FOR MARCH 2007
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ending March 25th, 2007
this past Thursday night I received a call from a friend.
She was audibly shaken and very upset. She had a major issue
going on in her life. My immediate reaction was to ask her
if there was anything I could do to help. She told me she
couldn't talk over the phone about it. I asked her if she
wanted me to come over and be there for her but she declined
saying she needed a female friend to talk to. Someone to sit
with and comfort her. She didn't want to involve her family
(or me for that matter) and she didn't have a lot of close
understood. Though my intentions are always well meant, I
am no superman nor am I always the best person to talk to.
I thought about it for a second and remembered a mutual friend
(and a strong woman of faith) who would definitely be the
best person to help her. Thankfully our friend did not hesitate
to offer her help.
works in His own special way - on a plateau that mankind just
does not understand. I do know that whenever I feel like I
have it bad on a particular day (such as a minor
bruised leg), God reminds me there are others
who are in much greater need. I can't even begin to speculate
why bad things happen in our lives but I do know with absolute
faith that He'll never give us more in our lives than we handle.
other news I found out Friday morning I was approved for a
home loan so that's great. I have started looking at a few
places to buy versus rent. It seems that if I want an affordable
home I won't be able to live as close to the beach as I'd
like. No worries, the important thing here is to stop wasting
money on rent and plan for my future. I'll either figure out
a way to keep racing WSMC or put it off altogether. That would
be a bummer but there are more important things in life than
also started looking into some new Churches. As much as I
love Saddleback, this relocation is coming at the right time.
My desire to go deeper in the word isn't being met currently.
Maybe that was another reason all the chips fell into place
the way they have lately. He sensed I needed positive change
in my life and therefore has guided me into a new city, a
new job, a new home, new friends and eventually, a new Church.
Whatever His ultimate plan is, I have absolute and
complete faith that everything is going to work out
in the end.
ending March 18th, 2007
your week was as fun and interesting as mine. I've been delving
into work, sitting in on conference calls, ordering myself
some new technical books and preparing for lots of lab time.
I'm really enjoying the lab! There's so much stuff you can
work with and it really feels like I am making progress. For
the first time in a long time, I show up to work early and
leave late. Gotta love it.
course I am continuing to look for a new place. Target move
date is May 1st and I'm really excited to get this going.
So far I'm not finding what I want. There are some good places,
just not in the kinds of areas I want to live in. I'm trying
to find a place close to the beach so that's what's making
it harder. I've filled out a few mortgage applications and
will probably use my VA Loan from my time in the Marines.
If I buy, it may end up causing me to cut down my racing significantly
but on the other hand, it puts me in really good position
later on in life for me and my future family.
Thursday night I headed down to WMSC for Friday's "Advanced
Racer's Clinic". (Pics are HERE
for the non race stuff) I stayed the first two nights in the
trailer which felt a lot like camping. On the third night
I decided that I needed a shower - badly (...sniff... "What
stinks?!"), so I went to the Devonshire and camped there
for the night. I have to admit it was pretty cool sleeping
in the trailer...listening to the wonderful sounds of nature
such as the Coyotes howling at the moon and the pleasant hum
of hundreds of power generators - haha. Sleep?! Who needs
sleep?! Let's RACE!
practice was fun. I got myself back into the 1:33
range which is what I was running before I broke
my collar bone. I think with a lot more hard work I can cut
those times down even more. Amazingly it wasn't what I learned
from the ARC class but from my pit neighbor - Jason Perez.
He looked at my tires, asked what my lap times were, looked
me in the eye and said "Dude, you just need to open up
the throttle some more..." so I did and the lap times
started dropping. I think some of that has to do with getting
more seat time and being used to race speeds again. Before
WSMC in February I had a total of one track day in seven months.
all the down time between sessions and at night I managed
to complete Job and am 1/3rd of the way through Psalms. God
was definitely with me over the race weekend.
Our race was the last of the day and it was quite eventful.
Click the RACING
page to read the full report.
to come later but I wanted to thank my friends for helping
me out this weekend. I had a blast and can't wait to do it
again next month :)
ending March 9th, 2007
is good :)
of my time this week has been spent reading up on SAN technology
and really coming up to speed with the kind of equipment I
am going to be working with. It turns out most of it is larger
versions of the stuff I've been working on for years so that's
good. There's some familiarity that makes the transition a
week I got to spend some time with my friend, Derek, from
Saddleback. (Might I add a NEWLY appointed Pastor/Staff member
- congrats, amigo! He served many years as an intern for that
spot and it was well deserved.) We worked on his bike and
then he and his wife took me to Natraan's for Indian. WOOT!
I was starving but even if I hadn't been the food was great
as always. It was neat to peer into his life a bit and see
where he has come from and where he is now. Great job!
week I got not one but TWO games of golf
in. One solo, one with Pastor Clayton from Saddleback. He's
such a cool guy to hang around and it's neat to see him outside
of Church. While he's every bit a spiritual man, he does have
a great sense of humor and it quickly rubs off on you. Who
says if you become a Christian life stops being fun!? If anything,
Pastor Clayton and Derek both prove time and time again life
just becomes BETTER! Let's get one more game in before I move,
golf I headed to the gym and worked out. I've changed up my
routine adding in some new exercises (such as dead-lifting,
squats, etc) to help shake the rut I am in. I gained 10lbs
of muscle over the past 4 months (BFI went down, weight went
up) and then hit a plateau so I was told to change things
up and eat more. That, in addition to the new whey protein
isolate I am taking (With water mind you! It has very little
milk in it -- and if you know me even a little you know milk
and me just don't get along, at all...haha!) is helping a
Over the past couple of years God has a way of helping me
reach others through "incidents" such as the lady
I helped who rolled her Volvo on Ortega right in front of
me, the homeless last summer, the DUI
Hit and Run driver last fall and the following.
