I am a little amazed at the amount of people around me that have contracted dreaded diseases. Perhaps it is because I am now a little older and the people I know are older still. Every day, my wife and I seem to hear of more people with cancers, strokes, heart attacks, mystery fits, and worst of all halitosis. All except the last are as serious as they can get. For the victims, this is an attack on their life that they need to defend or else surrender is the end.
I would hate to go through the experience that all of those people must have gone through when the doctor sits them down and says that he has bad news. I expect that they each would have had to work through their own grief cycle; rejection, anger, despair, and finally acceptance. Then if they were lucky, they would have time to get their attitude right so that they could fight this attack with the best possible mental strategy. And then hope and pray that this too will pass.
It just highlights the fact that death is always around the corner. Can it be that those who have to accept they have a dreaded disease are luckier still than those whose lives are ended instantly by a bullet or a car? At least they have some time to prepare. Although these same people might vehemently disagree!
As a Christian, I am supposed to be ready for the day when death knocks. Supposedly I have lived my life as a servant of others and with my values intact. I have a relationship with God and a firm belief in an everlasting life with him when I die.
Yet am I ready? Certainly not!
Am I not ready because I jealously guard this life of mine, or because I know that I have not been the person I have been called to be, or is it because my faith is rather weak? I’m not sure, perhaps all of the above. A regular recurring thought of mine is that I need to do something about it, because try as I might, my time will come when there is no more time to do anything about it.
There are things that I can do like studying my faith, working on my relationship with God, striving to be a force of goodness, living with love, and praying more. Of course all of this should be driven by my outward expression of love for my fellow man rather than the threat of death!
It is a little hard, but then again, I guess it would be harder still, to go unprepared...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
I live in a strange street!
Saturday night involved a street travelling dinner. A what? Eight families in our street got together and arranged to have a dinner split over 4 different houses in the street. In a world where people retreat into their fortified enclosures and then lock out the world, my neighbours spent a lot of their time in the street. It is almost as if the street has become an extension of their own gardens.
In this story of carousing, all names have been omitted to protect the not so innocent!
And when all was done and said, we stumbled home to find only a quarter of the mess we would have had, had we hosted the whole party.
This was a must repeat event!
Saturday night involved a street travelling dinner. A what? Eight families in our street got together and arranged to have a dinner split over 4 different houses in the street. In a world where people retreat into their fortified enclosures and then lock out the world, my neighbours spent a lot of their time in the street. It is almost as if the street has become an extension of their own gardens.
In this story of carousing, all names have been omitted to protect the not so innocent!
I am very privileged to live here as I know that this is so far from the norm that it is almost unimaginable. Anyhow, Saturday night saw 18 of us traipsing up and down the road, to the beat of the bagpipes. One of the neighbours is passionate about his pipes and ensured that he led each procession with much gusto, and yes noise! Somehow, though, he forgot to wear his kilt...
Wine was drunk, jokes repeated, raucous laughs laughed, jigs danced, pipes blown, fantastic fare savoured, and time shared. This is a neighbourhood of friends!
And when all was done and said, we stumbled home to find only a quarter of the mess we would have had, had we hosted the whole party.
This was a must repeat event!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Photographs of somebody else's kids
My good friend and photographic mentor, Peter Rimell, took a quick couple of snaps of his children last night and sent them to me. When I think of some quick family snaps, the pictures that I received are not what I had in mind. These are out of this world. He did explain his process, which involved experimentation with an external power source connected to some studio flash, together with his kids on a trampoline. All very simple!!!!
But the effect is awesome...
Looks like I need to get busy in my garden, so much to learn!
Check out some of Peter's other work here : www.peterrimell.co.za
But the effect is awesome...
Looks like I need to get busy in my garden, so much to learn!
Check out some of Peter's other work here : www.peterrimell.co.za
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Baby
Babies! A word that evokes an emotion in all of us from absolute horror and disgust to cute and I want one with every fibre of my being.
They are such helpless little creatures, requiring assistance for many years before they can be released into the wild. Yet there is a one key ingredient that a baby thrives on; love! It would seem so simple, yet for anyone who has had their own children; the practical application is far from simple. Babies are hard work! Yet all of us once were mite size and somebody made the necessary sacrifices in order to ensure that we had both the skills and the life to get through to today.
