Mind over matter.

When I was a little boy I used to imitate the sporting heroes from the telly. Whether it was football, tennis, running, whatever. I was easily steered by things I witnessed. Easily led, my mother used to say. Although I was just as easily led in the unhealthy direction also.

I’ll bet all over England today there are both kids and adults with a new sense of hope in their personal running and jogging ambitions.

I am not making this statement lightly; Yesterday evening I witnessed one of the greatest feats of mental strength that I have seen.

The reason I have waited 24 hours to post my excitement is that I was hoping for some video evidence to emerge on youtube, to back these words up.

I am talking about a 5000 metre race in Glasgow, as part of the Commonwealth games. What occurred during those fifteen minutes will go down, in my opinion, as a perfect example of what happens when a little belief and a lot of encouragement, come together to turn a crazy, crazy dream into reality.

Picture yourself as a forty year old, mother of two, in a race against girls half your age. Some of whom hail from Kenya, the greatest distance running nation on earth.

I greatly admire the Kenyan athletes. They have to work extra hard to make their country’s team. The standard is so high that picking any name from a hat of hundreds could prove to be a possible gold medal Olympian. That is no exaggeration. They are that good.

I can feel my heart rate rise even as I think about it now.

The 5000m race is twelve-n-a-half laps of the track. The seventeen females ran as a group until lap number six when the three Kenyan ladies made their move. It was like they said “Okay, that was a warm up. Let’s show them who’s boss.” Except they spoke with their legs.

Only two non-Kenyans were brave enough to chase them; Jo Pavey of England and an athlete from Australia.

With four laps to go Jo Pavey moved to the front and pushed the pace even faster. Her years of experience told her that her only chance, as a woman old enough to be their mother, was to burn the young Kenyans out before the final sprint. I am not even English but I was starting to sit up straight in my seat and will her on. I admire those who strive against the odds. The Kenyan girls glanced at her as she overtook them as if to say “Is this auld one mad?”

With 600 metres to go the three Kenyans and the Australian steamed past Pavey. I thought, even the commentators thought, that was the end of Jo Pavey’s gutsy run. But to everybody’s amazement, especially the crowded stadium, the English woman overtook them all again as the bell rang for the final lap.

The pace was mental fast now. The three Kenyans collectively decided to put an end to her ambition. They kicked into sprint mode down the back straight with 200 metres to go. Pavey was gasping for air by now. The African train steamed past. It would have destroyed any other runner.

But something happened, just when all hope was lost the crowd cheered even louder, the forty year old clenched her teeth to fight the exhaustion. Her face grimaced in pain, she was gasping for air, but she pumped her elbows with all her might and made one of the greatest comebacks I have ever witnessed.

By now I was out of my seat shouting, like an eejit, at the telly “Go on, go on…”

Go Jo!

Go Jo!

In a sprint finish she managed a bronze medal. In fact she almost took silver. It was quite possibly one of the greatest races, start to finish, there has ever been.

She has given hope to all athletes with her mind over matter attitude. She proved that the Kenyans, greatest running nation ever, are only flesh and blood like the rest of us.

It’s a pity there isn’t yet a video on youtube. I suppose these things take time. But I will bet, when it appears, there will be coaches all over England, perhaps all over the globe, using it to show what “giving your best” actually looks like.

Well done Jo, credit where it’s due.

Poetry for runners :)

Poetry for runners 🙂

I’m off to break the world record, just like that impressionable little Irish boy back in the day.

 

Thank you for reading

Frankie….phew!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thank you Liz!

I have a dream to be self sufficient someday, or at least as close as my will power allows. I’ll admit I am in the wrong job to be preaching about atmospheric pollution. Trucks don’t help the ozone but they pay the kids’ college fees. So…I’m still working on it.

The Dutch are the daddies when it comes to clean living. Anybody who has ever been there will testify to that. I reckon babies born in Holland can cycle before they can walk. Bicycles everywhere!  In fact, the photograph for my blog site was taken in Holland. Those windmills are situated along a dam which keeps the tide out. Everything is planned to perfection. On motorways they even use ‘glow in the dark’ paint for the road markings (white and yellow lines) to save on street lighting.

I dabble a bit in ‘vegetable growing’ at home. Very small scale; a polytunnel and a few other veggie patches here and there.

How d'ya like 'those' apples! I mean strawberries.

How d’ya like ‘those’ apples! I mean strawberries.

