Life has not been easy lately… In the last three months, I’ve been worn out physically and emotionally, depressed, unemployed, financially tight, and today, my car broke down and I can’t get it fixed.
But that is not all: my health is not good either.
8 days ago, my fingers in my left hand got numb. The net day, my hand got numb, then, my whole arm.
Thursday, I tried cutting my fingernails, but my left hand didn’t have the strength to do the job, nor to press the button of the deodorant bottle.
I went out to drop off some resumes (as I do daily), but, after I dropped off my second resume, I tried using my cell phone and had difficulty holding it, so I run to the hospital.
After many X-rays and CT Scan (and nothing wrong fund) the doctor decided to send me to a neurologist next week. I may also need a heart exam.
Today, as I was leaving to church (to the 9:00 AM service), my car broke down and I wasn’t able…
I was disappointed, but decided to call my cousin and ask for a ride to the 11:00 AM service. Glad I made it!
We arrived in time to hear a song tat reminds us that God is a “very present help in time of need”.
Then the pastor told us about a lady from the church that had both legs amputated last week, but still had joy. When someone asked her why she was so happy when she had lost both legs, she answered that she still had two good arms and that God could still use them to do wonderful things.
Well, though I have no strength in my left arm and hand, I still have two good legs and one good arm. God can use me!
Circumstances may not seem promising for me at this time, but I can find satisfaction in God and know that He is enough.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
ADHD sypmptoms
You "get dressed" to go out and, halfway to the car, you notice you forgot half you clothes in your room… (Well, I DID DRESS MY PANTS, just forgot my shirt… and I noticed it when I was about to open the door to leave).
(The next four items are symptoms of H)
You start walking up & downstairs after getting tired of walking in circles or figures of 8 in the kitchen.
You go back to walking in circles and figures of 8 in the kitchen after getting tired of walking up & down stairs.
You crack you fingers all the time when you have to seat still for a long time in the classroom or at church
while talking to people, you can't stop kicking the tires of a truck that is near (a truck that you do not intend to buy).
Read 3 times the same page of the book you are trying to finish and don’t know what you just read.
Talk to a girl and change subject 3 times in five minutes of conversation, not trying to be rude, just not being able to keep in the subject (my mind wanders too much), or frequently stopping an unfinished sentence to ask her what you were talking about (this one is embarrassing).
Your friends don't understand what you are talking about, when you are talking in your native language (to people who speak your native language fluently!) - it probably means you are continuing a subject you have not even started.
Knowing the city very well and yet go past the place you were supposed to stop quite often.
Don’t remember what you are writing about, and having to read the title of your post again to finish the subject...
Quite often you are not able to find something you are still holding, and you were holding it to assure you wouldn’t loose it.
When you are driving, your passengers tell you all the time: "the lights are red"; "the lights are green".
You pay attention to the radio for the weather and traffic bulletin, and your mind wanders away exactly the moment they are giving the information you needed.
Your mind wanders away all the time.
You confuse the bottles and add power steering fluid in the brake fluid reservoir... Yes! It does ruin your brakes (it does not release completely, overheating and wearing out quickly).
You talk to yourself all the time.
Don’t remember what you are writing about and have to read the title of your post again to finish the subject.
Hey! I already wrote this one! See what I mean???
Don’t notice when you are driving like a calgarian, taking two lanes of the road.
Tell the same people the same story 10 times in a week (because you don’t remember you already told the story)…
Your brother is diagnosed with severe case of ADHD, yet he beats you (by far) in the attention test (done by psichologists) for aviation lessons...
Captain Forr
(The next four items are symptoms of H)
You start walking up & downstairs after getting tired of walking in circles or figures of 8 in the kitchen.
You go back to walking in circles and figures of 8 in the kitchen after getting tired of walking up & down stairs.
You crack you fingers all the time when you have to seat still for a long time in the classroom or at church
while talking to people, you can't stop kicking the tires of a truck that is near (a truck that you do not intend to buy).
Read 3 times the same page of the book you are trying to finish and don’t know what you just read.
Talk to a girl and change subject 3 times in five minutes of conversation, not trying to be rude, just not being able to keep in the subject (my mind wanders too much), or frequently stopping an unfinished sentence to ask her what you were talking about (this one is embarrassing).
Your friends don't understand what you are talking about, when you are talking in your native language (to people who speak your native language fluently!) - it probably means you are continuing a subject you have not even started.