I saw my new baby yesterday. Heshe is only about 65mm in length and in foetus terms about 12 weeks old. I was blown away by the detail on the scan. Actually this is the first time that I have been able to see anything at all, besides blobs, on a scan, so this was a surprise! I was amazed by the amount of movement; heshe rolled, kicked, and moved hisher arms. Waving at me of course!
My wife and I could not help wondering how people can make the decision to terminate the life of a foetus. Terminology and definitions of life aside, that foetus is alive and just waiting to explode into being; happy, healthy or not! To kill himher now, the thought makes me so sad...
It really is funny how love works. This baby is six months from being born and already I am committed to being the best possible parent to himher no matter what!
They are such helpless little creatures, requiring assistance for many years before they can be released into the wild. Yet there is a one key ingredient that a baby thrives on; love! It would seem so simple, yet for anyone who has had their own children; the practical application is far from simple. Babies are hard work! Yet all of us once were mite size and somebody made the necessary sacrifices in order to ensure that we had both the skills and the life to get through to today.
I saw my new baby yesterday. Heshe is only about 65mm in length and in foetus terms about 12 weeks old. I was blown away by the detail on the scan. Actually this is the first time that I have been able to see anything at all, besides blobs, on a scan, so this was a surprise! I was amazed by the amount of movement; heshe rolled, kicked, and moved hisher arms. Waving at me of course!
My wife and I could not help wondering how people can make the decision to terminate the life of a foetus. Terminology and definitions of life aside, that foetus is alive and just waiting to explode into being; happy, healthy or not! To kill himher now, the thought makes me so sad...
It really is funny how love works. This baby is six months from being born and already I am committed to being the best possible parent to himher no matter what!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Surfers got very excited yesterday. No matter which internet site you visited, they all said the same thing. Massive swell coming through on Sunday! To be more precise, sites predicted a 9 meter swell. At the right break, this is a 32 foot face wave, just under a four story building. All as a result of a massive storm out at sea that started thousands of kilometres away, then blown by thunderous winds and forced onto our shores. Wow, these things make me excited!
My normal surf break, aptly named Paranoia, has a wonderful wave when the right direction swell is at about 3 meters. I wondered what on earth it could look like with swell three times that size. I did not expect to be surfing but I did want to see those waves. So we took a drive, a voyeuristic surf check trip if you will! You have to understand that this is very unusual for surfers to pack their surf boards but know that they are most likely just going to look at waves! Like window shopping for men!
We did find some incredible waves. Just as well I had good mates with me in the car who held me back when I wanted to go in. You see, waves always seem far smaller when you look at them standing up. Try looking at them while lying on the floor and you get a better idea of how big they are when you are in the water.
Paranoia was breaking and really looked good to me. With no other takers, we drove on a bit further to a place called Virgins. Mainly because it is so rarely surfed! The swell just does not get big enough to make this place work. When I call it a place, it really is the edge of a bay, at the base of a 50 meter almost sheer cliff, and bounded by rocks. But it was working yesterday! Take a look at the pictures, it was BIG! Check out this surfer - you cannot see the top or the bottom of the wave in the second picture!
We actually had fun just watching some of our favourite haunts pummelled by monstrous surf. I did not get to surf but my neighbour and I got our jollies skating on my half pipe. Perhaps today I will be rewarded for my patience, and perfect waves will line up in front of me just awaiting my presence!
Well, I can dream...
It is hard to see in the photograph but you could park a house in the barrel in the first picture and you would be hard pressed to find a ladder long enough to get to the top of the second!
My normal surf break, aptly named Paranoia, has a wonderful wave when the right direction swell is at about 3 meters. I wondered what on earth it could look like with swell three times that size. I did not expect to be surfing but I did want to see those waves. So we took a drive, a voyeuristic surf check trip if you will! You have to understand that this is very unusual for surfers to pack their surf boards but know that they are most likely just going to look at waves! Like window shopping for men!
We did find some incredible waves. Just as well I had good mates with me in the car who held me back when I wanted to go in. You see, waves always seem far smaller when you look at them standing up. Try looking at them while lying on the floor and you get a better idea of how big they are when you are in the water.
