tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34107479097526170182024-02-18T19:38:02.740-08:001948 onwards - Cat's have nine lives - I feel I'm on number eight.Mr. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991055530600577464noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410747909752617018.post-12777593223322901212015-10-28T06:39:00.001-07:002015-10-28T07:27:28.404-07:00Elephant Poo and Snakes Too<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><i>A true tale from the jungles of Northern Thailand.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black; font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="font-size: large;"> The jungles of Southeast Asia, I now call home, squirm with
creepy, crawling, slithering, hair-raising, crazy, slinking, creatures, big,
small and in-between-scary beasties all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The elephant the exception.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’re
cool!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I own a ‘little’ five-year old,
good-looking elephant so I’m prejudice.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;"> Unexpectedly one day, the creepy and elephants collided, a
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Instead of a stomach elephants have
a long intestine, which requires them to eat and poop continually, regularly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A large 4-ton Asian elephants daily consumes 800
pounds of forage, 10% of their body weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What goes in must come out, 50% or 400 pounds of poop. Big problem if it
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<span style="font-size: large;">That’s where this tale begins.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Early one morning word spread an
elephant had not eaten or pooped during the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not good but not too serious either given she
continued to flap her ears and swish her tail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A trip to the hospital wasn’t necessary but an enema was.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The constipated elephant was walked
to the camp’s jungle clinic and given the procedure. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unsuccessful, the next step was more
invasive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Someone needed to push his arm
up her butt and clear the blockage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Another disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With two failures
Joe, the elephant camp manager called off any further interventions for the
morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time to give the sad
constipated elephant a rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I watched her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked miserable as she tried to poop but
nothing. Plugged. I wondered, was there anything I could do?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Thunder interrupted my concern as dark
clouds rolled in over the mountains, announcing a storm was approaching. I had a
new problem; my house leaked requiring the windows be closed and the bed covered
with plastic. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I raced to get home ahead
of the storm.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Quickly I waterproofed the house. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ready to return to the elephant clinic, I saw
part of the mattress was uncovered. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grabbing
the plastic I pulled it up toward the headboard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An unusual movement caught my eye, stopping
me instantly. A cold shiver ran down my spine. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> There under the headboard of my bed
slithered a three-foot snake. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I blinked
and it was gone. A million questions arose. Poisonous? Cobra? More?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I jumped back, uncertain. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heart
pounding and stick in hand, I slowly walked around the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>With only a bed in the room where could the snake be hiding?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small; mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Expanding my search I carefully looked
in the clothes hamper, under the rugs and inside my tennis shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I circled the bed again. Near the headboard I noticed something, a small
hole, big enough for a snake to slither into where the mattress met the wooden
bed frame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was certain where the snake
was, under my bed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unable to lift the
mattress alone and knowing the mahouts were in the mountains with guests, there
was only one person who would know what to do, Joe the camp manager.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I called him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Joe was at the clinic assisting the
constipated elephant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With no time to
deal with snakes he advised me to wait, but for what?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The snake had to be captured before night or
I’d be sleeping with a venomous reptile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The thought was unsettling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Distancing
myself from the creature was my only option.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I closed the front door and set off
for the jungle infirmary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon arrival I
saw the elephant was eating and pooping, the evidence, one enormous green poo on
the ground. Constipation cured it was time to battle a snake.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Preeda, a camp guide roared up on his
motorcycle, nodded for me to jump on and off we went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching my house it was obvious the news had
traveled quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five mahouts stood
ready to fight the monster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small; mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Opening the massive teak doors I peaked
inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All was quiet. No movement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No snake. The mahouts, impatient, shoved past
me into the house surveying the interior, silently planning their attack.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Vigorously the mahout shook each of
the 9-foot floor to ceiling drapes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No
snake. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My bed came next as the pillows
and blankets were removed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No
snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The nooks and crannies of the
headboard were checked but uninhabited.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Coming up empty handed the mahout
moved to other possible hiding places.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Methodically
they pulled the clothing out of the hamper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>No snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The bathroom held zip. Using
flashlights the mahout slowly checked every inch of the woven bamboo ceiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No holes, no snake.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Finally the clothes in the wardrobe