With that in mind, let me tell you about something that happened
I leave the gym, hop on the Bandit and head home. As I come
to the corner of Bake and Portola, ready to turn left, something
catches my eye. It's an older woman to my right standing on
the other side of the road. She's holding a sign, upside down
I might add, that reads "Destitute. Homeless and jobless.
Won't you please help me???" She was not dressed in rags
nor pushing a shopping cart. On the contrary she looked like
she went through a lot of effort to look the best she could.
I know some might be thinking "Yeah it's just a trick
lazy people use to get out of work, druggies use for drug
money or alcoholics use to buy liquor." Maybe. But
for every one who is faking it I'm willing to bet there are
100 who are not. I'd rather take the chance and help someone
(at the risk of losing a few dollars) then possibly leave
them to starve. And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's
a woman in distress. Call me a sucker, a sap, easily manipulated
-- whatever. I don't care. I answer to a higher authority.
That's someone's mom out there. Regardless of her situation,
she needs help and a little kindness. Quickly I throttle over
to the bank, grab $20.00 out of the machine and zip back to
see if she's still there.
pull over to the curb and give the bike a quick honk. She
doesn't turn. Ok, it's a Bandit. Maybe she doesn't realize
I am honking for her. I honk it again. She turns,
slightly startled that I appeared out of nowhere. I wave her
try and remember whom I represent as I open my mouth - no
mincing words: "Do you believe in Jesus?"
she said, struggling to see my face through the helmet. "I
just don't believe in that stuff."
Undaunted I reply "Did you know that you could get
help from Saddleback Church, just down the road? They offer
counseling services and they can get you connected with people
who can offer assistance."
looked at me as if I was about to give her a lecture. I understand.
Not everyone is willing to listen to the good news and not
everyone is open-minded. I've learned over the past few years
that you will never force someone to come to know Christ.
That's something they have to be willing to accept on their
own. You just have to live your life with God as your co-pilot
and others will want to know what makes you so care-free and
happy. I know, I've been there before. I was a non-believer
for most of my life thinking I did not need the "crutch"
that God provided and could do everything on my own.
wrong I was.
a grin that sported a missing front tooth she replied "I
just don't know, I'm not into that stuff."
As genuinely compassionate as I could be I replied "They
are there to help you. You are under no obligation to stay,
to take a bible or commit to Christ. They're there to help
you get back on your feet."
"I just don't know..." she said, now with
a noticeable frown.
"Here..." I replied, handing her the folded
up $20.00 bill just retrieved from the bank. "Please
go get something to eat and then walk the few blocks that
way (pointing towards the Church) and ask to see a Counselor.
They will help you."
looked down, unfolded the bill and realized it was twenty
dollars. It's not much, I know, but to someone in need it
means a lot.
you!!!" she said, obviously happy with the fact
my stop was not a "lecture" but indeed "help."
I can't walk away from people in need, male or female, but
after losing my own mom I couldn't ride away -- acting as
though I didn't see her.
not from me..." I said, with a smile"...it's
a small gift from God. You know where the Church is. God bless
hope He blesses you too...." she said.
wave goodbye, turn to look over my shoulder, drop the Bandit
into first and quickly meld into the heavy traffic already
clogging up Portola.
already has..." I say aloud to myself. Shifting
though the gears the words echo off the walls of my helmet.
ending March 4th, 2007
a really great week. I am diving into the new career and liking
it a lot. I've kept extremely busy and am trying not to get
too inundated and keeping focused on soaking up as much as
I've started earnestly looking into finding a new place. All
I really want is a two bedroom with an attached garage (two
car would be ideal) so I can set up a recording studio and
remote office in the extra bedroom. A two car garage would
give me plenty of room to store and work on bikes.
week I got a game of golf in. I had been thinking about playing
for a long time and just haven't managed to get around to
it. This time I got off my duff and went and hacked away at
that little round ball. Well -- I think I did more hacking
of the fairway and rough than I did the ball itself. I am
sure CMG&CC's groundskeeper is not too happy with my feeble
attempts at intimidating Tiger Woods. I was more like "James
Woods" on a bad acting day. hah. The funny thing is I
used to play there a lot before I hurt my hand and I recognized
the starter and a few other people who work there. Most of
them have been there for 15+ years. It's was nice to chat
and catch up with them.
I ended up buying some stuff for WSMC as I am now required
to have a fire extinguisher handy (or they say they will ask
you to leave!). So I bought one along with a cot and a new
10x12 shade. I was thinking I may try converting the trailer
into a semi-camper/bike hauler. Not that I am too cheap to
pay for a hotel but it makes sense for when I want to go to
dirt biking as well. I can do some riding, camping and bring
my telescope to do some star gazing. How cool is that?!
for reading, I'm up to 1st Chronicles. I've also been reading
up on my networking material. You can say that I'm up to my
ears in reading but I am enjoying the peace and solitude.
it for now, have a great week! As always, any news and updates
will be posted on the front page.
For those asking "What's the deal with sword on your
front page graphic?! Are you now a Rossi fan?!" - NO!
haha. The sword does represent a new beginning. A change in
life, conquering your fears, overcoming obstacles and basically
making the most of the life God has given you (for His glory).
The sword is symbolic of the determination to give God complete
control of my life...