Knowing the city very well and yet go past the place you were supposed to stop quite often.
Don’t remember what you are writing about, and having to read the title of your post again to finish the subject...
Quite often you are not able to find something you are still holding, and you were holding it to assure you wouldn’t loose it.
When you are driving, your passengers tell you all the time: "the lights are red"; "the lights are green".
You pay attention to the radio for the weather and traffic bulletin, and your mind wanders away exactly the moment they are giving the information you needed.
Your mind wanders away all the time.
You confuse the bottles and add power steering fluid in the brake fluid reservoir... Yes! It does ruin your brakes (it does not release completely, overheating and wearing out quickly).
You talk to yourself all the time.
Don’t remember what you are writing about and have to read the title of your post again to finish the subject.
Hey! I already wrote this one! See what I mean???
Don’t notice when you are driving like a calgarian, taking two lanes of the road.
Tell the same people the same story 10 times in a week (because you don’t remember you already told the story)…
Your brother is diagnosed with severe case of ADHD, yet he beats you (by far) in the attention test (done by psichologists) for aviation lessons...
Captain Forr
Sweet
Last night, I had my sweetest dream in years…
I’m, in no way, saying or even thinking I’m as smart as, or as good artist as Leonardo da Vinci (tough I try my best with the art of photography), but he probably agrees with me that flying is the most enjoyable, fun, pleasant sensation one could have.
He even stated:
"Once you have flown, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards."
I’m, in no way, saying or even thinking I’m as smart as, or as good artist as Leonardo da Vinci (tough I try my best with the art of photography), but he probably agrees with me that flying is the most enjoyable, fun, pleasant sensation one could have.
He even stated:
"Once you have flown, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards."
(Leonardo da Vinci)
Well, I dreamed with a girl…
In my dream, I was in an internet café in a small airport. I was surfing the net, and so was this girl in the computer next to mine. In front of our computers, there was this big window, so we could watch the air traffic.
The airport wasn’t too busy, but, suddenly, we heard the sound of a helicopter. Both of us started looking out the window.
Well, I dreamed with a girl…
In my dream, I was in an internet café in a small airport. I was surfing the net, and so was this girl in the computer next to mine. In front of our computers, there was this big window, so we could watch the air traffic.
The airport wasn’t too busy, but, suddenly, we heard the sound of a helicopter. Both of us started looking out the window.
When the chopper was finally visible, the girl looked at me and said:
- I’m not sure, but I think that is an MD 16…
I corrected her:
- You forgot the 0! It’s an MD 160!
Pause!
MD does make choppers, I just don’t know if MD 16 or MD 160 are models that really exists…
Back to topic!
As the chopper approached, I noticed it belonged to a flying school (don’t ask me how I noticed it; don’t forget this is a dream).
They were practicing hovering, approach and landing. The student pilot was having a hard time keeping control of the aircraft, due to ground effect.
Pause!
Ground effect- The wing blows air downwards; the air hits the ground and bounces, hitting the wing and pushing the aircraft upwards, causing it to become unstable.
I know it is very hard to keep control of the chopper close to the ground, because in March 2007, I myself, Captain Forr, took a half hour experimental flying lesson at Bighorn Helicopters Flying School.
- I’m not sure, but I think that is an MD 16…
I corrected her:
- You forgot the 0! It’s an MD 160!
Pause!
MD does make choppers, I just don’t know if MD 16 or MD 160 are models that really exists…
Back to topic!
As the chopper approached, I noticed it belonged to a flying school (don’t ask me how I noticed it; don’t forget this is a dream).
They were practicing hovering, approach and landing. The student pilot was having a hard time keeping control of the aircraft, due to ground effect.
Pause!
Ground effect- The wing blows air downwards; the air hits the ground and bounces, hitting the wing and pushing the aircraft upwards, causing it to become unstable.
I know it is very hard to keep control of the chopper close to the ground, because in March 2007, I myself, Captain Forr, took a half hour experimental flying lesson at Bighorn Helicopters Flying School.
Captain Forr at the captain's seat.
Look! I'm flying!
I and my co-pilot (instructor)
All pictures were made by "Bagual"
Back to topic!
Well, the sweet girl of my sweet dream tried explaining to me how hard it was hovering and landing with a chopper, telling me she had taken an experimental lesson and felt it herself.
