Getting Out Of My Own Way

I was a quarter miler in high school. Did pretty well, won most of my races. There was this one race though, as I came around final turn, barely in the lead, over the last 100 meters, I noticed that as I pushed myself harder I was falling back and the 2nd place person (only a foot or two behind) would move up on me.
As I relaxed and just let my body work, I would pull ahead. As I strained and pushed, I started to fall back. I did this twice during the last 10 seconds of the race with exactly the same results. I was amazed at this. The harder I tried, the slower I went!

Struggling against a strong intuition to push harder, I forced myself to relax, and slowly pulled away to win the race.

I tried to fathom what had just happened. Maybe the strain of exertion actually tensed my muscles making me do more work. Whatever the reason, I learned a valuable lesson about pressing myself in other situations. By allowing my system to work I tended to raise its efficiency. The act of pushing and straining actually gets in the way.

Thrilla In Queens

When I was 12, I was at a friend of my parents who had an older son. He was friendly to me and one time offered to teach me how to box.

He showed me how to move, block, and wait for opportunities to punch. It was all done in the kind of playful jousting, but with an undertone of mentoring.

All of a sudden I saw an opening and threw a right. It was going straight into his jaw when he caught my arm and stopped me. He was cordial and calm and took it in stride. I realized that I would have hit him hard if he didn't catch me.

Somehow I saw how he was just teaching, while I, not trying to hurt him, was playing more seriously. His restraint and focused calm taught me much about being within yourself to the point where you are not caught up in the activity you are engaging in.

The Day Venus Landed on the Moon

One evening, when I was 14, I read that the moon was going to occult Venus. I had a telescope Through The Looking Glass, where I would peer into the heavens looking for the ultimate vista. Unfortunately it was to be at 4am in the middle of the winter(on Long Island).

I left my telescope outside the night before so the glass would have plenty of time to equalize in temperature to the outside air. If you didn't pay attention to things like this, your results would be disappointing.

Somehow I managed to get up and get myself into the backyard about 30 minutes prior to the occultation. It was a very cool site. The moon, about half full, and Venus also about half full were slowly coming together.

But what was so interesting about this was that they were in the same half full configuration. And Venus is really bright, much brighter (although smaller) than the moon. As I watched them come together, Venus looked liked a domed city landing on the moon!

The picture at top right is photoshop'd, but it looked just like that.

Alien Abduction

When I was attending college, I dreamed I was abducted by aliens. They're were several of them standing around me. The light was so bright I couldn't see. I felt like they were touching me all over. It was very uncomfortable.

Later after I woke up, I attended morning classes. In one class we discussed early life trauma and birth trauma in a psyche class. All of a sudden my dream came back to me and It occurred to me that what I thought was an alien abduction might be a post birth memory of being in the delivery room.

The aliens around me were actually the dr and nurse holding me with their hands, massaging me so I would breath.

I wonder if this could be a source of Alien abduction memories. If so, no wonder so many people think they have been abducted.

The Imposter Syndrome

I once had a coworker, who was one of the more competent people I had met up to that time. She was project analyst who engendered a feeling of substantive competence and excellence. She confided in me many times about what she called The Imposter Syndrome. The feeling that if you are not very careful, they will find out that you really don't know anything at all.

Fart Whisperer

When I was young my older brother would come into my room and bother me about all kinds of things. Eventually I would get upset and ask him to leave. This would often escalate into yelling and fighting. Somehow, he always had a parting gift before he left. He would walk out of the room and then say wait I have something for you, stick his ass back through the door and fart. often repeating several times.

The Day We Broke Mom

Mom was always a good person. She was the model for all of us to be good. She never cursed, talked bad about other people, etc. With 3 boys to manage, we stressed her, and stressed her. Amazingly, she never broke.

Until one day...

I was 12, and my 2 brothers and I were home on school break. It was one of those days where the fighting between us grew out of control. We were screaming and yelling at each other. I guess, it was all the fights that came before that did it. All the pushing and shoving and yelling and screaming. Something did it. Because in the middle of this was my mom, trying to calm us down. But we were not calm-able that day

All of a sudden she shuddered and said in an out of control manner, F__K!

Silence descended over the house. Something strange had just happened. Something bad had just happened. A word came out of my mothers mouth that never had been uttered before. We were all so shocked that we instantly stopped fighting. I hung my head heavy with the thought "What have we done?". Mom said the F word!. What did we do? We broke Mom.

We all went to our rooms without being told. I think to pray that this could be undone. Mom never said that word again as far as I know. But we were always careful never to push past a certain point. We didn't want to break mom again.

X-Boy

When I was 11 I saved up $10 and bought a mini Van Der Graaff generator from Edmund Scientific. It was basically a motorized rubber band running through a plastic tube connected to a 4 inch metal ball. It looked cool with the large ball on top.

I would sit in the closet late at night, secretly hoping that the static electricity that flowed between the ball and my hand would charge me up, and that I would be able shoot lightening bolts from my fingers. Try as I might though, I never got single bolt of lightening to come out of my fingers.

Secret Design

We are all enlightened enough to see the obviousness of an evolutionary universe. Of course we are smart enough not to get trapped by the glamour of a personal god. And of course, there is no such thing as magic, ghosts, sorcerers, angels and demons.

right? right?

Well, most of the time anyway.

I mean as long as I don't have to admit that I secretly believe in reincarnation, imagine that god is watching me, that my relatives will greet me when I die, and that if I live a good enough life, that there will be some reward for me. When I'm dead.

Other than that, I am a logical, clear thinker, unfettered by the weight of religious dogma.

right? right?

Through The Looking Glass

As a teenager I had an avid interest in astronomy. Somehow I got my hands on a 6" reflector. Used it almost every night. Often I would point it off in a random direction, hoping to see something interesting.

One evening, it paid off. I spotted something amazing. It was a tight globular cluster. 50,000 suns tightly bound in all by itself, just hanging there in space, little else around it.

I was amazed because as I peered through the scope, I could only imagine the multitudes of planets, life forms, and civilizations that might live there. What their night sky would look like! Not a few thousand stars as we have in our sky, but 50 or a 100 thousand suns, all around like living inside a star itself.

I could only think, I don't know what cluster this is... I'll probably never see it again. I wonder who lives there?

Lights, Camera, Action

I had this dream when I was in college.

I dreamed I was on a tv or movie set. Everyone was very busy, moving things around, getting ready. Sets were being prepared and moved into place. Actors were taking their place. Time was getting close.

Then like a countdown, I heard 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Action!

And I woke up.

Certified Associates

I was DP Manager at a large real estate franchise back in the mid 80's. Its gone now (starting to give me a complex!).

When we did mailings to our 1000 or so broker offices, we would print out standard mailing labels from the corporate database. The printing software would carefully print the label making sure the name did not overflow. There were some unfortunate casualties like Certified Associates, who would often return the mailing with a not so polite message...

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