On the other hand ‘Green Lizard’s blog’ are the experts. They hail from the land of tulips. Apart from growing their own, they keep chickens etc, and seem to invent new uses for any object. Recycling is their speciality.  Here is a link to the blog site http://lizard100blog.wordpress.com/

Liz has bestowed upon me a ‘Thanks for reading’ badge. What a neat way of saying thanks!

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I am allowed, in turn, to say thanks to devoted readers of my diesel scented dribble. I am only allowed fourteen so I hope that nobody feels left out.

In fact lots of people will be relieved to be left out. Because by receiving this badge of thanks it means you have to pass the love along to your own readers when you find the time.

Firstly, thanks to those readers who quietly follow by email (mostly friends and family who were never supposed to find out about my blog until my dear wife spilled the beans).

Now, any nominees thankees that decide to abstain from this madness are forgiven. In fact they may have received this badge before. But here…

http://alienorajt.wordpress.com/

http://politicalpips.wordpress.com/

http://tropicalaffair.me/

http://humblebees.net/

http://followingmyjoy.com/

http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/

http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/

http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/

http://mcwilson1956.wordpress.com/

http://electricinthedesert.wordpress.com/

http://geraintisitt.wordpress.com/

http://wideawakebutdreaming.wordpress.com/

http://rachelcarrera.wordpress.com/

http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/

There are loads more who encourage me by hitting a like button or adding a comment. It’s a pity I am not allowed even three more thankees.

I thrive on encouragement. For years I thought I could be content without it. But when I got a taste of it I realised that it is encouragement which fuels my ambition, my drive…to be the best blogger the internet has ever seen.

Cue the Rocky music..

Thank you for reading and thank you Liz (the only girl in Holland who can’t ride a bike, tut-tut) 🙂

Frankie

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“Adriaaan”

I am somebody now!

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I don’t know about you but I enjoy reunions. I had a reunion with a few old schoolmates last week. It was good fun, recalling all the antics.

We got away with murder. There is one story in particular that sums up what we were like, back in the day. But before I share it there is something else that happened during the week. It gave me cause for much excitement. This blog is officially in the running for Ireland’s most coveted prize in blogging. I will have to pull the socks up and get serious for the next few months. You can view the long-list here http://www.blogawardsireland.com/category/long-list-2014/

To see the words “Trucker Turning Write” in the list gave me such a smile. I knew it was nominated thanks to Liz at http://www.lizard100blog.wordpress.com  and my wife who both encouraged me to give it a go. Even if nothing comes of it the following clip sums up the feeling of simply being on the nominee list.

 

 

It’s Saturday night and I am treating myself to a few beers at home. I enjoy a beer at weekends. I never really developed a taste for anything stronger. But…

There was a friend of mine whose parents were teetotallers. They didn’t drink alcohol but they always kept a bottle or two about the house, for visitors, you know. My friend was a normal teenager, curious about all things taboo. Sometimes when he got the chance he would try a drop behind his parents’ back. Vodka was his preference. He would consume as much as the circumstances would allow and simply top the bottle up with water.

This practice continued from midsummer all the way to Christmas until the bottle was so watered down that it was basically…just water.

All was fine until his parents invited the neighbours around for “a wee drop of Christmas cheer”. Being typically Irish the neighbours accepted generous top-ups without complaining about the vodka. But being typically Irish they went around the neighbourhood the following day telling everybody about the Christmas Scrooges who tried to pass off a bottle of water as vodka.

It didn’t take long for word to filter back to the parents. They were in shock. They promptly did what every Irish parent would do…totally overlooked anything domestic; their sons were good boys, beyond suspicion.

No, they took the nearly empty bottle and drove straight into town, to the off-licence (liquor store) where the bottle was initially purchased and demanded a refund and an apology. After much arguing, believe it or not, they got their apology, having somehow managed to convince the storekeeper that somebody working in his establishment had been helping themselves behind his back.

The perfect crime.

Those were the days. They don’t make parents like they used to.

Teens? I reckon teens will be teens in every generation.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…Good luck to all nominees.

 

 

He who procrastinates…

He who procrastinates…

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Procrastination. I’ll come clean…I had to look it up.

I have heard the term a few times before and I had an idea that it was a swanky word for time wasting. A quick look in the dictionary and, yes, that seems to be what it means.