Of course I told her about my experience too.
Sometimes I wish I would never wake up!
Well, if I were esquizofrenic, she would certainly be my girlfriend... forever!
Well, the sweet girl of my sweet dream tried explaining to me how hard it was hovering and landing with a chopper, telling me she had taken an experimental lesson and felt it herself.
Of course I told her about my experience too.
Sometimes I wish I would never wake up!
Well, if I were esquizofrenic, she would certainly be my girlfriend... forever!
Captain Forr
Monday, August 13, 2007
continua...
- O que você gostaria que fosse escrito no seu túmulo?"- "... continua."
Assim será minha história.
Não sei, ao certo, quando minha história começou a ser escrita; ela tem inúmeros começos. O meio também está fragmentado.
Seria o começo quando Deus me projetou? Seria quando minha mãe engravidou?
Seria em 1979, quando comecei a fazer parte ativa como personagem nesta história?
Sei que, por enquanto, minha história não passa de esboço e, algum dia, será feita a edição definitiva.
Embora o começo da minha história esteja indefinido, e o meio fragmentado, o fim já está definido: vida eterna com Jesus. Esta é minha esperança!
Em 1979 nasceu um pequeno pecador, que, pela justiça de Deus seria condenado a morte eterna.
Justiça precisaria ser feita! E foi! Não em mim, mas em Jesus, que morreu no meu lugar.
Deus, em seu infinito amor, providenciou, com cerca de 2000 anos de antecedência, um mais-que-super-herói pra mudar a minha história, pra providenciar um final feliz.
Deus mandou seu filho único, Jesus, pagar a minha dívida. Eu já não precisaria mais morrer.
Como tenho estudado o livro de João (e deixei minha bíblia com chave bíblica no Brasil), extraí promessas apenas deste livro, mas, espalhado por todo o Novo Testamento, Deus deixou inúmeras promessas de vida eterna pra quem crer. E eu creio.
João 3:14-16
Jesus diz que teria que morrer, pra que pudéssemos ter vida eterna.
João 5:24
Jesus nos assegura que quem crê “naquele que me enviou” tem a vida eterna e não será condenado, mas já passou da morte para a vida.
João 6:47
Novamente, Jesus nos assegura que aquele que crê tem vida eterna.
João 6:40
“Porque a vontade de meu Pai é que todo aquele que olhar para o Filho e nele crer tenha vida eterna, e eu o ressuscitarei no último dia.”
João 11:25 é uma promessa muito especial pra mim, e me dá, não apenas esperança, mas certeza que minha história continuará após o túmulo:
Disse-lhe Jesus: “Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida. Aquele que crê em mim, ainda que morra viverá”.
Não sei quando serei levado ao outro lado, mas, quando eu for, podem deixar escrito no meu túmulo “to be continued” ou “(minha história) continua”, em qualquer uma das línguas, ou nas duas, ou em várias...
P.S. Enviei esta charge a alguém, pedindo que escrevesse sua reflexão a respeito, uma vez que temos a mesma esperança.
Antes, porém, que esta pessoa atendesse meu pedido, resolvi escrever (também), porque, afinal de contas, sou eu, não outra pessoa, quem deve verbalizar aquilo que eu acredito.
Vc sabe quem vc é e, mesmo já tendo escrito, eu gostaria muito de ler sua reflexão!
Captain Forr
Não sei, ao certo, quando minha história começou a ser escrita; ela tem inúmeros começos. O meio também está fragmentado.
Seria o começo quando Deus me projetou? Seria quando minha mãe engravidou?
Seria em 1979, quando comecei a fazer parte ativa como personagem nesta história?
Sei que, por enquanto, minha história não passa de esboço e, algum dia, será feita a edição definitiva.
Embora o começo da minha história esteja indefinido, e o meio fragmentado, o fim já está definido: vida eterna com Jesus. Esta é minha esperança!
Em 1979 nasceu um pequeno pecador, que, pela justiça de Deus seria condenado a morte eterna.
Justiça precisaria ser feita! E foi! Não em mim, mas em Jesus, que morreu no meu lugar.
Deus, em seu infinito amor, providenciou, com cerca de 2000 anos de antecedência, um mais-que-super-herói pra mudar a minha história, pra providenciar um final feliz.
