Not So Easy This Way Out
by on January 10th, 2010
filed under About Life
The other day we got some sad news.
A friend, a father of #1 son’s teammate, a good man, hung himself in his home.
He left behind a wife and three children. And he left everyone who knew him asking- Why?
Why would a man who seemed to have it all- a successful business, a loving family, a nice home, and good friends- kill himself? What was so painful, so awful that the only way out was death? What was the breaking point? Why didn’t he tell someone? Why didn’t he ask for help?
No one will ever really know the answers to those questions. And maybe that’s as it should be.
If we knew the answer, would it make his lose any easier? If he did reach out for help but didn’t take it, would knowing that make his lose hurt less? If we could assign blame, direct our anger elsewhere, would we be less angry with him for taking the easy way out?
I hope he found the solace he was seeking, the peace he needed. I hope his family, in time, will treasure their moments with him and that their memories of him will only bring them comfort, not pain.
And I hope if you are thinking about suicide that you will do what he did not- talk to someone about it. Get help. It will get better. It will.
I promise.
Death with a View
by on November 10th, 2009
filed under About Life, Nothing Really, shocked
Would you pay one million dollars to live in a house where 5 people were murdered? The Orange County Register is taking a pole to find out the answer to that very question.
The home boasts 4 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms & 3,800 square feet with gorgeous ocean views. And, possibly, a few ghosts. Not to mention some seriously bad karmic residue and more negative energy than a whole bushel of sage could smudge out.
A part of me (possibly the bravest or stupidest-I’m not sure which) says yeah, I’d buy that house. Why not? It’s a beautiful house and the price is pretty good. Ghosts aren’t any more real than vampires or aliens.
The other part of me is majorly icked out. Every odd smell, strange noise or uneasy feeling would send my imagination running wild. What if the victims didn’t realize they were dead, like on Ghost Whisperer? Or they decided to conjure up Beetlejuice and drive out the new owners?
Sadly the poor Ucar family won’t enjoy any more holidays, welcome any new family members or celebrate any more milestones in this lovely home. And now its ready and waiting for a new family who is willing to overlook the past and create a new future.
Would you be willing to buy a house with a… um… history?
just call me beth P. yarnall
by on January 25th, 2009
filed under About Life
Procrastination is my middle name.
Really it’s like I invented it or at the very least have taken it to Ripley’s World Record proportions. Even when I manage to do something I’ve been putting off, half the time I don’t finish it or follow all the way through to the end.
I fantasize a lot about what I want to do, even going so far as to visualize the completed project and the accolades and attention I will receive at having done such a wonderful thing. But it still doesn’t help me to get and stay motivated.
I know it’s a flaw, probably my biggest. What I don’t know is how to change it.
Have you been able to change a flaw into a asset or found a way to motivate yourself to follow through? How are you doing so far on your resolutions for the new year?