There is another term I must check out sometime; Ad-hock. The spelling is probably wrong but that is how it sounds. I have heard it used once or twice in the past. I heard it again today on the radio. I think it means “a quick fix”. There is a certain radio host who must have learned all his English from a Jane Austin novel. He speaks like she writes (she wrote), if you know what I mean – Why use a small word when a big word will do? You know the sort. Still, without people like him we would probably be back to babbling if left to our own devices.

Incidentally, I believe the term babbling comes from a Bible story about a tower of babel.  The people of Babylon were building a tower to the heavens and, long story short, God didn’t like it and cursed them all with different languages so they couldn’t understand each other.

I guess something simple like “Pass me the cement, please.” would then come out like “Tobhair dom an straighil, le do thoil.” Before long the builders were like “huh?” Nobody understood each other.

The chances are that is just pure myth but there again, who knows?

Getting back to procrastination, it could also come under the same banner as hesitation. Years ago, at a disco, I was procrastinating about asking a certain girl to dance with me. The tunes played on and the time rolled by and yes, you guessed it, another lad got in before me. I can still hear my friend’s words when I confided my heartbreak to him. “Frankie,” he said as he patted my shoulder “he who hesitates, masturbates!”

So my advice to any procrastinators is – Go easy, too much can make you blind.

Myth?

Thsnk yiu fir..

Forgive me, I find this font size quite hard to read.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/now-later/

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Could you be more specific?

There was a Daily Prompt which asks me to write in the style of a blogger I admire.

I had a whole rousing blog post in my head before I sat down. Sadly it’s gone. If I get distracted I lose my train of thought.

My wife distracted me with some very important (totally unimportant) question or other with her beautiful voice….

I want to make a suggestion. I read lots of blogs saying that the world is corrupt, governments are corrupt, armies are corrupt, science is corrupt, media companies are corrupt, music industry is corrupt.

For a reader who hasn’t a clue what we’re talking about, please give them  a concrete example. Make them care. Some blogs do this already.

Today a workmate goes to me “I met a guy at a barbeque the other night. He was talking about all the conspiracies down through the years. They never put a man on the moon!”

” I have been telling you that for years.” I answered, in shock.

“Yes but he explained it better.”

“Thanks mate!”   The main thing is he knows now. I could hear the excitement in his voice. His awakening has begun.

The point is this; Perhaps you have a knack of explaining things.

Pick an event do some research then be specific! The newsreaders are very specific with the lies. Be specific with the truth.

I hear the term ‘Be the change’ a lot, in blogs. From what I see the main folks ‘being the change’ are the governments, the bankers, and the traditional media, and it’s not a change for the better.

Whether you knew it or not the Boston Marathon drama was smoke and firecrackers and amputee actors. I picked two videos from the numerous available on youtube. One is from an actual news channel (one of the few who try to keep the balance). The other is a movie maker who spotted actors he recognised and has now blown the proverbial whistle. His interview is a tale of bravery which I could never match.  We owe it to him to Be Specific!

This is our time, our window, our awakening. Grab a truth hammer and help to be the change.

The Daily Prompt asks to write like a blogger I admire. I admire most bloggers. I hope am writing in the style of most bloggers’ inner voice.

It’s just a suggestion.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…just as I am about to hit publish I get a sign!! (Thank you Holy Spirit.) My wife is watching a telly drama called Intelligence. A detective makes a reference to the Boston Bombers as being scumbags. Lol. The telly hypnosis machine is working hard these days.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/forms-of-flattery/

Noah’s Ark

I have heard the name Noah a few times in the past week. Either because of the new movie or my blogger friend Cheryl whose grandchild carries this wonderful name.

Since 2007 strange things, sometimes divine, have been happening in my life.

There was an instance about four or five years ago when a thought popped into my head. At first I thought this “thought” was my own. But later that evening I realised it was planted.

I encourage any new readers to read two posts I wrote explaining planted thoughts by the Holy Spirit (angels etc to some).

https://truckerturningwrite.com/2014/03/22/sacred-heart/

https://truckerturningwrite.com/2014/03/16/clap-along-if-you-awoke-at-1111/

Anyway, during my working day I got this idea in my head that maybe Noah’s Ark was the Bible’s way of explaining an Alien vessel landing on earth, saving two of everything and setting them down after the flood. I even considered maybe it was a story about coming from a another planet to earth, if that makes sense.