Deus mandou seu filho único, Jesus, pagar a minha dívida. Eu já não precisaria mais morrer.
Como tenho estudado o livro de João (e deixei minha bíblia com chave bíblica no Brasil), extraí promessas apenas deste livro, mas, espalhado por todo o Novo Testamento, Deus deixou inúmeras promessas de vida eterna pra quem crer. E eu creio.
João 3:14-16
Jesus diz que teria que morrer, pra que pudéssemos ter vida eterna.
João 5:24
Jesus nos assegura que quem crê “naquele que me enviou” tem a vida eterna e não será condenado, mas já passou da morte para a vida.
João 6:47
Novamente, Jesus nos assegura que aquele que crê tem vida eterna.
João 6:40
“Porque a vontade de meu Pai é que todo aquele que olhar para o Filho e nele crer tenha vida eterna, e eu o ressuscitarei no último dia.”
João 11:25 é uma promessa muito especial pra mim, e me dá, não apenas esperança, mas certeza que minha história continuará após o túmulo:
Disse-lhe Jesus: “Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida. Aquele que crê em mim, ainda que morra viverá”.
Não sei quando serei levado ao outro lado, mas, quando eu for, podem deixar escrito no meu túmulo “to be continued” ou “(minha história) continua”, em qualquer uma das línguas, ou nas duas, ou em várias...
P.S. Enviei esta charge a alguém, pedindo que escrevesse sua reflexão a respeito, uma vez que temos a mesma esperança.
Antes, porém, que esta pessoa atendesse meu pedido, resolvi escrever (também), porque, afinal de contas, sou eu, não outra pessoa, quem deve verbalizar aquilo que eu acredito.
Vc sabe quem vc é e, mesmo já tendo escrito, eu gostaria muito de ler sua reflexão!
Captain Forr
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Vida inteligente fora da Terra: tema importante ou irrelevante?
Editado a tarde pra acrescentar esta ilustraçãoAs vezes me perguntam se eu acredito em vida fora da Terra.
Certamente! E os astronautas que, neste momento, estão na Estação Espacial Internacional (ISS, sigla em inglês)?
Então, reformulam a pergunta da seguinte forma: "você acredita em vida inteligente fora da Terra?".
Francamente, esse é um assunto que absolutamente não me interessa.
Minha curiosidade é: existe vida inteligente na Terra?
Como dizia o físico Albert Einstein: "Duas coisas são infinitas: o Universo e a estupidez humana. Quanto ao universo, porém, ainda há dúvida."
Embora não se possa afirmar com toda certeza, há indícios (indícios indicam, apontam, mas não provam nada) da existência de vida inteligente na Terra.
Como notado pro Millôr Fernandes, um dos meus colunistas prediletos:
Maravilha, maravilhas! Neste momento temos seis bilhões de seres humanos na terra. Noventa e cinco por cento de idiotas. Cinco por centro discutíveis. Mas, se você não for pessimista, concordará que, do restante, uma pessoa em mil terá condições de talento e possibiliades de levar esse talento a sua plenitude. No mínimo 6 milhões de seres humanos excepcionais - na Europa, na India, na África, até no Paraguai - realizando livros, filmes, estátuas, tecnologias, da maior importância e beleza. http://www2.uol.com.br/millor/ 11/08/2007
Assim baseio minha decisão de crer na vida inteligente neste planeta (e torço pra encontrar tal raridade).
Não vou basear nas conversas, piadas e músicas que ouço, nem em notícias, colunas, fóruns que leio, mas em alguns, poucos e seletos livros, revistas, colunas e blogs me acrescentam conteúdo intelectual, raros bons filmes que assisto, desenvolvimento tecnológico e invenções que exigem criatividade muito além do que minha mente consigue imaginar.
Ler ou não ler
"A arte de não ler é muito importante. Consiste em não sentir interesse algum por aquilo que está a atrair a atenção do público numa determinada altura. Quando um panfleto político ou eclesiástico, um romance ou um poema estão a causar grande sensação, não devemos esquecer-nos de que quem escreve para tolos tem sempre grande público. Uma condição prévia para ler bons livros é não ler os maus: a nossa vida é curta." (Arthur Schopenhauer )
A maior parte dos escritores não merecem as árvores cortadas por eles (Millôr Fernandes)
A maior parte dos escritores não merecem as árvores cortadas por eles (Millôr Fernandes)
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