were checked, as were the boxes and suitcases. No snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Worried, I wondered where the snake could
be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would we ever find it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Dead end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mahouts were about to leave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’d found no snake. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a state of near panic I remembered where I
thought the snake might be. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With my
limited Thai and elaborate hand gestures I pointed to the bed and the hole in
the frame. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mahout exchanged nervous
glances before approaching the bed. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Slowly they lifted the mattress off
the bed’s wood frame to reveal a large sheet of plywood with just enough space
beneath for a snake to hide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tension
filled the air as carefully the plywood was lifted. No snake.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Undeterred, a renewed search was
launched.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wardrobe was thoroughly checked
again as were my suitcases.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No
snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The floor to ceiling curtains
shook enthusiastically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pillows, blankets and woven bamboo
ceiling came under intense scrutiny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No
snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mahout scratched their heads
looking for direction. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Preeda’s eyes met mine. “Are you
sure you saw a snake,” he asked? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Had I seen a snake? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I re-played the scene in my mind. Yes. There’d
been a snake slithering under the headboard, a long green and black one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But the seed of doubt had been planted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I wasn’t so sure. I’d seen a snake hadn’t I?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The mahout replaced the mattress
and left laughing. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where was the snake?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t know. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Could I ever sleep again in my house? I wasn’t
sure. On the one hand I doubted the snake was anywhere inside, but worries
lingered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If a snake could freely slither
in and out of my house, how could I ever feel safe?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The mahouts’ prolonged search was
evident as my house was a mess. Time to bring order. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Afraid I’d see the snake I worked fast. Nearly
done I moved to straighten the bed. Standing next to the headboard I began
tucking in the sheets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An unexpected movement
caught my eye and sent my heart racing. The snake, there, slithering under the
headboard, ready to strike! </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I stared as the shadowy reptile
coiled mere inches from my hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Terrified
I stepped back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The snake went wild,
then vanished. I looked keenly at the area. Something was not right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t sure what, but then it came to me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> “Could it be?” I asked myself. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Was my own hand the culprit? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hand and an overly active imagination?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> To confirm this revelation I cautiously
extended my hand over the area I’d seen the snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shadowy reptile reappeared, slithering
into place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked at my hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked at the shadow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I repeated the experiment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time I moved my hand toward the bed the
snake automatically reappeared.</span><br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mystery solved! There wasn’t a
snake under my headboard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’d never been
a snake. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><em>Pop.... pop.... pop!</em> The sound woke me out of a deep, much needed sleep. I blinked my eyes and shook my head. One lone street light, shining through a tiny slit in the floor to ceiling curtains, provided a little illumination to the otherwise dark room. <i>Pop, pop, pop</i> came the sound again. I was tired and in no mood for this very unwelcome interruption to my beauty sleep.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCkveuKp0e7R3-SRamJfJG1hDil1FEZhspwIMeY7OAw56pCe9Yk7URQFtqms6lE9qm_IK__cwzJp4q5LA2BsvL9sDFYnyllTeifmWmj1Oc8sD0wlH3-ZrQMqg7U868ylYMXWDt941wOg/s1600/need-coffee%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCkveuKp0e7R3-SRamJfJG1hDil1FEZhspwIMeY7OAw56pCe9Yk7URQFtqms6lE9qm_IK__cwzJp4q5LA2BsvL9sDFYnyllTeifmWmj1Oc8sD0wlH3-ZrQMqg7U868ylYMXWDt941wOg/s200/need-coffee%5B1%5D.jpg" width="197" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>After an exhaustively long flight from Sierra Leone, I'd arrived in Nairobi earlier that day. I'd been traveling in Africa for several months as part of my job with Freedom From Hunger Foundation. Arriving in Kenya, I was bone weary tired from all my travels. All I wanted now was to sleep. I glanced over at the clock next to my bed. It was just a few minutes before midnight. Oh brother.... this noise was not what I needed right now.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>My mind went back to earlier that day when I'd checked into the Boulevard Hotel, where I was now staying. Lugging my suitcase, I had wearily climbed the short stairs to my second floor room. Opening the door, I had been utterly amazed to see that the entire outside wall of my room was glass! Placing my suitcase on the bed, I had looked out at the cars and buses that were slowly snaking their way through Kenyatta Avenue's late afternoon rush hour traffic. Given the location of the hotel near the city center, and the fascinating view through the sliding glass balcony door, I thought to myself.... this place is great! </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>I rolled over in my bed for the umpteenth time, pulling yet another pillow over my head, trying to block the sound that was continuing to interrupt my sleep. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18WNIl1WuYF7zytnnQ19HqDaG5-jzWJ8sqjQYHikfn94lhSMDdjRPLTi0oNirFjoBw2QvVW_Ca5AG9w9-MKSgznfnnwcbP0JNV-idNjt4RuIWPFLujKq5AHVmbnretAU9_yziTnPPb0g/s1600/happy_smiley_with_a_machine_gun_wearing_a_hat_postcard-p239892175657777799trah_210%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18WNIl1WuYF7zytnnQ19HqDaG5-jzWJ8sqjQYHikfn94lhSMDdjRPLTi0oNirFjoBw2QvVW_Ca5AG9w9-MKSgznfnnwcbP0JNV-idNjt4RuIWPFLujKq5AHVmbnretAU9_yziTnPPb0g/s200/happy_smiley_with_a_machine_gun_wearing_a_hat_postcard-p239892175657777799trah_210%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Then, the <i>pop, pop, pop</i> sound of the small arms fire that I'd been hearing for the last hour or so, was replaced by a new, more ominous sound. The rapid sound of<i>... ta...tata....ta...