Category Archives: Get on your feet

Change your diet, chapter 2

(Originally posted 06/02/12 at Trojan Horse Productions.  Reblogged 04/02/14.)

Friday 06/01/12 we were working on the assembly line, and the music they had on the PA was WQSR 102.7 “Jack.” I didn’t mind; it was an interesting change of pace.

At mid-afternoon this one song came on that made me feel tense. What song, I don’t recall and it doesn’t matter. The music made me feel tense. That’s what this post is all about.

The earlier post entitled “Change your diet” was all about words. One needs also to be aware of the feelings and attitudes music itself brings out in you, and choose accordingly.
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My hope is built

I may no longer believe a word they say, but I can take great comfort in the hymns I learned in childhood.

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
No merit of my own I claim,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On what is my hope built?

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Pull your pants up.

(Originally posted 05/27/12 at Trojan Horse Productions.  Reblogged  03/19/14.)

Sunday, May 27, 2012

I wasn’t going to mention this, but then this happened at the shelter.

This might not have happened at a different shelter.

For about a week, this young boy’s been coming here who keeps one hand on his pants at all times. If he didn’t, they’d fall down completely. Normally his drawers are all showing.

I don’t know how many times they asked him to fix his pants, but tonight they finally told him if he doesn’t fix his pants he can’t come in.

If you wear your pants hanging off your butt to put yourself outside the mainstream, congratulations.

It works.

You’re not welcome in the mainstream.

You may not be welcome at the homeless shelter, either.

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What’s in a name?

(Originally posted 05/23/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 03/12/14.)

Some years ago, I was home on vacation (that is, visiting my mother out-of-state) and saw this item in the newspaper. In Detroit, this fellow was resisting arrest and the struggle got really mean, and he wound up sustaining injuries from which he died.

On the one hand, OK, too bad, it happens.

On the other hand, I had to wonder what other end this gentleman could have met; his mother having named him “Malice Green.”

Did either of his parents ever bother to consider what that name means?

Give your child a sensible name!

If your parents failed to do so, you may want to give yourself a sensible name.

We have a page devoted to this issue (here).

 

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Job search update, 03/03/14

Update 02/28/14 here.

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Tuesday 2014-02-11.  My prospect for the City job fell through this morning.

Some may find this story TMI, but I will get it out more quickly if I don’t try to trim it.  To cut to the chase, click here.

The listing came up in my search engine results, probably in August, that the City was accepting applications for the title of Secretary II.  Interested people could first apply, then take the appropriate exams, and if they passed they would be put on an eligibility list for positions with this title throughout City government.  The work site for any position could be anywhere.

In September I took and passed those exams.
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Beans and rice

Trump’s Budget Would Partly Replace Food Stamp Benefits With Canned Goods

I respond to the first paragraph only. Nothing else. The first paragraph.

Beans and rice are nothing to despise.

I first applied for food stamps in 2004. I had had a professional career for 25 years, and for three generations not one member of my family had ever been subject to any form of “welfare.” Now I sat in a 40-by-40 lobby full of people, filling out the forms. Assets: –0–. Bank balance: –0–. Income: –0–. And I wept. I cried like a baby.

A sister-in-law, an #immigrant, responded to this news by waging a campaign for the family to disown me. She would later tell her husband she did not want to be married to a man whose brother receives food stamps. To my family’s credit, her campaign failed. I’ve been through tons of difficulty, and to their credit, my blood kin have never left me.

Beans and rice are nothing to despise.

In my current world as a homeless man, I deal with many, many people who persevere in need BECAUSE they despise every single blessing God provides. My only hope, currently an active hope, to improve my own lot, rests in being GRATEFUL for every blessing God provides.

Beans and rice, for example.

So, here we go: Poor people, listen up! Just in case you DON’T despise every single blessing God provides, it’s OK.

#Liberals like @Arthur Delaney stand ever-ready to despise it FOR you.

Are you a good listener?

(Reblogged from Brain Sweets.)

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Posted by ⋅ February 3, 2014 ⋅ Leave a Comment
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Are you listening? Really listening? When you are in a conversation with a friend or anyone, are you hearing what the other says? Or are you thinking about what you will say next? Are you waiting for your opportunity to tell some story? Do you get so excited or impatient that you interrupt? When the other person stops speaking do you begin immediately or do you wait 3 seconds?

Listening is an integral part of communication. Sometimes real listening means you don’t get to tell the story you had in your mind or say the comment you had 3 sentences ago. Real listening means when the other speaker is done and it is your turn that you are continuing the thought, commenting on what they actually said. Waiting 3 seconds after the other person is done speaking is a way to allow your thoughts to form and shows you were listening.

So are you a good listener?

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Another good post from Tracy:

Opportunity or Argument

(Originally posted 2014-03-01.)