I Have Lived A Life With No Regrets

I Have Lived A Life With No Regrets

 

In this life that I have lived I have no regrets, is this something that you can say, honestly? If a person says they can, then, in my own personal opinion, they are either a very cold-blooded person, or, they are a true Saint, or a liar. Personally I know that I have committed many sins in my life and I have many regrets so I simply can not say that I honestly have no regrets. I know that I am nowhere near perfect but I do hope that the vast majority of people who have met me in my lifetime do not consider me to be a cold-hearted ass. Yet I do realize that I indeed have been a selfish cold-hearted a-hole to some people and that they have every right to feel that way about me. So, do I have regrets about choices that I have made in my life, yes, without a doubt.

 

Life itself is a lineage of choices, turns and twists. We all have many defining points in time to where we were at a crossroads and we made a choice to go in one direction when we should have gone the other way. I am not just speaking of actual physical roadways, I am also talking about such things as which classes to take in college, or should we go to college at all or take a job at Green Giant, Deans Foods, or at the Chrysler Assembly plant, or maybe should we go into the Air Force, or the Army. There are many other choices that we make that we sometimes give little thought to, should we dance with the bleached blonde with the big fake breasts or with the little Mexican girl with the beautiful smile? What if we chose the bleach blonde and we take her home with us that night and she steals our wallet with all of our cash, our credit cards and sells our identity information as well as stealing our car while we’re sleeping. Yet the little Mexican girl with the great smile turns out to be a wonderful person who we missed our chance with because of choosing the bleached blonde.

 

This little article this morning is simply meant to get you to think and to hopefully bring a smile to your face, I hope that I was able to do those two things for you. I hope that you are not a cold-hearted ego maniac who thinks that you have no sins and no regrets. If you are truly a Saint, more power to you, I salute you.

(History/Poem) Tangled And Twisted: The Belvidere Illinois F-4 Tornado

Tangled And Twisted

 

April 21st, 1967 a day that I remember well

In my mind, this day will always in infamy live

This day an F-4 tornado tore into our hometown

Killing and hurting so many the day darkness kissed

 

 

About four on Friday afternoon it showed its wrath

Down the business twenty corridor this killer swept

Hitting the Chrysler Assembly Plant about change of shift

Pacemaker grocery store and Highland Hospital it hit

 

 

Houses in the neighborhoods swept clean to cement

To the high school with children filled buses it went

Buses thrown like bowling pens, its wrath did vent

Many a white crosses are for so many of the children

Now lay in rest with white stones at their heads

The living hearts broken from the day of the twist

 

 

It’s not just cars and houses that are missed

It’s survivors lives such storms tangle and twist

Empty desks within the classrooms never filled

Forever a reminder of friends that we still miss

An F-4 tornado our lives it did tangle and twist

Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for your children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall and trails

Two scenic parks in which to spend your time

My youth from ten years of age

This is the hometown in which I was raised

No coal fields, nor mines or silk mills

Mostly factories the place people marked their time

 

From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills

Beautiful places we pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere

This is where they built an assembly plant

Chasing a good job, good wages with benefits

Belvidere is the place where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard-working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

 

Mom, dad, and my big brother Larry

They do rest there now in the frozen earth

Sister Jackie who is now a Daughter of the Cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my heart and prayers

Your beauty and your friendliness like fresh flowers

Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares

Belvidere, still such a pretty place in my heart

Will always be a special smile upon my memories

 

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

After life’s last breath does fall

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the town that I called my home

(History/Poem) Tangled And Twisted: The Belvidere Illinois F-4 Tornado

Tangled And Twisted

 

April 21st, 1967 a day that I remember well

In my mind, this day will always in infamy live

This day an F-4 tornado tore into our hometown

Killing and hurting so many the day darkness kissed

 

 

About four on Friday afternoon it showed its wrath

Down the business twenty corridor this killer swept

Hitting the Chrysler Assembly Plant about change of shift

Pacemaker grocery store and Highland Hospital it hit

 

 

Houses in the neighborhoods swept clean to cement

To the high school with children filled buses it went

Buses thrown like bowling pens, its wrath did vent

Many a white crosses are for so many of the children

Now lay in rest with white stones at their heads

The living hearts broken from the day of the twist

 

 

It’s not just cars and houses that are missed

It’s survivors lives such storms tangle and twist

Empty desks within the classrooms never filled

Forever a reminder of friends that we still miss

An F-4 tornado our lives it did tangle and twist

Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for your children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall and trails

Two scenic parks in which to spend your time

My youth from ten years of age

This is the hometown in which I was raised

No coal fields, nor mines or silk mills

Mostly factories the place people marked their time

 

From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills

Beautiful places we pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere

This is where they built an assembly plant

Chasing a good job, good wages with benefits

Belvidere is the place where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard-working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

 

Mom, dad, and my big brother Larry

They do rest there now in the frozen earth

Sister Jackie who is now a Daughter of the Cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my heart and prayers

Your beauty and your friendliness like fresh flowers

Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares

Belvidere, still such a pretty place in my heart

Will always be a special smile upon my memories

 

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

After life’s last breath does fall

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the town that I called my home