</i> sliced the night air menacingly. My brain, still clouded by hours of difficult travel, thought it knew the sound, but could not identify it for sure. A brief silence followed the initial outburst. The silence of the night was broken by a much louder explosion filling the air, as a more intense <i>ta..ta.ta....ta.ta.ta.t.a.ta...ta...</i>. rang out. This latest sound jolted me upright in bed. My brain had cleared. Now it knew. The <i>ta.ta.ta...</i> sound was coming from machine gun fire. The stark reality of what was going on hit me like freight train.... a coup d'etat was taking place and I was staying in a hotel that appeared to be part of the battlefield.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>There I lay immobilized in my bed, keenly listening to the unrelenting sounds of the ever increasing gunfire. What had started out earlier as a faint noise some distance away, was, with each passing minute, growing louder and louder. The heavy gunfire was inching its way closer and closer to my hotel. Other than a few hunting trips when I was growing up in Minnesota, I'd never experienced gun fire. Now I was surrounded by it. </strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The longer I lay motionless in my bed listening to the frightening gunfire, the faster my fear and anxiety grew. Automatically I reached over and picked up the phone. As I lifted it to my ear, I thought to myself, who am I going to call... who? I was not sure. The phone was dead. No tone greeted my ear. That's when my heart started beating more rapidly. I was alone, it was the middle of the night, and I was in a hotel that was under siege. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlFYXu6UsJ4r7rxie_47_r2-P1mr8ngXao_YcdpABCi95PLa6Na2HA92IpsbBeCKIQwB5oTbVHVMCAIWYzzWaQ-NNzUaK8VcGZAjEz2kQ8DIbtzt5-OZMyhiO4ctSNf54VSvqJ4X4cLo/s1600/sleep-cartoon%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="118" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlFYXu6UsJ4r7rxie_47_r2-P1mr8ngXao_YcdpABCi95PLa6Na2HA92IpsbBeCKIQwB5oTbVHVMCAIWYzzWaQ-NNzUaK8VcGZAjEz2kQ8DIbtzt5-OZMyhiO4ctSNf54VSvqJ4X4cLo/s200/sleep-cartoon%5B1%5D.gif" width="200" /></strong></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>After scampering back into my own room and securing my own door, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to my bed. I didn't dare, however, get back into my bed. The fear of bullets piercing the glass patio door, wounding or striking me dead, had me glued, face down, to the floor. I lay there for a long while. Reaching up, I pulled the pillow and a blanket off my bed. Laying flat on the hard floor, I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could, as the sound of gunfire intensified all around the hotel. In the darkness, my anxiety filled mind began fabricating all sorts of dark thoughts.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The series of loud, ear shattering gunshots, rang out from inside the hotel. My heart raced as I realized that the outside battle had violently moved inside the hotel. So overwhelming was this sudden turn in events, that my immediate thoughts scared me. Who had been killed, or who lay dying, in a pool of blood, on the first floor? More terrifying, however, was my next thought.... Am I next? Will the gun men decide to go door-to-door in the hotel and kill all of us, execution style?</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikam10iyJVREX9WsK_6YGiw5JfgU2PZA-AwR7UdT80Bu8oBQ7onnWe_zaYgeQjsSRQ3r9kbsbte6_DPHdg2oJIYdwV4ZV9KKJc6Pew7mCSul7rVE8ursrYgfVf1A4PJe2HaoxI1zB0uu8/s1600/mzl.zeqxryrs.320x480-75%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikam10iyJVREX9WsK_6YGiw5JfgU2PZA-AwR7UdT80Bu8oBQ7onnWe_zaYgeQjsSRQ3r9kbsbte6_DPHdg2oJIYdwV4ZV9KKJc6Pew7mCSul7rVE8ursrYgfVf1A4PJe2HaoxI1zB0uu8/s200/mzl.zeqxryrs.320x480-75%5B1%5D.jpg" width="133" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>A deadly silence immediately followed the harsh gunshots that had filled the hotel. So close was my room to the shots, I thought I could smell traces of the deadly acid gun smoke filtering up to my room. I lay motionless on the hard unyielding floor, afraid to breath for fear my executioners might take note. A sense of dread had taken over my entire body as I realized my next breath, might very well be my last. My possible execution, within the next few minutes, seemed all to imminent.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>My mind raced as it tried to make sense out of the world it had suddenly been thrust into. I wondered to myself what I should do if my would be executioners came knocking on my door, or what would happen if they started shooting their way in? Blasting down my door? </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>A virtual flood of morbid thoughts cascaded through my exhausted brain, as I lay shivering in the cold bathtub. My ears strained to hear the slightest sound. My mind had shifted into overtime, projecting what might come next. I could not rid my mind of the thought that soon, the inevitable knocks, followed by execution style gunfire, would start at the doors further down the hall, and then slowly, methodically, work their way to my room. Every sound took on incredible significance. My perceptions of what might be happening, became my reality. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>My lungs began to ache as I unconsciously held my breath too long, withholding the life giving oxygen my body demanded. The muscles in my back began to twitch as my shoulder blades cried out against the pain of the metal bathtub. All the while, I thought it was just a matter of time before the gunfire I'd heard downstairs, would make its way to my room. Whether I'd be shot right there in the bathroom, I was not sure. I was certain, however, that I would not see the morning sun. I would be dead long before the sun came up.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>As the time slowly passed, my neck muscles started to scream at me. Laying unnaturally bunched up in the cold bathtub had forced my head into a strange, uncomfortable angle. My knees ached, as for too long I had been unable to stretch my legs straight. My legs had gone numb, due to the lack of circulation. I could no longer even wiggle my toes. It was as if the bathtub had become an instrument of torture for my whole body. With so little space to maneuver myself within the tub, my options to ease the various pains I was feeling, were neigh onto none. My nerves were raw, waiting for the knock and the inevitable deadly gunfire that would follow.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>In spite of the physical anguish induced by the cold metal, I laid in the unforgiving tub for more than an hour . Then, through the tiny bathroom window, I heard some hushed voices. Listening intently, I could hear doors opening and the muffled shuffling of feet. The noise didn't sound like gunmen.... rather more like hotel guests. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Cautiously I climbed out of the bathtub, unlocked the bathroom door and moved to the bedroom door. Putting my ear firmly against the door, I picked up bits of the conversations. The guests, it seemed, were all trying to figure out what was going on. Quietly, I joined them.