Paranoia was breaking and really looked good to me. With no other takers, we drove on a bit further to a place called Virgins. Mainly because it is so rarely surfed! The swell just does not get big enough to make this place work. When I call it a place, it really is the edge of a bay, at the base of a 50 meter almost sheer cliff, and bounded by rocks. But it was working yesterday! Take a look at the pictures, it was BIG! Check out this surfer - you cannot see the top or the bottom of the wave in the second picture!
We actually had fun just watching some of our favourite haunts pummelled by monstrous surf. I did not get to surf but my neighbour and I got our jollies skating on my half pipe. Perhaps today I will be rewarded for my patience, and perfect waves will line up in front of me just awaiting my presence!
Well, I can dream...
It is hard to see in the photograph but you could park a house in the barrel in the first picture and you would be hard pressed to find a ladder long enough to get to the top of the second!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Good vs Evil
Be prepared!
I was musing over one of my theories that people fit into a continuum from bad to good. I imagine, if graphed, it would look like a typical bell curve, with most people sitting in the middle. The middle would put them in the neither particularly good nor particularly bad category, kind of on the fence, although hopefully skewed to being on the side of good. At the extremes are people who for the most part are particularly evil and on the other side, those that are incredible forces for good. Simple hey?
Now imagine the end of the world has come and God has completed his judgement of mankind. The graph is the then the final analysis of the world. Of course this all presupposes you believe in God, judgement, and a world hereafter! But let’s say you do, and let’s say that this incredibly simplistic representation of good and evil is a good starting point for discussion!
If we start at the extremes, it is easy to see a number of people that could be placed out there. Some names come to mind like; Hitler, Mao, Mother Theresa, and Ghandi. This list could really go on and on, and we could spend hours debating who should be on it and where they would fit into my theoretical graph. Of course all of that debate would be pretty pointless as God will decide in his own way in the end. They all have one thing in common though, through their tireless effort for good or evil, they have changed the world. They are the ones who have held massive sway over this tenuous seesaw between good and evil.
The rest of us still get to chose where we are going to sit on this continuum. We still have life within us and while we have life, we can change the world for better or worse. I imagine it is incredibly hard to be a force for good, or completely evil. Although there must be an element of self fulfilling prophecy at both sides, the more good you do, the more you want to do, the more you do. On the other hand, sitting on the fence in the middle is easy, doing good things when you feel like it and when it suits you.
If we come back to God and put him back into the equation, as this is of course a discourse on the results of his judgement! As a Christian, I believe that it is only with God’s love that we even exist. More than that it is the sharing of his love that brings about goodness. You should know that I am a Christian because I live out my faith through loving and serving others all the time. This means that the graph should be heavily skewed to the side of goodness because all religious people should be seriously influencing this graph. Of course I understand that goodness, morals, and values are not the preserve of the religious. The fact that there are good unreligious people out there also skewing the graph to goodness can only be a plus to the human race! Unfortunately there are far too many religious people quite unconcerned about their efforts to do good!
A question springs to mind; why should anyone sitting in the middle bother to make any effort to move towards goodness, if it is only the people on the extremes who really impact on humanity? Quite simply, it cannot just be the people on the extremes who change the world; every one of us has the ability to change our own worlds by the actions we take, for better or worse! OK, so that does not answer the question of why? All I can think is that we must all respond to the upwelling of love within us, to either let it blossom (at our expense) or squash it away (also at our expense). And perhaps we only have to change our worlds and not the whole world!
You are probably wondering about the point of all of this waffle as we know it is good to do good things! I was really thinking about my children. They too will need to make their own decisions on where they will fit into my theoretical graph. They will need to choose their own level of goodness with which they are comfortable. As a parent, I obviously would like them to take up a role of extreme goodness. Surely this is the essence of Christianity that we love, and an outpouring of love is squarely in the extreme goodness category. Why would I want my child to be on the extreme evil side? One does not think much about Hitler’s parents but he certainly had a set. His father, Alois, died when he was 14 and his mother, Klara, when he was 18. Somehow those parents laid the foundation for the person he was to become through their action or complete inaction. As a parent, I would prefer to err on the side of goodness, although in the end, the decisions will be up to my children.
If I am to lay the right foundation for my children, then it is essential that I show them the right example, through how I live my life. This is where things get difficult. It is far easier to tell someone how to do something that to do it yourself. If I am serious about my children growing up to be forces for good in this world, then not only do I have to love, educate, and guide them but I also have to show them how!