It’s no harm to entertain thoughts and follow through with research, especially gut research. (I can feel people saying “Cuckoo”)

Later that day when I got home, I skipped dinner and went straight to the computer. I googled “Noah’s Ark Spaceship”. It turns out I wasn’t the first to come up with this theory. There was even a song based on this idea. But anyway, I was guided to something which was accompanied by a confirmation of the truth to me.

In the Bible it says the Ark came to rest on the mountains of Ararat. It turns out that there is a mountain in Turkey called Mount Ararat. It looks like the shape of a decomposed boat at the top. And there were also photos of ancient stone anchors around the site.

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Just then my wife calls to me that we have visitors. I switch the computer off and go to greet my in-laws. My wife’s nephew has arrived with his parents. He was two years old.

“Show Frankie your new toy,” goes my wife to the kid, Barney.

Barney holds up the toy in his hands. “Look Fwankie, look!” It was a toy Noah’s Ark. It turned out he only got it a couple of hours earlier.

As we all know there are websites on the internet whose purpose is false info and there are websites whose info is true and there are websites whose only mission is to cause confusion.

If this subject interests you check it out. Also check out the chariots found at the bottom of the Red Sea (maybe the parting by Moses actually happened.) I hope you are guided to the truth. The “important” truth.

For the record I believe Aliens exist, whether from here or another planet, whether good or evil. See the post called. https://truckerturningwrite.com/2014/04/01/it-had-lights/ But I also believe the devil exists. I will blog about that again, I hope.

These signs happen all the time. I am sure you are being guided too, whether you realise it or not.

I think this is enough for now.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…Barney’s new baby brother was Christened Noah, later that year.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/worldly-encounters/

 

Blog Tour 2014 – The writing process.

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Thanks, first of all, to Pepper at http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/ for asking me to take part in this tour. I am gob-smacked that I was considered. My blog goes from one extreme to the next. Pepper’s talent with words speaks for itself. If you haven’t already discovered the Field of Thorns, there is no time like the present.

I have to nominate two bloggers to take this tour forward next Monday.

The first is Martha. A published author who teaches writing and tells it like it is. http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/

The second is the Doctor. He is unique, in my opinion. Quite funny. He also does a thing called live novel-ing. http://doctorloser.com/

Now I have to answer the four questions.

What am I working on at the moment?

I have been working in spurts on a non-fiction book. I don’t intend to write a second book. I only intend to write one.

It should have been finished ages ago. What’s the hold-up? The day job and all the other projects I seem to volunteer for. Excuses excuses!

I hope, when it is finished, it will help somebody make sense of this age in which we are living.  It will be simple language, easy to understand. There will be light hearted moments and my take on the meaning of life. I urge people to think twice about even the most insignificant coincidences that happen in their day to day lives.

When it is finished I hope to move on and try something else worthwhile.

How does my writing differ from others of its genre?

I don’t try to stand out. If I do, it’s not intentional. It’s not a competition, lucky for me. I have no interest in fame or fortune. I have an interest in trying to help.

I find it increasingly hard to understand most people. There is an indifference in the attitude to injustice of the average 21st century person.

How do I differ? Maybe I differ in that I realise we can’t meditate our way to a better future. We as bloggers have the power to change the world through a keypad, if we do it together, one truth at a time.

Why do I write what I do?

I suppose maybe I have the hope that something I write will help somebody. I wrote a play once. It was a comedy with a sad twist. But the moral of the story was that life can improve after the loss of a loved one if we allow it to improve.

I believe in the subtle influence of evil under the guise of pleasure. I see a mass hypnosis going on in the world. Hands are being used for anything other than helping. This worries me because my children will have to share a world with their children.

Then there are other times when I believe that this is all part of the destiny spoken of in the Bible. The human race has become so polluted with greed and self interest and self help books. We are desensitised to the suffering of others.

How does my writing process work?

My blog writing is very lazy. I might use one of the daily prompts from WordPress or just type about something random.

As for other writing, it comes to me during my working day. I keep a wee notebook for scribbling ideas and thoughts. Then I try to write when the house is quiet. The problem is that my mind seems most productive when I am busy at work. In the evenings it feels forced. Not all the time but most times.

I will write maybe a page or two then go back and hack it down to half a page.

Other times I stare at a blank screen and realise I am not a writer at all.

 

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…I hope to catch up on reading blogs tomorrow. I have missed a few days over the weekend, sorry. And thanks again Pepper.