eat."
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~
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