I was musing over one of my theories that people fit into a continuum from bad to good. I imagine, if graphed, it would look like a typical bell curve, with most people sitting in the middle. The middle would put them in the neither particularly good nor particularly bad category, kind of on the fence, although hopefully skewed to being on the side of good. At the extremes are people who for the most part are particularly evil and on the other side, those that are incredible forces for good. Simple hey?
Now imagine the end of the world has come and God has completed his judgement of mankind. The graph is the then the final analysis of the world. Of course this all presupposes you believe in God, judgement, and a world hereafter! But let’s say you do, and let’s say that this incredibly simplistic representation of good and evil is a good starting point for discussion!
If we start at the extremes, it is easy to see a number of people that could be placed out there. Some names come to mind like; Hitler, Mao, Mother Theresa, and Ghandi. This list could really go on and on, and we could spend hours debating who should be on it and where they would fit into my theoretical graph. Of course all of that debate would be pretty pointless as God will decide in his own way in the end. They all have one thing in common though, through their tireless effort for good or evil, they have changed the world. They are the ones who have held massive sway over this tenuous seesaw between good and evil.
The rest of us still get to chose where we are going to sit on this continuum. We still have life within us and while we have life, we can change the world for better or worse. I imagine it is incredibly hard to be a force for good, or completely evil. Although there must be an element of self fulfilling prophecy at both sides, the more good you do, the more you want to do, the more you do. On the other hand, sitting on the fence in the middle is easy, doing good things when you feel like it and when it suits you.
If we come back to God and put him back into the equation, as this is of course a discourse on the results of his judgement! As a Christian, I believe that it is only with God’s love that we even exist. More than that it is the sharing of his love that brings about goodness. You should know that I am a Christian because I live out my faith through loving and serving others all the time. This means that the graph should be heavily skewed to the side of goodness because all religious people should be seriously influencing this graph. Of course I understand that goodness, morals, and values are not the preserve of the religious. The fact that there are good unreligious people out there also skewing the graph to goodness can only be a plus to the human race! Unfortunately there are far too many religious people quite unconcerned about their efforts to do good!
A question springs to mind; why should anyone sitting in the middle bother to make any effort to move towards goodness, if it is only the people on the extremes who really impact on humanity? Quite simply, it cannot just be the people on the extremes who change the world; every one of us has the ability to change our own worlds by the actions we take, for better or worse! OK, so that does not answer the question of why? All I can think is that we must all respond to the upwelling of love within us, to either let it blossom (at our expense) or squash it away (also at our expense). And perhaps we only have to change our worlds and not the whole world!
You are probably wondering about the point of all of this waffle as we know it is good to do good things! I was really thinking about my children. They too will need to make their own decisions on where they will fit into my theoretical graph. They will need to choose their own level of goodness with which they are comfortable. As a parent, I obviously would like them to take up a role of extreme goodness. Surely this is the essence of Christianity that we love, and an outpouring of love is squarely in the extreme goodness category. Why would I want my child to be on the extreme evil side? One does not think much about Hitler’s parents but he certainly had a set. His father, Alois, died when he was 14 and his mother, Klara, when he was 18. Somehow those parents laid the foundation for the person he was to become through their action or complete inaction. As a parent, I would prefer to err on the side of goodness, although in the end, the decisions will be up to my children.
If I am to lay the right foundation for my children, then it is essential that I show them the right example, through how I live my life. This is where things get difficult. It is far easier to tell someone how to do something that to do it yourself. If I am serious about my children growing up to be forces for good in this world, then not only do I have to love, educate, and guide them but I also have to show them how!
The responsibility of being a parent is pretty awesome!!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I've got News
Cattle are lowing, angels are rejoicing, and somewhere in the world flowers are blooming! A new baby is to be born into our family!!
As my son so eloquently informed his class, “I have news; my mommy is pregnant!” One can only imagine the interesting discussion that ensued amongst the grade two’s. It was also the most important news to be shared by every child after school, as my wife was subsequently accosted by a mob of moms asking, “is it true?”
It sure is! Child number three, we have been truly blessed by God!
Some changes are going to have to be made within my family in order to accommodate newbie, although nothing that we will not be able to handle.