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sk5ahUDUCSkHJb1oLCx1_E-B8J0hCPfkYS0CjZW4Drcnvn3ktTVseKhscWuGwvFdJuCx1y9PmPaKE3teatiCKjzSTo_749Gg4On3oG9K5Cs0sDJC7dCx6Pa3GhASA5HN1Kh6r1IcBB8/s1600/0511-0905-2402-3558_Public_Bus_clipart_image%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="143" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sk5ahUDUCSkHJb1oLCx1_E-B8J0hCPfkYS0CjZW4Drcnvn3ktTVseKhscWuGwvFdJuCx1y9PmPaKE3teatiCKjzSTo_749Gg4On3oG9K5Cs0sDJC7dCx6Pa3GhASA5HN1Kh6r1IcBB8/s200/0511-0905-2402-3558_Public_Bus_clipart_image%5B1%5D.png" width="200" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong>“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Check this out!” motioned one of the guests. “What do you think is going on out there?” Many of us pushed our way into the guest's room and stared out at the strange drama unfolding directly in front of us. The packed city buses, loaded with early morning commuters, were being abruptly stopped by rifle toting men in military fatigues. Those unfortunate souls on the buses were being herded off single file, hands over their heads, and at gun point forced to walk down into the ditch on the other side of the road. With the sounds of continuous gunfire, our only assumption was that these unfortunate individuals were being taken off the bus, forced into the ditch and being shot, point blank. Mass executions appeared to be going on. Our fears of executions were further reinforced by the sight of an adult male corps, laying face down in the hotel's parking lot, not far from the hotel's main entrance.</span></span></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMQVuXJCPO-h_lX_3TcFjRje2ZV1ikBs7zPPJzKAZrFkfy6KTaHW-G49zkUUeD3W4kkDpA3I75OUzfM8vrTjbxluEGvTpiUi8fFqj1y2RVRhyktmaafO6vV7gjDWUKE84sTYp0nlka_g/s1600/Radio%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="166" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMQVuXJCPO-h_lX_3TcFjRje2ZV1ikBs7zPPJzKAZrFkfy6KTaHW-G49zkUUeD3W4kkDpA3I75OUzfM8vrTjbxluEGvTpiUi8fFqj1y2RVRhyktmaafO6vV7gjDWUKE84sTYp0nlka_g/s200/Radio%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The morning hours ticked by with glacial speed, as the sounds of gun fire could be heard eliminating from all parts of the city. I tuned my battery operated short wave radio to the local Kenyan station with hopes of getting some news. The radio station, located just a half a block from my hotel, was sending out a message that a successful coup had taken place. The air force had taken control of the government, therein ousting those who had been in power. With limited communication in Africa, whoever controlled the airwaves, controlled the government. The sound of continuous deadly gunfire, added little credence to the radio's message that all was under control. Fear filled the eyes of everyone in the hotel.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89DI0-5tN6Osoxotjn6uC62_IgSHaAkANtcRgAVB9__1_axgDatgxqoOSaCtFWlx4r76k2jENg-qIxGZqIvqoXGaX36q9CQ3kBLk6w-xYpsK6ko22R76k2xZZMPIgbEkStnQZBjUVR3Q/s1600/soldier4au1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89DI0-5tN6Osoxotjn6uC62_IgSHaAkANtcRgAVB9__1_axgDatgxqoOSaCtFWlx4r76k2jENg-qIxGZqIvqoXGaX36q9CQ3kBLk6w-xYpsK6ko22R76k2xZZMPIgbEkStnQZBjUVR3Q/s1600/soldier4au1%5B1%5D.jpg" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The morning drug on. Then a little before 10 o'clock, I noted a large number of soldiers congregating just up the road from my hotel. In crouched positions and rifles at the ready, the soldiers appeared to be slowly moving toward the radio station. Suddenly, as if on cue, a massive volley of gunfire violently erupted from machine guns, rifles, and what sounded like tanks. The hotel, was in the middle of a major battle. Within second, the air was so filled with the smoke of ammunition fire, that visibility dropped to near zero. I again fell to the floor as I slithered back into the safety of my bathroom. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The battle for control of the radio station raged for nearly an hour. Other than on T.V., or in the movies, I had never witnessed such a massive use of fire power. The sound of the battle went on and on and on with no let up as each side plummeted the other with light and heavy artillery. The sound was deafening. Each side knew this was the battle that would ultimately decide which side would control the government. As the battled raged, I could do nothing, other than lay on the bathroom floor, listening to the intense battle and wonder about the outcome. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Almost as quickly as it had started, the gunfire around the radio station ended. Although sporadic gunfire could still be heard, the battle for the radio station appeared to have ended. But in whose favor? Who was in control? The radio station had stopped broadcasting its less than reassuring message that everything was under control. The airwaves were silent. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>An unnerving, eerie silence descended on the entire city. The silence continued into the late afternoon. As nightfall approached, the disconcerting silence only intensified. The day's earlier sense of uncertainty over what was happening and who was in control, was now replaced by a more chilling apprehension of what the cover of darkness would bring. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The sun set, darkness enveloped the city, and fear reigned supreme. Rumors ran ramped through the hotel staff and guests. Some speculated that indeed a renegade group of soldiers had taken over the government, but no one knew who they were or what their next steps might be. Reports of suspected mass killings were voiced in hushed tones. The fear of possible, brutal night time raids, hung heavy in the air. Everyone thought that tonight would bring the savage human slaughter, that the day had been afraid to witness. Like everyone else in the hotel, these rumor only fed my worst nightmarish fears. I was hyperventilating. I felt I might be having a heart attack. My eyes nervously darted, seeking a place I might dive into, should a massacre start. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Many guests asked to leave the hotel. Go where? How? The bustling city of Nairobi had ground to a standstill. The airport was closed. All shops throughout the city remained locked. The streets were empty. People were huddled, behind locked doors in the homes. Nothing, other than military vehicles, moved on the streets. There were blackouts in many parts of the city, as power had been cut. The city had gone through a day of hell, and the night now held the promise of more turbulence, more upheaval, more death.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-kCrHv32Azq0xO7sRMpTUAaJ5jruYMAR1CeA0Tqc4t-GNN38dm_dXd-mW-2UdSrMMn3HvQCJnMfEC3ONt_Gc54mkq6hpNSgqXYKt0I2EeyLsEtDYfc2teiCzZnbrmVEVv3KjvoKmVxs/s1600/microphone%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-kCrHv32Azq0xO7sRMpTUAaJ5jruYMAR1CeA0Tqc4t-GNN38dm_dXd-mW-2UdSrMMn3HvQCJnMfEC3ONt_Gc54mkq6hpNSgqXYKt0I2EeyLsEtDYfc2teiCzZnbrmVEVv3KjvoKmVxs/s200/microphone%5B1%5D.gif" width="135" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>At 8 o'clock that evening, the people of Kenya exhaled a collective, if not tentative sigh of relief. President Moi came on the radio station and announced that the coup by some members of the air force had been foiled. Gun fire still erupted throughout the city the next couple of days, but by week's end, a shaky country began taking on the semblance of normalcy. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Post Script</u></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">: Following the attempted coup, the military presence throughout Nairobi was noticeably elevated. The radio station, the site of the largest battle of the coup, was now surrounded by soldiers. On the street in front of the radio station, foot soldiers were positioned every ten feet. It seemed a heavily armed armada now protected the country's one source of communicating with its people.