Even The Odds -- Updated

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THIS IS the NEW HANDS ACROSS -- THE WORLD!

It's a NEW DAY, A NEW WAY,                                                                                          Travel is wonderful and so is writing "On Line".

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Thank You. Let's Continue  the Journey!

This entry is my way of telling a "hacker'                                                                         In my Email, on my Sites, "Let It Go".

Your attempt is to disrupt, to demean.                                                                              You cannot begin to silence worldwide voices.

A Man thinks he has the upper hand.                                                                             Believes his age, experience and contacts                                                                     Place him “above” and “beyond” an “Old Lady”.

A mental challenge outweighs the physical.

Training and experience pin down arrogance.

Ego hurt unbalances mental ability.

 

I can see him laughing, smirking.

Believing “She”, meaning "me"

Cannot possibly follow,

And as for leading, not a chance.

 

The best lesson in life is taught

When you’re up against a “Dummy”

So “stuffed" on “self” eyes cannot see.

 

A great teacher gives a lifelong gift.

It’s set to grow while others slip.

She taught life lessons kept. 

 

One who believes they’re “hot, hot, hot”.

To others is definitely “not, not, not”.

 

For those who must manipulate.

Their time is limited, there is no “Gate”.

 

Take off the blinder

See the light.

Focus on what is truly right!

Turning Churning World

We Are The World -- 

We Give All Ages Hope. 

We Did Our Best.                                                                      

We Do Not Rest.

Our unique name

Tells ALL the same.

We are the BOOMERS

Our Numbers Still Explode.

Rocky Roads 

Great Highways built.

 

We made the cars.

Built families and homes.

 

Our Gen bought and sold.

Did what we were told.

 

Until Orders killed and maimed.

All life forever changed.

 

War became “the way”.

And it’s still around today.

 

What’s ahead for all?

Will there be another call?

 

When will Peace be shared

Because we all truly cared?

 

A world survives - - 

When we see and recognize.

 

Care and share,

Build and Renew.

 

A World built on destruction.

Continues only to malfunction.

Donna Beck CTC, MCC, DS

Keeping The World Open --

One Trip at a Time

Proud To Be a Boomer🍀 

Turn Yourself Around

The world, “they” say, 

Belongs to the young.

Actually, it belongs to none.

 

We’re uninvited guests

Often, we’re just pests.

 

Moving place to place

Falling flat on our face.

 

We want, we take,

We carry, we break.

 

Our kind sees self

As ultimate, top of the shelf. 

Short message to all

Before we trip and fall.

Road Work

We walk along a changing road.

Where once we ran to get ahead.

 

The path to success always in sight.

We thought it was just ahead, near the light.

 

We’d reach and we’d teach. 

We’d sigh and even cry.

 

Our future never sure or certain

Feeling like we were behind a curtain.

 

Why him or her and not me this time?

How long have I walked in this unending line?

 

I’ve bent until almost broken apart.

Always seeming to “miss the mark”.

 

I’m fed up with this game,

Time to change and stop feeling insane.

 

If I don’t make the move I’ll always be the same.

Lost and seeking, sighing and weeping.

 

Break before you make 

more problems than before.

 

You know where you’re headed – 

MOVE OUT THE DOOR!

Age DOES Matter

Old Lady?                                                                                                                         Who are “they” talking about? 

Age is Status. . . 

If you see it that way.

 

Many say “You’re Old!”

You've had your say.

 

Each day that passes

They’ll become older, too.

The difference is one word

It’s "Attitude”.

 

Embrace the taste

The signs and smells.

 

You’ve lived and learned.

Their lives have turned.

 

You know the game and how to play.

You value each and every day.

 

They look and search. 

Starting at birth.

Saying “Look, look at me!

I'm all you should want to see!"

 

All over the “NET”.

They throw their vibes.

Believing this retains sight --

It's really quite a fright!

“YOU will live to regret”.

That's the name of the game.

Maybe so, maybe not.

I've fought and I've sought.

 

Life partners and separates

We find and we lose.

 

It's All In Who & What You Chose! 

Wild Blue Yonder

Sustainability of you and me.

We support the times that be.                                                    

We’re not built to live on a shelf.                                                 

That’s not how we refer to “our“ self.

Days are numbered, that is true.

Each “person” is a “separate YOU”.

 

Dig deep and you will find how we,

Stepped up creating real humanity.

 

Sure, we have fought and worse,

Annihilation is not the course.

 

A few see dollar signs and collapse.

The weight of greed always running past.

 

Our ancestor’s fought to win their Space.

Today they jump onboard to enter the race.

 

Some believe there’s “life out there”.

There can also be higher strife to bear.

 

In my lifetime I’ve seen us go into Space.

Still not ready for the Human Race.

 

So if in ten, fifteen, or twenty years.

We build replacements, we go with tears.

 

There’s more out there we’ll need to “burn”.

