My first job out of high school was leveling land on a thousand acre dairy farm in the high desert of Southern California. Six days a week I ran a caterpillar 613 paddlewheel scraper out in the middle of nowhere all by myself. I bounced back and forth or round and round on that machine all day long filling in the low spots and knocking down the high spots in dry dusty fields that were to be irrigated and planted in silage corn or alfalfa hay for the 500 head of Holsteins that occupied the ranch.
As I drew on the cool water I heard the whirring of an airplane engine over the slow rattle of the idling diesel beside me and I looked up to see a brightly painted bi-plane fly over me at very low altitude. It was canary yellow with a red target painted on the side. It flew by so closely that I could see the pilotís head protruding from the top of the fuselage. As I watched it fly away I noticed another plane much like the first flying toward me from the direction in which the first plane was headed. It too flew past me at a very low altitude and close enough for me to clearly see its markings. It was bright red with a black German cross painted on its side. The two planes flew away in opposite directions and I went back to my water.
A few seconds later I heard the sound of approaching airplanes again and looked up to see both planes descending upon me from opposite directions at an altitude low enough that I could have thrown a rock and hit them. Their parallel paths converged directly above me and I craned my neck to watch them whiz by. Just after passing me, both planes ascended into a vertical climb until each stalled and fell backward toward the earth as they released white smoke, creating a trail down from their highest point. Each plane righted itself as it tumbled downward and headed back toward me and crossed directly overhead again, heading in opposite directions. The planes proceeded to ascend into a loop and back down leaving behind a trail of white smoke. Both planes then made u-turns and headed back toward me. They crossed over my head again and the red plane flew up into a stall again falling back toward the earth with a trail of smoke following, as the other plane made another loop. Both planes flew over my head again, turned and joined in a side by side flight into the horizon.
I stood in awe during the entire display. I was the only person for a mile in any direction; no one else had witnessed this event but the pilots and me. These two strangers in antique airplanes must have seen me standing there in the middle of that deserted field and decided to show off their skills, and give me a treat that few people ever receive. I felt very special and privileged to have received this favor. It had been my own private air show.
I think of that day and I wonder how often this kind of thing happens each day. How often does someone look around them and see an opportunity to make a stranger feel better about the day. Not as often as it used to, I would guess. How much better the world would be if people looked for these opportunities and took advantage of them when they appeared. But, in the hustle and bustle modern America we are compelled to look for every opportunity to get ahead. And, getting ahead necessarily entails getting ahead of someone else. We squeeze past others on the freeway, and we finagle our way ahead of others at the grocery store.
And, we really donít have much choice. In this age of fierce competition for every scrap with any value, one is pushed down and under unless one fights everyday for his fair share. This is what I tire of, and this is why I look back at that day in that dusty field with nostalgia: because I was given, without paying or even asking for it, a gift that relieved me of that fight for one day and gave me the sense again that there is good in the world.
Written by: Lance Nalley
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An Old Man's Dreams Little Johnny Knox, Three Time
From Fear To Freedom, The Story of a
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No man is an island, is an old saying that was meant to say that no man stood alone, but needed help from others, and gave strength to others. But, here is the story of an island that was a man. In the short history of time, there was one island that was a monument to a single man. It starts out like a fairy tale.. Once upon a time there was a barren island. This almost insignificant little man was sent off to this barren island and turned it into a mirror of his soul and the fulfillment of his vision. One stick at a time he turned his barren island into a work of lasting, world-renowned beauty and peace, an island where the nightingales sang songs of singular wonder ne'er found elsewhere since this little man set down roots on a barren island, and bloomed.
Have you ever noticed that most of man's dreams are based on false assumptions. We dream of loping free with the wolves, but really don't like fleas. We dream of the security that lambs must feel, but don't want to be sheared. We dream of being lions, but gag at eating raw meat. We dream of being loved, but can't see the way or take the time to make ourselves lovable.
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A Definition Of History by Leo Tolstoy gives us yet another peg to hang our ratiocinations upon.
Definition of Art?
Charity never faileth, especially when our hearts fill to overflowing with charity.
When Theories fail.. Petty science teachers can rage until doomsday that no two snowflakes are identical, but until every snowflake that has ever fallen or ever shall fall is matched against every other snowflake that has already fallen or ever shall try to fall -- the identical snowflake theory remains just a theory resting on its oars out there in lolly-gagging land.
Deliberate Fraud: Evolutionists resort to the lowest forms of fraud in order to gain more believers. Down and Dirty with Darwin Evolutionists are now feeling so battered that university professors advise their students not to discuss this theory with non-believers. "Sounds like a religious cult to me," say some.
Global Warming freezes thermometers 57 years ago there was this silly theory running through the kitchen that said "the quickest way to freeze ice was to fill the ice trays with boiling water. There are still a few old house wives that believe it works. These days it's the pseudo-scientists that believe global warm winds tearing through the polar regions will make the ice caps freeze solid and start a new ice age!
Man, the Meanie of the Planet. This is a high resolution pdf document so you can print it out and hang it on the wall. Be sure to RIGHT Click the link, and save it to your computer.
Fuzzy Logic Clarified This is another essay you will want to keep handy where you can print it out.
Are we forever Doomed? An essayic poem by Rudyard Kipling
I see Grandpa. He's calling out for me.
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That first day of school
A Break From Boredom -- by Lance Nalley
INVICTUS... Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit, from pole to pole
The gods and Heroes of the Ancient World
Staunch, steadfast, loyal and true. What better friend can a man have?
The House By The Side Of The Road
Friendship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson. A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. I fancied he was fled, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again, -- O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, And is the mill-round of our fate A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair.
This Web is MY Web
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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The Almost Good Housekeeping monograph is a good excuse for the harried homemaker to put off until tomorrow all those burdens of yesteryear, and quit trying so hard.
Sex before the Sax: The first thing I learned about Lois was she had a label for being froward. Kids at school said she had had sex with Alfred. Not long after I arrived, another boy came forward to admit he had made a score at her door.
Old Rattler, and the King Snake.
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