</span></span></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>So why was it that just two days after the attempted coup with all the gut wrenching fear this horrible event had invoked within me, that I felt the need to walk past all these soldiers to get to my office? The whole city remained shut down. So what did I think I would accomplish in my office? </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdPK3svBav29kHifqpSzEXqz8aJu9EEKGqrke3Yu-HhIjFQfdcBPRl4iJJ27o5lFCChO6NFQHT6zCA9zg3OFCoMk7UEjeWGonnQkFxGoR9w7G55E22ET229xmODTVCnyP9f8RmRvLzxQ/s1600/CartoonWalking%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdPK3svBav29kHifqpSzEXqz8aJu9EEKGqrke3Yu-HhIjFQfdcBPRl4iJJ27o5lFCChO6NFQHT6zCA9zg3OFCoMk7UEjeWGonnQkFxGoR9w7G55E22ET229xmODTVCnyP9f8RmRvLzxQ/s200/CartoonWalking%5B1%5D.gif" width="189" /></strong></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>I don't know. Maybe I was just feeling some cabin fever and needed to get out and walk! So to get from my hotel, to the city center, I had to walk by hundreds of grim faced, rifle toting, tense looking soldiers. Not only walk past them, but walk past them with both hands high in the air.... and in one of my hands... my passport! </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>One would have thought that walking past a heavily armed gauntlet of soldiers, would have been enough of a deterrent all by itself. No it wasn't. I marched right past them, and onto my office only to find it all locked up. Nothing I could do but walk back. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Did I learn from this experience and leave good enough alone? No.....!</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The next day, I repeated my trek, past the stern looking soldiers, passport high overhead, as I marched off to my office. I was almost to my office when, for the second time in the last couple of days, I thought I was going to die.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>As I came around a corner, it just so happened that a Kenyan soldier, rifle drawn, also came around the same corner from the opposite direction at exactly the same time as I. We almost collided right there on the spot. The soldier however, reacted immediately by swiftly dropping to one knee, and thrusting the long cold barrel of his rifle right into my chest, pointing it directly at my heart. Re actively, my hands flew high over my head! There we stood, he with his rifle pointed at me and me with my hands reaching the sky. The soldier appeared to speak no English and I spoke no Swahili. </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>With some of the coup leaders still in hiding, the Kenya army was actively conducting their reconnaissance to find these individuals. It seemed that I had accidentally stumbled into one of these soldiers.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>I stammered something totally unintelligible, even to me, as the soldier's cold eyes searched my face. I stood there on a near totally deserted street trembling with fear. With lightening speed, the realization hit me that I was very lucky to still be alive. The soldier could have fatally shot me the moment we nearly collided. As I looked at the eyes that held me in their stare, I wondered what the solder was thinking. Was shooting me still an option? Bead of sweat formed on my brow as my heart hammered in my chest. It felt like an eternity before the soldier nodded his head ever so slightly, indicating that I should go back the way I'd come. With my heart still in the soldier's cross hairs, I slowly turned and walked back to my hotel, where I stayed ….... for a very long time.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Post-Post Scrip</u></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">: I learned, only after the horrible event had ended, that the people herded off the bus the morning of the coup, were not massacred, as so many of the hotel guests thought. Rather, they were kept in a secure area, while the coup followers commandeered the buses.</span></span></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>The gunfire in the hotel, did not kill anyone. Rather, the cash registered was the victim or the early morning shots.</strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><strong><br />
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</strong></div>Mr. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991055530600577464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410747909752617018.post-41956260756982928912010-10-24T08:12:00.000-07:002010-10-24T08:14:34.008-07:00Life Number 8 - I'm on a billboard in Chiang Mai!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>"I've seen your picture!"</em> was a comment I've heard from Thai and foreigners ever since I arrived here in Thailand about a month ago. <em>"You're picture is on a big sign, drinking out of a wooden cup!"</em> I had to find out!</strong></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Sunday I visited the Thai Elephant Camp. I really am fascinated by elephants! The mahouts greeted me like a long lost relative, rushing up and giving me hugs! Thai bow.... they don't give hugs!</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Yes.... that's me! Drinking coffee the morning after my night camping out in the Thai jungle a year ago!</strong></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mr. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991055530600577464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410747909752617018.post-44646349798735472132010-10-22T04:49:00.000-07:002010-10-25T07:20:30.407-07:00Buying a business - Life Number Five<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em>Dude... what were you thinking!</em></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRs8YCn_wTUyDZWDmQXMwgwLKywyugTdGG-46AdhGZ82sjZgGvPsD8HrItEBKgjVfqI2GTmYUbS1pYXbCseexcOOneqznSryj0C0W5SeBUfzitavVa5LkuBX7fsGF95GC11VB6ITcfuo/s320/cartoon-phone-picture%5B1%5D.jpg" width="284" /></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I hate telephones. Have never liked talking on them. So why on God's green earth did I buy a business that involved my being on the phone all day long? Didn't make sense then and still makes no sense now. Makes no sense, unless one looks deeper into the underlying rational for this, excuse my French, very, </span></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>stupi<br />
d</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> decision!</span></span></div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If I am honest with myself, I think it was a combination of perceived desperation, a sense of cockiness, and good old fashioned greed.</span></span> <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What a terrible trio from which to seek life changing guidance. These three pack a powerful punch. Three motivating factors which can, and in my case did, take me down.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub5NCGybUddcs73g6cqGQ3I3eA5ftDEi_mEjatRLfTXejEe7OUC3bsHBms_DHYYjQ_mHCW97QuCvIByQqA6ZTpOfkx_NKPGIOR_psuv9VssAIxRtVpn7-_BxUxzJzNibpJD3lVLk0Hmg/s1600/00-00-1033837493-lights1small%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub5NCGybUddcs73g6cqGQ3I3eA5ftDEi_mEjatRLfTXejEe7OUC3bsHBms_DHYYjQ_mHCW97QuCvIByQqA6ZTpOfkx_NKPGIOR_psuv9VssAIxRtVpn7-_BxUxzJzNibpJD3lVLk0Hmg/s1600/00-00-1033837493-lights1small%5B1%5D.gif" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was the holiday season. I was returning home to California following a very long, but productive visit to the newly launched Freedom From Hunger Program in Mali. Unbeknownst to me, the PVO I worked for had been brought to its financial knees while I was out of the country. This was 1987 and instant communication had not yet come into vogue. Email, twitter and Facebook, to name but a few, were not part of our vocabulary. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim73jvojMdYL4FaJ9SC-I_-4_NyVTzYjQE5Jz-soTiS9fsshRyGVEXpy2CWShUsVoIRWlukLBQ8c_Fu0oO8Q-npwqqyiEuQjoezC7Y6AwDsGEEWWaG3-Z4yKL76-Jhe8rKH70xOblWWAY/s1600/14921-airplane-flying-around-the-earth-clipart-by-djart%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim73jvojMdYL4FaJ9SC-I_-4_NyVTzYjQE5Jz-soTiS9fsshRyGVEXpy2CWShUsVoIRWlukLBQ8c_Fu0oO8Q-npwqqyiEuQjoezC7Y6AwDsGEEWWaG3-Z4yKL76-Jhe8rKH70xOblWWAY/s200/14921-airplane-flying-around-the-earth-clipart-by-djart%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My feet touched the Sacramento tarmac, after flying for nearly twenty four hours. I was exhausted, but felt triumphant from what had been accomplished on this trip. I was indeed excited to be home. Plus it was Christmas! I loved this time of the year, what with all the twinkle lights on people's houses. </span></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Walking into the arrival area of the terminal, I was met by my new boss. </span></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As Chris shook my hand and congratulated me on a job well done, he went on to say “I'm sorry I have to tell you this, now, but you no longer have a job.” </span></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then as a kind of after thought, he noted “We can talk all about it on Monday.” And with these few words, he was gone.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wow! What a welcome home! I stood in the terminal, trying to absorb the shock of what I'd just heard. I'd worked for the Foundation for ten years, and now I had no job?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO0Rxkp37ohd09dcmKIycPDFK2cNcU0yZBL5HjbbsK_pRWDzF5Q8QBtMSnoQ4P-lM9rSCEaKiAJ4Gh2qJ3ALmGESvHhwwISmCqFYPAt8xN9TFFjTFS5UF1n2o74xKc5PHoDqbJG0rcSk/s1600/jack-daniels%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO0Rxkp37ohd09dcmKIycPDFK2cNcU0yZBL5HjbbsK_pRWDzF5Q8QBtMSnoQ4P-lM9rSCEaKiAJ4Gh2qJ3ALmGESvHhwwISmCqFYPAt8xN9TFFjTFS5UF1n2o74xKc5PHoDqbJG0rcSk/s320/jack-daniels%5B1%5D.gif" width="182" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thankfully, my dear friend Pat Hayes was waiting in the wings of the terminal. She scooped me up, took me to their home in Davis, where Mike met me with a bear hug and a glass of Jack Daniels. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hours later, I had an overview of the financial crisis the organization was going through, which had resulted in 80% of the professional staff being laid off. My international development career which had spanned some 18 years, felt as though it had come to an end. Needless to say, there was great bitterness on the part of the staff who had been laid off. We all lived in the same town, got together frequently, and this sore of bitterness festered for months, if not years.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Given that the Foundation's Africa program with six projects in five countries was it largest regional program, and I was the Africa Regional Direction, I was kept on for an additional six months. This gave me some breathing room to transition into something new.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was during this six month period that desperation, cockiness and greed found their way into my thinking. With the blow of losing my job, my world cracked and my vision became blurred. Did I seek professional help as I traveled down this path? Nope! Didn't need any professional assistance.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ljcgcNYbJ4tPLRfgDxIc-cRqYz12ivw8KrVM3xTT1Pdeux0bJd72woSeIEhWzGl3w06_t3-VUAWykloyLZI5ZejsNMTrMbi0dulJqZ0o6KjVJ3d2mn1EcCXu0MEJdt7sRktQPvA0wCU/s1600/desperate-donald%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ljcgcNYbJ4tPLRfgDxIc-cRqYz12ivw8KrVM3xTT1Pdeux0bJd72woSeIEhWzGl3w06_t3-VUAWykloyLZI5ZejsNMTrMbi0dulJqZ0o6KjVJ3d2mn1EcCXu0MEJdt7sRktQPvA0wCU/s320/desperate-donald%5B1%5D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Desperation was the first one to entrap me. I'd lost my job, I did not know which way to turn. Another international job seemed to be out of the picture. Why? Maybe I had my reasons back then, but now as I think about this, I have no idea why I didn't try to open some of those international development job doors. I didn't and I felt desperate. I started searching for businesses that were for sale in the classified section of the Sacramento Bee.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf8ruiP11akM-0LkCnw2gzz0TpW3lLDIJeIw7V36UwT7ERnGgGMHnDuf1HI7bZVCn_zPUzkeTOpgtoPmUOxpAeXxNQGbX6ZO1ebnHLy9mSU4KY64VvdD1DRIfJsOKxacB9D4y0UbPvww/s1600/cocky%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf8ruiP11akM-0LkCnw2gzz0TpW3lLDIJeIw7V36UwT7ERnGgGMHnDuf1HI7bZVCn_zPUzkeTOpgtoPmUOxpAeXxNQGbX6ZO1ebnHLy9mSU4KY64VvdD1DRIfJsOKxacB9D4y0UbPvww/s320/cocky%5B1%5D.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is where the cockiness stepped in. Although I had a social service background, had never been in businesses in my life, I was going to show'm. I was going to show the Freedom From Hunger Foundation folks that they might have laid me off, but I would come back bigger, better and stronger. Yup, I was going to show them, alright. I was going to show them! </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Problem with this was, my mentality was social service, not business. I had been in the caring and nurturing business my whole professional life. I knew zip about the cut throat practices of being in business. 'd never had to meet payroll, be in charge of running an office, or managing the day to day finances of a business. And yet, there I was searching out a potential businesses to buy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">Did I consult with anyone? I did not. My ego must have been so big at that point, that I did not feel like I needed to talk with anyone. Why didn't I talk with Rich, my former supervisor? Or his wife Beth? They had opened their home to me on many occasions, to stay with them for months....... I had my own room in their house. We'd shared so many conversations, prepared so many meals, attended many parties together, making Rich not only my supervisor but also a trusted friend. So why didn't I consult Rich on this?</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSpWuW566hcGcKC23K6g55yVhyyANiNuX3whX2oDnczFRj0laB_YSmy7nDlWTQj0zSUfZq8_lRm5U7ST5rQhV6-t7JU9O6kG-LSNaomInO59diTFG6FQj8kjICn3hhJzgkUwza93IGUc/s1600/mr_burns%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSpWuW566hcGcKC23K6g55yVhyyANiNuX3whX2oDnczFRj0laB_YSmy7nDlWTQj0zSUfZq8_lRm5U7ST5rQhV6-t7JU9O6kG-LSNaomInO59diTFG6FQj8kjICn3hhJzgkUwza93IGUc/s320/mr_burns%5B1%5D.jpg" width="274" /></a><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lastly, along came greed. I still remember seeing the classified add in the Sacramento Bee. “Make 75K per year” it read. What a deal! I could be earning nearly twice what I had been paid at the Foundation. It all sounded so easy. Just talk with people all day long on the phone. What could be easier than that?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rather than hiring a professional CPA to go over the business' books, and paying a financial planner to help me think this through, I charged forward and took 75K out of my annuity and bought the businesses. Office Mates 5 was a franchised head hunter business for clerical staff, with the home office based in Cleveland. Simple concept, just call employers to find out if they needed a secretary or bookkeeper and if they did, charge the employer a fee to help them find the ideal employee. Oh yeah.... simple concept....</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Things began to unravel almost immediately. Within a week, I knew I did not like making telephone cold calls. I did not enjoy being a telemarketer. I had a staff of six account executives, all but one of whom were new to the world of telemarketing. They didn't like making the calls either! I took to being out of the office most of the time. Officially to my staff, I was in the field, talking with busness owners about their clerical needs. I didn't enjoy that either, so in reality, I was trying to figure out how to fill my days.