Many more life lessons for us to learn.

Up & Over

Tools created.

Tools discovered. 

Purpose versus Usage.  

Good versus Evil. 

A tale as Old as Time.

Start. Stay. Stop.

Self-focus. 

Self-supporting. 

Self-centered.

 

Basic uses superseded. 

Dreams become nightmares.

 

One has less value when once critical.

Only I count, have value.

 

Discoveries, Creations, Valuations. 

Required deep consideration.

 

Need. Want. Desire. Goal.

Competition. Compensation.

 

You and me. You OR me.

Seeing sights. Forcing rights.

 

What? Where? When? How?

Up the steps, down the slide.

 

Greed drives speed and pride.

Look beyond to see behind.

Remove Life Borders

Open Windows 

Reach beyond Borders

Shine Light in Darkness.

 

Use as a Tool.

Not as a replacement.

 

To bring light, add ability,

Value earned & Trust deserved.

 

Opening what is closed.

Raising into light from darkness.

 

Communication is the Key.

Telephones & TV.

 

Listen to learn.

Speak to be heard.

 

Truth. Consideration. Concern. 

Equality. Interest. Involvement.

You choose what you don't lose.

Flip A Coin: Heads or Tails

Sons, daughters, other family members come and go.                                                 They choose when to arrive and when to depart.

Friends and family, recent & lifetime, connect when “they can”.

Choice and Time are theirs; when to stay and how to leave.

 

A small amount of guilt, a large amount of relief.

Long Term Care limits and controls all.

 

Visitors can walk away.

Residents must sit and stay.

 

Friends & Family have “lives to lead”

Often setting aside “the visit” or “the stay”.

 

Who has the “authority” and who “wants” to wear that hat?

Recall those times as kids when no one wanted to “be IT”?

 

The one who wore the mask, unable to see.

Hands outstretched, reaching for someone who kept moving.

 

That’s Dementia. That’s the Care Giver’s Everyday.

We who lived this way see life from very different angles.

 

You come and go, call and write but seldom visit and stay.

It’s too remindful, “there is where I someday might be”.

 

Too “real", too “overwhelming”, seeing time that’s passed.

Next time “I’ll just call”. I can “visit more often" that way.

 

Reality, I simply can’t face the sights, smells and limitations.

It’s my duty. It’s “my time to care”. I can come and go.

 

Then you “rationalize”, they don’t know me, they won’t recall.

My visit is “for me” and it’s upsetting to hear and see.

 

“He” or “she” brings negative to mind memories.

We’re “so busy” and “too tired”.

Excuses and Reasons to skip another day.

To relieve our Souls we pause and recall.

The times when “they” failed to “give” or “learn”

 

We soothe ourselves painting over times we disagreed.

Soon come infrequent visits to a gravesite and Headstone.

 

We write our life story each day we’re allowed. 

Then comes loss of decisions and control

Hands unable to change direction or stop what’s inevitable.

 

Who Me?  I’ll always “have my say” 

Life for me has always been “day to day”.

 

I welcome the challenge, the ways and the means.

I hope and pray someone hears and sees.

The best way to help is to see every possibility.

Growth Guide

Remember When?                                                                                                           Each Year Was New?

Something very special                                                                                             Waiting for you?

At five it was school.                                                                                                       Ten changed many rules.

Teens were the starting gate.                                                                                     Twenties opened ways to anticipate.

Thirty something paused the climb.                                                                                 As we planned our life design.                                                                                      Forty moved quickly past.                                                                                           Often life felt like being in a trance.

You had to show.                                                                                                         You're "on the go".

Kiss the kids "bye!"                                                                                                           You're busy "aiming for the sky"!                     

Fifty crouched near the opening door.                                                                         Sixty held fast so as not to be "passed".                                             

Seventy reminds you have a "Past"                                                                     Reconnect? Hard to say.

Eighty pushes you to see                                                                                                 LIfe waits for no one, not even "me".                                                                         

More to learn, more to see!                                                                                          Ways and means                                                                                                             To give Hope to Humanity. 

The person once seen.                                                                                                    As a long way away                                                                                                      Has suddenly come to sit and to stay.

May you blow out many candles!                                                                                     Live to celebrate and open more doors!

Arriving at One Hundred -- AND MORE!

All Life Long ---                                                                                                                 Open Windows!                                                                                                                 Selectively Close Doors!

Children of the Strap.

My Alcoholic Father, true to the times.                                                                         Believed a popular parenting Rhyme                                                                        "Spare the rod, Spoil the child".                                           

Dad used his belt.                                                                                                         Prepared and on the ready.

Even when his Hands                                                                                                 Were anything but steady.

Always on his waist or at his side.                                                                                    All the day and every night. 

He worked the "graveyard shift".                                                                                      Slept during the day. 