I have spent a lot of time writing about families and the time and sacrifices that they deserve. With my family increasing in size, I get to continue to put all of my rhetoric into action. Perhaps I will really know what I am talking about soon!!
Long may the rejoicing continue!!
As my son so eloquently informed his class, “I have news; my mommy is pregnant!” One can only imagine the interesting discussion that ensued amongst the grade two’s. It was also the most important news to be shared by every child after school, as my wife was subsequently accosted by a mob of moms asking, “is it true?”
It sure is! Child number three, we have been truly blessed by God!
Some changes are going to have to be made within my family in order to accommodate newbie, although nothing that we will not be able to handle.
I have spent a lot of time writing about families and the time and sacrifices that they deserve. With my family increasing in size, I get to continue to put all of my rhetoric into action. Perhaps I will really know what I am talking about soon!!
Long may the rejoicing continue!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Welcome to the Family
There is much joy and celebration in my house. My youngest surfed his first two waves yesterday!!!!
He has pestered me all week long about going to surf. This from a child who has been scared of anything bigger than his ankle depth from birth. In fact, I was beginning to think he would never get into the sea. His favourite trick has been to ask to come and surf and then when we get to the beach with all of the equipment, he changes his mind and plays in the sand dunes.
So with the sea temperature at a cool 14 degrees Celsius and a summer wetsuit far too big for him, he eventually convinced me that yesterday was the day for surfing. Talk about stacking the deck against yourself!
I was amazed when he let me take him deeper than my knees. I was further amazed when I pushed him into a tiny wave and he rode it on his stomach to the beach. I was dumbfounded when he came back for more. My face almost split into two when I told him to stand on a wave and he did. And then he did it again!
He was shivering so violently I suddenly thought I needed glasses he was so blurred! Yet when we got home, he asked to go surfing again today. That’s my boy!!! What a beautiful experience to be part of a person’s journey to conquer a fear.
I dream that one day the three of us will spend hours surfing together! Father and sons sharing a common passion, rejoicing in the beauty of nature, and wallowing in each other company! It may just come to pass!!
He has pestered me all week long about going to surf. This from a child who has been scared of anything bigger than his ankle depth from birth. In fact, I was beginning to think he would never get into the sea. His favourite trick has been to ask to come and surf and then when we get to the beach with all of the equipment, he changes his mind and plays in the sand dunes.
So with the sea temperature at a cool 14 degrees Celsius and a summer wetsuit far too big for him, he eventually convinced me that yesterday was the day for surfing. Talk about stacking the deck against yourself!
I was amazed when he let me take him deeper than my knees. I was further amazed when I pushed him into a tiny wave and he rode it on his stomach to the beach. I was dumbfounded when he came back for more. My face almost split into two when I told him to stand on a wave and he did. And then he did it again!
He was shivering so violently I suddenly thought I needed glasses he was so blurred! Yet when we got home, he asked to go surfing again today. That’s my boy!!! What a beautiful experience to be part of a person’s journey to conquer a fear.
I dream that one day the three of us will spend hours surfing together! Father and sons sharing a common passion, rejoicing in the beauty of nature, and wallowing in each other company! It may just come to pass!!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
To Write or not to Write
Many people have asked me over the last year about my book. Sadly, my answer to everyone has been that I started a company instead of finishing my book. Most people then get a glazed look in their eyes. I then try and generate some enthusiasm by saying that I did manage to write 14 out of a planned 21 chapters. But this rarely works! I have deduced that writing a book is far more exciting than starting a company.
The thing is I did give up my old life to start a new life, and this new life was to be centred around the book I was supposed to write. Perhaps the glazed look is the result of a thought that I am a fraud? That I have gone from idealistic writing to the same old corporate nonsense speak...
Anyhow this has all made me think...
11 months ago I saved chapter 14, backed it up to my external hard drive, and forgot about it! In that time I have held onto a belief that the only way I will finish this book is if I have a couple of months of me time with absolutely no distractions. My breakthrough has been to change that belief and rather test my ability to fit my writing into the rest of my life. I can longer wait for the myriad of balls in the air to fall before I plot my course. Instead, I am going to try and write, then play the balls when they land, and not a minute before!