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-sdKcrK2WPgGmvtfD5T0agPs71Hc5uAlpVzsk-zfe-Kt8TlYjvg2_FicmPqifC4-UAZRDJjC9OcPOO3t12o9NUhWQgLGstKoRNMzorAV8uV1i9BeFa_KFdzSDTw65MLVAzKJqb7vVxA/s1600/alfred_e_neuman%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-sdKcrK2WPgGmvtfD5T0agPs71Hc5uAlpVzsk-zfe-Kt8TlYjvg2_FicmPqifC4-UAZRDJjC9OcPOO3t12o9NUhWQgLGstKoRNMzorAV8uV1i9BeFa_KFdzSDTw65MLVAzKJqb7vVxA/s320/alfred_e_neuman%5B1%5D.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">During the first nine months of business, I made money only one month. The other months I ran in the red. Moving into my second year, I knew I was in serious trouble and potentially facing bankruptcy. I was saved this fate of losing my shirt, by someone above me in the company stepping in at the 11</span></span><sup><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></sup><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> hour. Office Mates 5 was part of a larger company called Management Recruiters. The local owner of the Management Recruiters franchise in Sacramento agreed to pay off my bills if I would hand him back the OM5 franchise. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenyS2LWBiUklwrgLJ_zo2FlsnjARrxZpEo2z6wyCcMCmYEpPdgPPiiWMk-V6NYjxAbdqfMv71-1uOwsoeputF1DwcidKJczQoGvXfB_PpeUP6BdqoMDbQO8iDFRFrmNXW3VF6bJZh5I8/s1600/bankrupt_wheel_fortune%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenyS2LWBiUklwrgLJ_zo2FlsnjARrxZpEo2z6wyCcMCmYEpPdgPPiiWMk-V6NYjxAbdqfMv71-1uOwsoeputF1DwcidKJczQoGvXfB_PpeUP6BdqoMDbQO8iDFRFrmNXW3VF6bJZh5I8/s320/bankrupt_wheel_fortune%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Only after my $10,000 debt had been paid, and I'd signed away the papers for the OM5 franchise, did I realize the reason I'd been saved, so to speak, is that the Sacramento Management Recruiters owner, did not want a bankruptcy attached to the name of the franchise he most likely would have gotten back anyway, had I gone belly up.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The experience of owning my own telephone marketing business had been traumatic from the get go. I had felt like a fish out of water from the very beginning. I'd always believed in leading by example, so where did this leave me? Most times, feeling like an idiot. A failure. The final months and weeks of the business, as financial ruin loomed over my head, were hell. So when I was able to walk away from the businesses with no creditors chasing me down, I was a happy camper. Albeit a much poorer camper, but a happy camper just the same.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It still amazes me, however, as I reflect back to the beginning of this tale..... and as I ask myself over and over and over.....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>Dude.... what in the world were you thinking!</strong></em></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Mr. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991055530600577464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410747909752617018.post-16404607617627276782010-10-21T21:09:00.001-07:002010-10-21T23:03:07.586-07:00The Pail - Life Number One<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuTATHpnX8ZOUYO6WiEZlgrnS2Poe3wS-tBL8s_5F-dfuJWT8-lc-LAQX5fgXrStySuWqez140GTvTIzLb0YeW0ki8wcvw38G3ZHfwDgojwC_QDe2n-TPe9kmoij5uYpEFl6t9ti6pRE/s1600/P8160247%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuTATHpnX8ZOUYO6WiEZlgrnS2Poe3wS-tBL8s_5F-dfuJWT8-lc-LAQX5fgXrStySuWqez140GTvTIzLb0YeW0ki8wcvw38G3ZHfwDgojwC_QDe2n-TPe9kmoij5uYpEFl6t9ti6pRE/s400/P8160247%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"><b>The Pail</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The foul smelling pail dominated the claustrophobic little closet. Rusty and slightly beat up, the pathetic container looked disgusting. Out of all the tired, lack luster pails that laid haphazardly strewn around the farm, this pail had been chosen to carry out a rather ignoble task. Indirectly appreciated and outwardly disliked, the pail had a history.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pail was not alone in its duty, but it alone carried a kind of untouchable stigma. A tired, antique wooden chair was the pail's closest ally in the closet. The old chair was always placed directly over the pail, somehow turning the closet into a private throne room. The decrepit chair provided only minimum comfort to those who went there and sat on it. The torn woven cane had been removed, leaving a gaping square hole in the middle of the old chair's seat. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A square hole, through which the pail in all its glory, could be seen. The worn out chair and the dented pail, together formed a humble throne in the closet.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The throne room, located on the second floor of the old farm house, always felt cramped. Too many boxes and other junk had been stuffed into this small space. Even the door to the closet was narrow, making in necessary to slide sideways into the confining space. A wooden shelf, directly above the chair, was piled high to the ceiling with boxes of Christmas ornaments, old photo albums, used clothing, hand made blankets, and so forth. So much stuff cluttered this tiny space, and in the midst of it all, stood the chair and the pail. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB_wQ3YLWFkj-XQsWkXfThKaI70sMZ45QocC7D8YwFtUfZX-c1Xm5ex02X2Dr1b5ynYbTc-vcCK_I_cB4EybyTEffCgkEV19k5epAyVaSsZbnQb0E4fLb70sdzthgi1bo7BTlrjMnmBA/s1600/lightbulb-ceiling2566%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB_wQ3YLWFkj-XQsWkXfThKaI70sMZ45QocC7D8YwFtUfZX-c1Xm5ex02X2Dr1b5ynYbTc-vcCK_I_cB4EybyTEffCgkEV19k5epAyVaSsZbnQb0E4fLb70sdzthgi1bo7BTlrjMnmBA/s320/lightbulb-ceiling2566%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A small 25 watt light bulb illuminated this camped space. The low wattage bulb was all that was needed. A long dirty white cord hung limply from the bulb. Entering the closet at night and swinging one's hand around in the darkness, was the only way to find the white cord. Then with a tug, the light would come on and the interior of the throne would glow with a faint yellow hue. The light was not bright, but then it did not have to be. One did not go into the closet to read a book.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAds-BqGZxt86AROde_qdBH1G47fBSYBHav1kn39VtPd_-UTrwfsGKMfjy9GCgCnkWq-IHEVMkOsIHh1hjr-_dU__B8PlmfbbbcYIYmhBROQjyNeFvAoM5BkT4R56hNITzcV1Y30jTFY/s1600/5-2-03-out_house_1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAds-BqGZxt86AROde_qdBH1G47fBSYBHav1kn39VtPd_-UTrwfsGKMfjy9GCgCnkWq-IHEVMkOsIHh1hjr-_dU__B8PlmfbbbcYIYmhBROQjyNeFvAoM5BkT4R56hNITzcV1Y30jTFY/s320/5-2-03-out_house_1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even before the first flakes of snow fell, the contents of the closet were rearranged to make room for the pail. The chair never left the closet. Nothing, except for the pail, was ever taken out of the closet. Things were only added. A series of sharp frosts were usually enough to have someone note, “Time to put the pail in the closet.” The pail itself was not hard to find. Each spring when it was no longer needed, the pail was promptly carried out and placed behind the house. During the summer, the pail rested tipped over next to the white washed two seat outhouse. All summer long, grass grew green and tall all around the pail. Toads sometimes made their home under it.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the pail in the closet, came the rules. Only use at night and only for number one. No one ever actually voiced these rules. Everyone just knew them.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It did not matter how deep the snow, how fierce the blizzard, or how freezing the temperature , the pail in the closet was not to be used during the daylight hours and when used at night, only for number one. Rules are made to be broken however, and these two were no exception. It always seemed that the bitter cold of winter had barely just begun, when the smell emanating from the throne room carried the distinctive stench of more than just number one.