Not bad on weekdays --                                                                                                     When I was in school                                                          

Weekends & Summers                                                                                                     Staying quiet was the #1 Rule.

Sometimes I remember,                                                                                                   We would actually play.                                                             

As he grew older,                                                                                                               Those were fewer & fewer days.

To hide his constant fears,                                                                                                 Fighting back my reoccuring tears.

Alcohol bottles hidden away                                                                                             Food on the table?                                                                                                         No money left today.                                                                                    

His needs came first                                                                                                       Or his anger would burst.                                                   

Soups? Mostly. Always HomeMade.                                                                         Piece of meat, a very rare treat.

Mom cooked, cleaned,                                                                                         She planned our escape.

She knew we could not survive.                                                                                       In that time or place.

Dad was much older,                                                                                                   Fought in World War I.                                                           

Like many who'd seen.                                                                                             others killed and maimed,                                                                                               He could not take                                                                                                             the constant pain.

Dad's favorite daily stop                                                                                               was down the street,                                                                                                         a Bar around the block.                                           

Missiles and hand grenades.                                                                                       Guns always at the ready.

Dirt and blood and cries of pain.                                                                                   WW1 stuck in his brain.

Men just like him,                                                                                                   Mentally, physically torn apart.

Removed his belt as a constant threat.                                                                       Held in one hand, pulling on it with the other.

Dad seemed to "stroke it' as if to say,                                                                                  It's time for you and I "to play". 

When he was really drunk.                                                                                               He did not see it was me.

Just something he "had to" correct.                                                                                 To "survive" needing superiority.

Applied on my body                                                                                                         Wherever his arm could reach.

Lessons learned as a child.                                                                                            One I will never teach.                                                               

Short Stacks

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Start something set aside claiming there's no time.

Recall someone forgotten as not nearby.

Face the last, don't chase the past.

Consider the where and when beyond the here & now.

Overlook, oversee, overtake then set the brake.

Sit and wait. Watch and learn. LIve to dream.

Walk behind. Watch ahead. Turn to see. 

Books to take. Memories to make. 

Train to win. Start to begin. Lead to follow.

Dark and drab. Light and funny. Food or money.

Walk long strides. Stretch to reach. Always teach.

One day we'll see who we chose to be.

All journeys start and all eventually end.

It's all in how we plant and tend.  DB

Trust Can Make You Vulnerable

You know you're "right on'

When your adversary "overloads"

 

Taking you quickly down 

Creating a very long road.

 

Why do some push so hard

To cause problems?

Thanks for reading. 

It helps to see others "surround".

Here's The "New" Elder Predator:

Using AI to make me appear

"Far Over The Hill" 

 

Of all the people 

Around the world

My attacker was local. 

 

My aggressor used and abused.

A tactic by the weakest

A practice of the desperate.

  

Removing records in a private space.

Using a trusted position 

To "put me in MY place".

Truth doesn't change. 

Manipulated or not.

I won't give up;

Truth is neither cold or hot.

Boomers are the "new target".

We started the walk

Now we must "openly talk".

Today's AI can be used 

To try to confuse

Using Authority to excuse.

You can lift the veil.

Point out where 

We make "them" fail.

Writing this Blog  

Started this journey,

Finding truth, time and space.

I will not be told to "know my place".

As a woman or at an age.

That's "old school' 

No room in this Century, 

No place on "this Stage".

It's returning at a fast pace

When we accept

Manipulaiton and mistreatment 

I remain standing

You provide voices raised.

Reach out, speak up.

Carry the torch! 

Keep it lit, hold it high!

Show by your actions

You don't follow, you lead.

Or step to the back,

Let someone hack?

Your choice today.

What will remain

If you fail to see?

Individuals/OTHERS

I do not sit and count.                                                                                                         To me you are an individual.                                                                                               Not a number. Not a place.

I just wonder what I'd see.                                                                                                 If I had the ability.

To see behind those growing stats.                                                                             They show how many.                                                                    

No  "one" really counts.                                                                                                     Only the total makes some people SHOUT. 

I am curious who lives                                                                                                       In places called "Other"

In all my life journeys.                                                                                                       A sign never said:

This Way To "Here or There"                                                                                           That Way To "Other" 

Humans all.                                                                                                                       Sharing Limited Space.                                                                                                   Small numbers running llfe's race. 

Travel is a Privilege.                                                                                                         It's also a business.  

AI can write and also speak.                                                                                             Take heed you don't "read and weep".

Dig deep, find a "co-person".                                                                                       Check all positions.

If their life is lived for others,                                                                                             It will show and shine from miles away.

They are "lights" shining through "dark".                                                                       Their focus always "from the heart".

LIfe is filled with Memories.                                                                                         Choose those who shine a "guiding light".

They care, they share, they guide and grow.                                                                    Their focus is the same as their goal.

To walk alongside, to share and create.                                                                       Their focus is a way from "me" to you.