Not Every Time

These posts are generally rather negative in some fashion.  That is usually because people are idiots, and most of them do not even realize it.  This post is different.

Jayden was diagnosed with a slew of medical issues at a very young age.  Due to these medical issues, he was never going to be able to play a sport that he loved, football.  His older brother plays high-school football.  While he must love watching his brother play, he must also be envious.  I know I would be.  As a parent, it would be heart wrenching to live with this.  My son was also diagnosed with a slew of medical issues very early on, so I can feel some of this pain.  My youngest does not have the desire to play football like Jayden (yet), but like Jayden, he will never be able to play.

My oldest son plays 5th/6th-grade football where Jayden has been the water boy for the past two seasons.  It was the last game of the regular season, and the 5th quarter (where all the kids get a chance to play).  It was truly and honor to witness (and film) Jayden’s first, and probably only, chance to play football.  People like Jayden and my son will have character that very few of us can come close to.  These kids persevere through the toughest obstacles most of us take for granted.

This time, I am not going to bitch and complain about stupid people.  No.  This time, I give an inspirational plea that more people in this world should be like what we see in this video.  The coaches giving a boy a chance to live his dream and not caring about the score (on both sides of the ball).  The team that rallies behind their friend.  The parents who cheered a kid to a touchdown.  For once, there was not one negative thought at a sporting event.  Everyone cheered in unison for something positive.  Amen to that!

Jayden’s Touchdown

Vacation to Work

There seems to be something wrong with needing to take vacation from work to get work done around the house.  It happens often around this time of  year.  Working full time, going to school full time, taking kids to football practice, keeping up the house, cooking dinner, and many other things I cannot remember.  When it gets dark earlier and earlier, I cannot mow grass at night.  I guess I could, but it would look like shit, and I would end up running over the cat.  This time of year, vacation is used for big projects around the house.  Moving a big pile of dirt, fixing fence, building  a barn, installing shelving, redoing plumbing, wiring the garage, and a few others have been done on vacation days.  I actually enjoy those vacation days.  It means that I am actually doing work that matters and will last a long time, unlike my real job where nothing I do will matter in three years (if that long).


American is becoming paranoid, yet completely ignorant.  Take the matter on guns and gun control.  It is so engrained in our culture the be able to own and use guns, but people forget that.  Thirty years ago, it was acceptable to bring your rifle and ammo to school so you and a couple of buddies could squirrel hunt after.  I am sure there were school shooting back then, but maybe not as many.  Then again, at schools where this was possible were much less “congested” with students with a lot less pressure from both society and other students.

Should there be gun control?  Sure…. to a limited point.  We do not want violent criminals or people with mental issues carrying a bunch of guns an ammo.  Guess what?  We already have those laws on the books.  What about drug dealers?  Those laws exist too.  I was reading an article in American Rifleman where given a scenario (very possible) if the law were to be enforce, this person would spend over 1,000 years in jail for violating gun laws.  If we need more laws, fine, but let’s first enforce the ones we have before we create any more.

Most of us who legally carry a firearm respect the law and obey it.  We’re not shooting up schools, banks, or store.  Almost all of the time, the person who commits these acts has already violated the law and should have already been pushed.  Next think you know, they’ll start banning knives and require permits to have kitchen knives because those can be jut as deadly as gun.

Gender Differences

Are men and women equal?  No.  Are all men equal?  Nope.  Are all women equal?  Again, no.  Is that bad?  Not at all.  We all deserve equal rights, or at least an equal chance to live our lives.  The choices we make in life help decide how much of that freedom we keep.  Anyone who has been convicted of a crime knows that freedom can be precious, but freedom and an equal chance at life does not mean we are all equal.

Everything from physical traits to psychological and mental abilities proves we are not all equal.  We are not all six feet tall and weigh 150 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes.  Men are usually better at certain things that women.  Women are a helluva lot better at giving birth than any man alive.  Men shouldn’t complain about that.  Men are typically faster and stronger, but that does not always hold true.  That’s why the word “typically” is in that sentence.  When the primary goal of a male has been to hunt and protect his family for tens of thousands of years, you cannot erase that gap over night.  Some might see that as a bad thing, but the entire evolution of the human species has brought us to where we are today.  Some women might like a sissy-man who cries every night at the injustice of something.  Most women I know (and yes, have talked to) do not want that.  They like the strong, stable rock we men can/should be.

My point is that we should not ignore the fact we are not all equal, but we should not persecute each other for it either.  Society has some fallacy that everyone deserves a trophy.  In real life, trophies are not handed out; they are earned.  The NFL does not give every team Super Bowl rings.  I can’t go play in the NFL.  I do not complain (except when my team blows yet they still make 40x more than I do).  No matter how hard I work, I will never be on an NFL team.  Those guys are a lot better at that than me.  I accept it, and move on–knowing that I am not equal in those areas.