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcP6tIRl0DEB4YruCMmg5q94v5Dz2ag0BJvldaqaqhmhUHyNRMOudEKLpwNhWl27Ek50uAe53VWV2c1xVHH1NBVIMFU1kPL_PKP9WhQ_2QTXRfckwqBrnlL0UfBIFd59pyD-swyaCMqc/s1600/Heavy-Snow%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcP6tIRl0DEB4YruCMmg5q94v5Dz2ag0BJvldaqaqhmhUHyNRMOudEKLpwNhWl27Ek50uAe53VWV2c1xVHH1NBVIMFU1kPL_PKP9WhQ_2QTXRfckwqBrnlL0UfBIFd59pyD-swyaCMqc/s320/Heavy-Snow%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pail was not emptied every day. Sometimes it sat under the chair for a week, collecting more and more and more. The stench within the closet grew stronger and stronger with each passing day. Entering the closet, no matter how great or pressing the need, was not for the faint of heart.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Slowly opening the closet door, a sour, acid smell brutally attacked the senses. The smell struck like a powerful punch delivered by a heavy weight boxing champion. The nose would wrinkle in disgust as the eyes watered and the lungs burned. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One would open the small door and squeeze into the darkness. Darn! No light cord. If the last person to use the pail, had pulled the cord too hard while turning off the light, the chain could jerk the cord upwards, and deposit it somewhere on top of the card board boxes. Out of sight and out of reach.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24EYM36ZxZpDU0FAqBdIyvobwUVmufMxl_2_ooiLD0sj3kRptvnzIc-udig1Gouvzxd0nM6xBkQn1tkA1YUmWJ-tbxSIHO-2jMK4kDBs2P94V2Lvk3fHyFibe_UhpO7V9ct3tDfK4iHM/s1600/6551d761820e93d1945c39b93101_grande%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24EYM36ZxZpDU0FAqBdIyvobwUVmufMxl_2_ooiLD0sj3kRptvnzIc-udig1Gouvzxd0nM6xBkQn1tkA1YUmWJ-tbxSIHO-2jMK4kDBs2P94V2Lvk3fHyFibe_UhpO7V9ct3tDfK4iHM/s320/6551d761820e93d1945c39b93101_grande%5B1%5D.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How to locate the light cord? One would hold the closet door open with one hand, allowing a little more light into the throne room so as to see where the cord lay. As usual, it was tangled in the boxes near the ceiling. Even standing on one's tip toes the cord was usually far out of reach. By placing one's foot on the throne, being ever so careful not to tip over both the throne and the pail, it was possible to reach up and grab the cord. A yank on the cord and there was light. No more fresh air in the lungs however, so the remaining stay in the closet was spent inhaling the nasty foul air.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When the pail got full, someone had to empty it. This meant taking it out of the closet, carrying it down the stairs, and emptying it outside. No one wanted this job. It seemed that the pail was always full to overflowing before it began its journey from the little closet, down the narrow stairs, through the kitchen, out the porch and eventually to the snow covered outdoors. No one cared where it got emptied outdoors, just that it did get emptied. Well, that's not entirely true. No one wanted to see the brown stain against the white snow. The contents of the pail therefore needed to be poured out of sight. That meant, amongst the trees out behind the house. More work, hence no one willingly took on the chore of emptying the pail until it was full to running over.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02p6XYqZA6CkIP9lxaxY5Os_Dbl3E0NRYM27h1dWwr1gXh1YXALePNu0cfNVO62IKqKz2b07FCEBwxpxhQD930tqCakVDdoouAhMrSZdDPsXnoFOglpN8TK3tG0aFsqEDU0-2u9FxbQg/s1600/3906955483_b711a65bf4%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02p6XYqZA6CkIP9lxaxY5Os_Dbl3E0NRYM27h1dWwr1gXh1YXALePNu0cfNVO62IKqKz2b07FCEBwxpxhQD930tqCakVDdoouAhMrSZdDPsXnoFOglpN8TK3tG0aFsqEDU0-2u9FxbQg/s320/3906955483_b711a65bf4%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was a hazardous journey, from the closet to the outdoors, for the contents of the pail. To say nothing of the individual carrying the pail. The smelly contents were not always just number one and it appeared the entire contents were always within a hair's breath of spilling out over the pail's edge. The pail weighed a ton, with its contents splashing back and forth as it slowly made its journey. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSDJ_eUwJ4kzrTkF4Vo6Jz_U0-mSC9Kv7fzPMgZgA-RBA7eCnLICqhbYTBY_y51DQtwy3fDuFLJCDwjjzkawch8OsttPaXeooJPT7g574SFjkc6pkp_osCpJjklbAS7SLgGl2vgWRS2U/s1600/retirement-gift-retired-clock-300%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSDJ_eUwJ4kzrTkF4Vo6Jz_U0-mSC9Kv7fzPMgZgA-RBA7eCnLICqhbYTBY_y51DQtwy3fDuFLJCDwjjzkawch8OsttPaXeooJPT7g574SFjkc6pkp_osCpJjklbAS7SLgGl2vgWRS2U/s320/retirement-gift-retired-clock-300%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pail eventually went into retirement when indoor plumbing arrived. There should have been a big ceremony that fall, when the pail was no longer needed. But that never happened. As the first official flush swirled in the bowl, accompanied by hoots, hollers and applause, no one appeared to be thinking about the old, rusty pail. It had been replaced. It was history. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Time rolled on. Everyone moved on with their lives, whether to college and their own homes, or for the most elder, the retirement home. Through it all, the pail stood tipped over, next to the wooden outhouse. Decades went by and the pail remained undisturbed. This forced retirement was not to last forever however. The farm, and everything on it, was to be sold.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsT0QotDwtKPOR6e2zLRKHKW82JATBy1pRlazNteQo-wvNvkk9TCf4p-XnswKpSUY6jgShF6wMrzwiZmPMCl-lGHU30jK-Pv5xmPoIjutT0nSlmllSFIlLdHVXFJqbjIXbUHZcag5bFU/s1600/auctioneer%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsT0QotDwtKPOR6e2zLRKHKW82JATBy1pRlazNteQo-wvNvkk9TCf4p-XnswKpSUY6jgShF6wMrzwiZmPMCl-lGHU30jK-Pv5xmPoIjutT0nSlmllSFIlLdHVXFJqbjIXbUHZcag5bFU/s320/auctioneer%5B1%5D.jpg" width="162" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hundreds of people mulled around as the fast talking auctioneer encouraged the crowd to increase their bids. Piece by piece, antiques found new homes. Everything was being sold it would seem, except for the pail. Long since overgrown with weeds, the pail had gone undetected by the sale organizers. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No one knew the pail's past. No one knew the pail's history. </span></span></div>Mr. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991055530600577464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410747909752617018.post-35177085871743504302010-10-20T04:50:00.000-07:002010-10-21T23:37:53.630-07:00Eight of nine.... doing fine!<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>It is said cat's have nine lives</em></span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Well......</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>I'm on life 8 and doing great!</em></span> </span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life Number One: Farm - 18 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Two: College - 5 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Three: Africa - 18 years </span></strong><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Four: Business - 2 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Five: Grants - 4 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Six: Teacher - 6 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Seven: Mentor - 8 years </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Eight: Retire - 2010 just begun! </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Life Number Nine:</span></strong><br />
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