Oct
21
2005

Think positive.

I normally don't relay emails that I get on here, but I figured this one warranted a post. The message that it sends reminds us that even when things seem very bleak, there is a positive side to everything. I am one that needs to be reminded of that quite frequently, as I tend to look at the negative far too often. Anyway, enjoy the read. (Thanks Amanda!)


Anthony is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, Anthony was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Anthony and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Anthony replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood." Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or… I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," Anthony said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.”

I reflected on what Anthony said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Anthony was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Anthony was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw Anthony about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins! Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," Anthony replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Anthony continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine but when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Anthony. "She asked if I was allergic to anything, ‘Yes’, I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity!'. Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.’

Anthony lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Oct
13
2005

My first Leafs game.

On Tuesday night, I went to my first Toronto Maple Leafs game. While being a huge fan of hockey, I just haven't had the extra cash to go, and the opportunity never presented itself either. Finally, I was able to see hockey the way it was meant to be seen, at the rink.

I got tickets from a friend of mine. He had the chance to upgrade his tickets to reds, which are great seats and he asked me if I would like his old tickets, which were greys. Not the best seats, but hey, I'll take what I can get. So I called up a buddy of mine and off we went to the game.

So we went down, found parking for $25, and went in. Once in the Air Canada Centre, we were told to keep going up, going up, and going up. We found out the seats were not actually seats, but a portion of the floor behind the very top railing in the ACC, so we decided to find some empty seats to make ourselves home in. Not 2 minutes into the game a couple presented us with their tickets for the seats we were in, so we promptly moved to our allotted floor space.

First period was great, and even though we had to stand, one could see clearly enough to make everything out. We went for intermission, grabbed another beer, (for $12.50!!) and proceeded to climb the stairs back up. The arena had a problem with the lights, and we heard a voice from our right; "Guys, you can't drink here". Huh? "No drinking in the standing area. Didn't you see the sign?" Um, no, because the sign is maybe 6" square, almost behind a pillar, so I didn't see it. Maybe if it was on the ground where I am putting my beer down, I would have seen it. Needless to say, we got kicked out to the concorde to finish our drinks.

So we decided to say screw it and leave. I mean, who wants to stand watching a game when you can not enjoy your beverage of choice? So, we left, all was cool.

Until we hit Erin Mills Parkway and Dundas.

Some man, I guess he was in his early sixties, decided that he didn't want to turn left after all onto Dundas, and proceeded to go through – and take down – the traffic light post, cut-off a car in the left lane, which cut us off, which made us cut-off the car in the farthest right lane. He kept going, and plowed into a lamp post. His car was totalled.

So here we were, standing again. In the rain. Waiting for the police, fire trucks and ambulances. We were fine, not much besides being a little shaken up and sore. My friends truck didn't have much damage besides a few dents and in need of an alignment.

Two hours later, we finally made our way home, because the police took their sweet time filling out reports, and it didn't help that the guy who caused the accident had a heart attack on the side of the road after he realised what shit he was in. I wonder if he made it...

I guess it could have been worse, we could have been easily been seriously injured if we were a few seconds earlier, but I'll tell you one thing, it will be a while, maybe another 30 years, before I go to a Leafs game again. ;)

Oct
13
2005

Site fixed.

Again, I have no idea what is going on with my site, but it seems to be working again. I changed nothing on my side, besides reuploading files that were suspect but didn't change anything. Oh well. Maybe I'll start posting once a month again.

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