Chad Writes Stuff

How do you choose to live your life. Its not over until YOU say it is. Thank you aunt christina for sharing this true gem of a video. This is advertising at its finest. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vksdBSVAM6g&feature=player_embedded

"Doubt startin' to creep in, everyday it's just so grey and black. Hope, I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one sees my vision When I play it for 'em, they just say it's wack. But they don't know what dope is. And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this. All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest. You picked me up, breathed new life in me. I owe my life to you. Before the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do. But it just dawned on me; you lost a son. See this light in you? It's dark. Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you. I don't think you realize what you mean to me, not the slightest clue."     "It hurts when I see you struggle. You come to me with ideas. You say that these are pieces, so I'm puzzled. 'Cause the sh-t I hear is crazy, But you're either getting lazy, or you don't believe in you no more. Seems like your own opinions, not one you can ...

Dear Dad... W ell its been almost 11 years since you passed.  It seems a lot has changed since you were here, or at least it seems to me.  The biggest thing I notice is that you are not around for me to call anymore when I have those bad days.  I miss hearing your voice on the other end of the line.  Sometimes you gave advice and other times you just listened.  I always counted on you being there and I kinda miss it every so often. Mom is doing okay.  She misses you the most, although, i would say it is a tie.  She has her health issues, but she she is doing okay. I try to visit her as often as I possibly can. She is getting fragile but still as beautiful as you remember her.  She has a smile that warms the core of my being and our relationship since you passed has become incredibly strong.  If I can't come visit, I try and give her a call weekly just to let her know that I love her.  She is still an avid crossword and now souduku puzzle figure-outer (I just made that word, I know...

This was an interesting look at the human condition and what really drives us. Do humans always sell out to money, or do they consider the greater good? How do we determine where our life is best served, or is that decided for us? The story is that of Jacob Pederson, who manages an orphanage in India. He loves his children but the facility is in desperate need of funding. He is sought out by an investor that is apparently impressed by what he does and makes a journey to Copenhagen. Upon his arrival he is taken to a fantastically lavish hotel and then meets with Jorgen Hannson, a successful entrepreneur who wants to fund Jacobs orphanage. The two talk shop for a bit and then Jorgen says he has to go as he is prepping for his daughters wedding the following day. He invites Jacob to come. Upon arriving late to the wedding due to traffic, Jacob catches the end of the wedding. He becomes the focus of Helene Hanson, Jorgen's wife. The glances become more obvious a...

Too good not to post. Thank you Mom so much for sharing and helping me keep perspective. The Cab Ride I arrived at the address and honked the horn. after waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward th...