The day before yesterday I opened up chapter 1 and began the process of immersing myself into my expression of life. I was surprised by my arrogance, my assumptions, my narrow views, and my mistakes. The last 11 months have been good to me in many ways but from a writing perspective, they have helped me to really mature and temper my views with reality. Perhaps now I am ready to write a really great non-fiction book that will cause many to stop and think. One can sure hope!
At the end of the day, chapters 1 to 4 had been reworked and rewritten. I am back!
The thing is I did give up my old life to start a new life, and this new life was to be centred around the book I was supposed to write. Perhaps the glazed look is the result of a thought that I am a fraud? That I have gone from idealistic writing to the same old corporate nonsense speak...
Anyhow this has all made me think...
11 months ago I saved chapter 14, backed it up to my external hard drive, and forgot about it! In that time I have held onto a belief that the only way I will finish this book is if I have a couple of months of me time with absolutely no distractions. My breakthrough has been to change that belief and rather test my ability to fit my writing into the rest of my life. I can longer wait for the myriad of balls in the air to fall before I plot my course. Instead, I am going to try and write, then play the balls when they land, and not a minute before!
The day before yesterday I opened up chapter 1 and began the process of immersing myself into my expression of life. I was surprised by my arrogance, my assumptions, my narrow views, and my mistakes. The last 11 months have been good to me in many ways but from a writing perspective, they have helped me to really mature and temper my views with reality. Perhaps now I am ready to write a really great non-fiction book that will cause many to stop and think. One can sure hope!
At the end of the day, chapters 1 to 4 had been reworked and rewritten. I am back!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Black & Blue
My Monday mornings always start with a surf with a good mate of mine and yesterday was no different. Although this time some of my old friends ganged up on me and gave me a shiner!!! Nice!
The waves were small so we decided to take out nine foot long boards. I caught a wonderful little wave, surfed it, and fell off near the beach. I took my time surfacing as one never knows what your board may be doing in the sea above you. I opened my eyes and saw my board right in front of my face. I was thinking that all was good until my eye stopped the board’s unnoticed rapid movement towards me.
It was not the hardest blow I have ever taken but it did hurt. I remember considering if I should even bother to tell my mate about my stupid bump as I paddled out backline. He took one look at me and was a little concerned considering my face was covered in blood. The 3 cm cut under my eye had been doing a great job at leaking profusely. After a bit of thought about sharks and blood in the water versus the benefits of cold water on wounds, the only reasonable option was to continue surfing!!
Another chap in the water asked me why I have been getting hurt so often lately? Good question. With only a twisted ankle & wrist on the half pipe, a badly bruised the bone in my forearm (tossed by a BIG wave), and now my face... All in the last week????
The answer came to me a little later in our surf. I like to push the limits. Normally work would keep me fully busy and occupied. And yes, that would be place in which I really push. Now, I am pushing hard in other aspects of my life, like surfing and skating. The only problem is that when you push, sometimes you fall. On the upside, sometimes you really start to pull off some really cool moves .My surfing and skating has never been better!!
Not sure how much longer my body can push and still last the distance. Perhaps it is time I did some work!!!
The waves were small so we decided to take out nine foot long boards. I caught a wonderful little wave, surfed it, and fell off near the beach. I took my time surfacing as one never knows what your board may be doing in the sea above you. I opened my eyes and saw my board right in front of my face. I was thinking that all was good until my eye stopped the board’s unnoticed rapid movement towards me.
It was not the hardest blow I have ever taken but it did hurt. I remember considering if I should even bother to tell my mate about my stupid bump as I paddled out backline. He took one look at me and was a little concerned considering my face was covered in blood. The 3 cm cut under my eye had been doing a great job at leaking profusely. After a bit of thought about sharks and blood in the water versus the benefits of cold water on wounds, the only reasonable option was to continue surfing!!
Another chap in the water asked me why I have been getting hurt so often lately? Good question. With only a twisted ankle & wrist on the half pipe, a badly bruised the bone in my forearm (tossed by a BIG wave), and now my face... All in the last week????
The answer came to me a little later in our surf. I like to push the limits. Normally work would keep me fully busy and occupied. And yes, that would be place in which I really push. Now, I am pushing hard in other aspects of my life, like surfing and skating. The only problem is that when you push, sometimes you fall. On the upside, sometimes you really start to pull off some really cool moves .My surfing and skating has never been better!!
Not sure how much longer my body can push and still last the distance. Perhaps it is time I did some work!!!
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