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The Boy & His Bike

There once was a lad ‘o long time ago
His bicycle, to be sure, was grand
The whitewalls were sturdy, the breaks in their prime
No equal did it have in the land

One sinister eve the man and his bike
Decided to challenge the law
Thought he, ‘If I’m quick, ‘ol Trixie and me
Can run and never be saw…seen.

So along sped the boy, no lights on his bike
‘Till past the old mounty he rode
With the speed of a puma he jumped in a bush
Then scurried back to his parents abode

Nervous and timid his conscience did wax
And his father no help tried to offer
Lessons must be learned, my boy needs to know
That transgressors in this life never prosper

So in his heart the boy pledged change
A new being he aspired to be
He’d teach the world not to ride lightless at night
For him, the choice no longer binary

Time rolled on and the boy upright grew
His accomplice in crime even turned a new tire
Now a father with kids, he taught them so well
Until one day some kids toyed with fire

A boy dropped in and asked out his darling girl
A biking date was planned and set
So the man took his cycle and patched up a hole
The streets hadn’t seen the last of ‘Ol Trixie yet

With a smile the man gleamed and hoped in his heart
That ‘ol Trixie would keep them from sin
Alas, his life goal, was shattered in two
When he asked if in the dark they had been

It was true, their bike ride was without lights and outside
And reminded him of his day in the bush
And just like him, they too felt the guilt
And decided ne’er more the law to push

The moral seems clear, but please lend me your ear
And indulge me as I utter and moan:
When the sun’s gone down, there’s no place in town
As safe and as lighty as home

by a nighttime rider

The World We Live In

A news story caught my eye today. The headline read, “Rich man claims to be Jesus.” Curious about this claim, I watched the MSN Video. While not refuting biblical teachings of “donations,” this man claims that prayer isn’t necessary. He says that there’s no such thing as sin. He also says there’s no hell.

Interesting real life reflections on 2 Nephi 28 “And behold, others he flattereth away, and telleth them there is no hell; and he saith unto them: I am no devil, for there is none —and thus he whispereth in their ears, until he grasps them with his awful chains, from whence there is no deliverance.”

Just as my thoughts were leading me to recognize a modern day Korihor (anti-Christ) I spotted an ad for the *NEW* Desperate Housewives. It’s curious indeed that the media so often reports on the world’s ills and asks in apparently sincere tones why these things are happening; then they turn around and in the same breathe advertise “entertainment” that reinforces the baser instincts of human life. You can’t question the consequences of the actions that you applaude or even silently support.

As the video news stories rolled through their queue I was reminded in another way that the end is near. With vivid images of Hurricane Katrina’s destruction I pondered again the question that I’ve come to ask myself so often these days, “Do you have a testimony of Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?” Perhaps an odd question to ask at this point you say? Maybe. But then again, we never know when we’ll be called home to stand before our Savior. I imagine that it will be pretty important at that time to have an answer to that question.

Perhaps the digital snippet of saddening haps that stirred my blood the most was the story on the new “morning after pill”. Referencing the sexual revolution that began back in the 1960s with the advent of the first “Pill”, birth control, the story spoke about the possibility that a similar change in sexual behavior may be on the way. The pill is called “Plan B” and will soon be available over-the-counter. To me the biggest potential negative effect of a pill like this is a further degradation of how we as a society see and value life.

We as a culture are continually seeking new and ever secret ways to hide from public view the consequences of our poor and bad decisions. Sure, we may hide our poor food habits with liposuction; we may mask our alcoholism with mouthwash and a cold shower; we may hide our sexual irresponsibility with pills and contraceptions, but when all is said and done, each poor decisions becomes part of who we are. Yes, we may overcome the effects of our bad choices I believe; however, the very real danger we run is to wake up one day, without the motivation to change our ways. We will then begin to lay the foundation of flawed character and the rewards we gain, will be just as flawed.

If negative news stories were saturated fat, the next Super Size Me video would have to be about how mainstream media is clogging our minds and dulling our desire to do good. I recommend that we eat news sparingly and make sure to include lots of service in our diets in order to keep our perspective clean and priorities in order. Perhaps the following will help us realign:

The Latest

Hey fellas and gals. For those two [I’ve since been informed that three people actually read this, so, here’s to you too brah] people that read my blog (you know who you are), I wish to blog an update to my lifearooni.

First off, I’d like to say to anyone that’s felt a bit neglected or ignored by me that I’m sorry. I have successfully done it again, booked my time so I can barely breathe. Sure, it’s really nice to be busy and not have much time to get in trouble, but I do miss being able to call someone up and chat when I get home from work. Instead, I’ve been jumping from work at 10x Marketing to fulfilling orders with my business, Yard Game Central, to managing apartments at Old Mill, and then preparing lessons for Church. As if that wasn’t enough, things ALWAYS come up. I’ve put time into fixing sites that I responsible for. Hackers got onto our SunSavvy site and messed it up. That kinda broadsided me. I left it messed up way too long. Just didn’t have the time. I think we probably suffered from that, because our main girl had just attended a HUGE conference in CA and given people business cards to go to the site. NOT a good time for the Arabian Hackers Guild to make their move on us.

I was getting frustrated with work at 10x, but a simple switch in attitude has made all the difference. Whereas once we thought we’d be going under,I think that we’ll be alright there.

Aside from work (which I’m glad to say I’m learning to love and gaining the work ethic that I have thought I didn’t have) I just got back from Havasupai in Arizona. Ohhhhh…such a sweet trip. I improved some friendships and made some new ones. It’s interesting how first impressions can be totally changed with a little effort to get to know someone. I felt very rewarded on that trip to get to know a new friend. Such a sweetheart.

I’ve been going out with a girl the last couple of weeks. She’s very sweet and fun to be with. We’ve had some great times already. I really enjoy getting to know her. Don’t EVEN assume though that you know what’s going on, I prefer people asking me how I feel, NOT them making stuff up about me and telling their friend and dogs about it. Thank you for your cooperation(not referring to the two people that asked me when the heck I was going to post to my blog again).

So, bottom line, I’ve been too busy to watch House, M.D. and have been realigning and finding much joy in life as I seek to humble myself and make life easier for others. I’ll start school again next week. I’ll need to cut out some things I’m currently doing if I’m going to finish things up this semester. I’ll start premed classes in the Spring of next year.

Captain or Crew?

Life keeps coming
I greet it and smile
Yet each moment, all the while
Divvying my finite time

Unorganized and unaware
I’m tied to my commitments
Passenger status replaces commander
I’m now captained by my life

Time set aside with friends
To pull my thoughts, to meditate
Refreshes and brings a light,
A semblance of ownership again

Goals are important once more
Attention daily spent on realignment
While many things fall
Many things begin to fly

Orchestrating my destiny
Falling on my knees
Keenly aware that I am not my own
Enlightened from above

And you thought 175 miles was bad?

New ambition…

The Appalachian Through Hike.
Georgia to Maine
2000 + Miles
Over 3 months

*NEW RESOURCES ADDED 8/26/06*