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Writing, thoughts, ramblings, and what makes me laugh

Here’s My Card…

Going through Jr. High and High School I had four guys I would consider my best friends. We were always out running around together. We spent hours upon hours playing basketball at my house and a few of the local parks. We practiced plays and drills like crazy. We had zero aspirations of playing college ball but a “sweet victory” over some local punks at City Park was enough to satisfy our egos. We played until the sun went down and the game usually continued for a few hours after that (as long as dad allowed me to turn on the flood lights).

We shared many conversations during those basketball games and even more when they were over. We talked about girls, school, jobs, families, other people, church, our mistakes, our hopes, and girls. I can honestly say I probably had the biggest laughs of my teenage years during those times. We made fun of each other. We laughed about girls we had dated. We were shocked at our similar teenage parental struggles and we pretty much figured out life and all of it’s problems (if only I had transcripts of those conversations!).

Of course there were times when we got mad at each other (some because of basketball related “fouls” or a losing streak). We did what most teenage guys did…we didn’t talk about it and hung out with the other guys in our group until we forgot what we were mad about. We all shared a similar sense of humor but different enough that we could catch each other off guard.

Humor is really the point of this post. I was going through a desk at my parent’s house and found a birthday card that one of my above compatriots purchased me. I’m not sure which birthday it was but I know it was 15-17 years range. I’m not sure why I kept it but I think, somewhere deep in my subconscious, I knew someday there would be an outlet to share this with the world.

Without further adu:

Here is the front…

And the inside…

In case you are at all curious, “YF” stands for “Your Friend.” We were already using texting shorthand before it was mainstream popular. Another reason we were so cool.

Now, I’ve blacked out the name for security purposes. He could be a United States Senator now, but I’m not telling.

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August 4, 2010 Posted by | Friends, funny | , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Good Idea/Bad Idea

Hey friends,

Here’s a video that some buddies of mine and I put together.

We are going to film a few teaching illustrations as well as some funny stuff.

Check out our channel on YouTube: Agathos Entertainment. Agathos means “Fun” in Greek. Enjoy.

Any thoughts would be welcome.

Hopefully much more to come.

August 24, 2009 Posted by | funny, Video | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

My Medical Training…

Yes, it’s been awhile since I’ve been on here. The world of sickness, leading a DiscipleNow at our church, and then speaking at a DiscipleNow at my Youth Pastor’s church in Knoxville.

I always enjoy going to Central for DiscipleNow. Tommy impacted my life in such a promienant way as my Youth Pastor and he has impacted it more as a friend and mentor. I enjoy the people of Central and have been blessed to be apart of their extended church family. I’ve seen students go from 8th grade to college. I’ve been blessed to be included in on some of the milestones of their lives.

With that said: I had a house full of eighth graders for the weekend. Boys and girls. Guys and gals. Loud and Louder. Crazy and silly. I think you got the idea. Inbetween our sessions this past weekend we had free time. We played interactive games, chatted with one another, and just laughed. Well, after our first Saturday morning session our host reminded them there was a basketball goal outside. Apparently all of the students were struggling with a basketball addiction because they shot down the stairs like a 13-year-old girl after Zach Efron.

I get outside to play a few traditional games of Knock-Out, when I look over and see one of the eighth grade boys sitting down with his shoe off.

“What happened to you?”

“I hurt my ankle.” he replied.

I now reverted back to an ignorant new born with my next question.

“How did you hurt it?” (I know I know)

My blindness to the obvious was too much for him to handle. He was unsure how to answer.

“Ummm…playing basketball?”

“Oh.” I replied somewhat surprised for reasons I can not figure out. “It cant’ be that bad. You’ve only been out here a few minutes.”

“But it’s huge. It’s swollen.” he replied back staring down at his foot.

“You lie.” I said as I walked over. “It’s never as bad as you…GOOD GRACIOUS THAT’S HUGE!!! IT’S LIKE BIGFOOT LET YOU BORROW HIS SLIPPERS!!”

“I told you.”

“Boy that shoe is never going back on your foot!” I said with an apparent disregard for any opportunity to encourage.

“I’ll be fine. But do you think it’s that bad?”

“That’s no moon. It’s a space station, Luke.”

At this point, he, like you the reader, stared blankly unaware of my vast knowledge of the sci-fi world and my ability to include it into my daily life at the most opportune moment.

Well, we all walked back inside the house ready for the next session. One of the Host’s and myself were explaining to him how he needed to elevate his ankle and it needed to be iced. We set him up some pillows to keep it raised and she got him a bag of ice to keep on his ankle. All is right in the world.

Halfway through the session the students are talking, discussing, and are really digging deeper into what kinds of decisions they make. As we are talking I turn over and look at this student and his leg is on the floor next to the pillows.

“What are you doing?” I asked

“It’s uncomfortable on the pillows.” he replied.

“The pillows?? Are you serious? Pillows are the definition of comfortable. When you are laying down and you can’t get comfortable, what do you say…I sure wish I had a pillow? Pillows are always the answer. What do say when you can’t sleep well…I couldn’t get my pillow comfortable. It’s always the pillow. What is the reply when you tell someone you can’t sleep…Do you need a new pillow? When you are leaving for a long trip in the car and you have everything loaded and you are sitting in the car about to start it. Why do you rush out of the car and back into the house…I forgot my pillow!!! Pillows were created out of discomfort. If we had more pillows in this world there would be less war! Your ankle is uncomfortable because it’s the size of a watermelon on steroids. Don’t blame the pillows.”

“Well it’s cold too.”

“That’s the point. The cold we keep the swelling down. Now put it back on the ice.”

“I can’t stand it. My ankle is turning blue.”

“Oh it is not.” I again said as I leaned over for a better view. “It’s just your imagina…HOLY COW LOOK AT THAT ANKLE!!! IT’S LIKE PAPA SMURF IS STRAPPED TO YOUR ANKLE WITH BLUE DUCT TAPE!!!”

I moved back over to my spot and said, “Just keep it off for ten minutes and put it back on.”

In case you are wondering the swelling did go down, but he walked with a small limp in his step.

Later that night he was taken to Food City…you’ll find out what happens tomorrow.

April 7, 2009 Posted by | Ministry, Students | , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments