Self Disipline

I am strong because I’ve been weak.

I’m fearless because I've been afraid. I'm wise because I’ve been Foolish.Without the Children, Family, one and all, tomorrow wouldn't be worth the wait. Yesterday not worth remembering. They are the beat of my heart. They are the circulation, the pulse in my veins. Though Nature, the Creator, gave me life, they, My Children always; are that which gives me energy.

YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS; WILL EVER KNOW; WHEN YOU ARE SIMPLY USING ANOTHER CRUTCH TO PROTECT YOUR INSECURITY; IN AN ATTEMPT TO KEEP YOUR EGO TOGETHER; WHEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO COME UNRAVELED, LET THINGS ALL FALL OUT; OR LETTING THE WORLD COME, AS IT IS AND MAY-WORKING WITH NATURE FATHER THAN STRUGGLING AGAINST-IN AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTEMPT TO DEFEAT. YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO ***KNOWS***.

FRUITS OF SELF CONTROL

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·         Taking time to Meditate/Think.Mastering of moods.

·         Restraint of Re-Actions.

·         Never having to feel any need to Apologise.

·         Remembering-past is PAST an appology changes nothing- therefore is of NO VALUE -EVER.

You are always responsible for how you act, no matter how you may feel at any time in any place. REMEMBER THAT

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What Real Friendship, True Love Means

True Love can not expire.
The other kind, I do decline;
never shall be,
what I require.
Real Friendship does not conspire.
Real Friendship, is not Trendship;
Like real love; true friendship
can not expire.
The other kind; no thanks;
Pray never shall be, so inclined.
Al (Alex-Alexander) D Girvan.

FATHER’S DAY, Including Single Fathers

Don’t take away from the Fathers that must do in on their own. We don’t use the day to call out all the to call out all the “Dead Beat Mamas. 

 No, we let the Real Mothers have what was meant to be their day With Respect. Please do the same for us. Remember narcists don’t co-parent; they counter parent.  They interfere. They don’t care about the collateral or the emotional damage done to a child, just so long as it hurts US. I didn’t set out to be a single father or parent; most of us do not. I set out to be the best parent I knew how to be. Most of us do…and that hasn’t changed. So, if you left any of us without a reason; do not come back with your excuses. A real father; a real man takes care of the fruit of his loins; his children, no matter what the relationship may be or have been with the mother of HIS child, HE GAVE LIFE. Some days, he has no idea how to do it. But, each and every single day, one day at a time, it always gets done.--Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan

I'll Love you Forever, the Child I Made

 

I AM DAD

FATHER, PROVIDER, PROTECTOR, TEACHER, CHEF.

HOUSEKEEPER, CHINESE LAUNDRY, COACH CHAUFFEUR, NURSE;

STORYTELLER, MONSTER KILLER, PLANNER ORGANISER,

DECORATOR, CRAFTER, MULTI-TASKING KING, SUPERMAN, AND FRIEND,

AND YES, THOUGH YOUR MOTHER CARRIED YOU;

‘TWAS I WHO GAVE YOU LIFE.

Most, anyone can have a child;

 “a parent”, call themselves.

The real parent is the one put that child

 above their own selfish needs or wants.

When a father makes the decision to create a child,

he’s also making the decision to take responsibility for that child.

A father never abandons his obligation as a parent,

because he’s tired, has “other plans”.

The father’s love begins, long before the child is born,

and lasts until the end of time,
through difficulties and differences;

many scars and wounds.

Days of sorrow, winding, wearing, weeping sharing,

ever changing.

Until at the end what remains; is that solid core;

that began as His Love before the child was born ©. Al (Alex, Alexander) D Girvan.

The Proper Attire for Worshipping.

One Sunday morning, an old cowboy entered a church just before services were to begin. Although the old man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged.

In his hand, he carried a worn-out old hat and an equally worn-out Bible. The church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest and most beautiful church the old cowboy had ever seen. The people of the congregation were all dressed in expensive clothes and accessories.

As the cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him. No one greeted, spoke to or welcomed him. They were all appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

As the old cowboy was leaving the church, the preacher approached him and asked the cowboy to do him a favour: “Before you come back in here again, have a talk with God and ask him what he thinks would be appropriate attire for worship.”

The old cowboy assured the preacher he would.

But the next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots and hat.

Once again he was completely shunned and ignored. The preacher approached the man and said, “I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back to our church.”

“I did,” replied the old cowboy.

“If you spoke to God, what did he tell you proper attire should be for worshipping in here?” asked the preacher.

“Well, sir, God told me that He didn’t have a clue what I should wear. He said He’d never been in here before.”

Duke Ellington - C Jam Blues (1942)

Folsom Prison Blues - Harmonica/Mundharmonika

Blueberry Hill - Harmonica/Mundharmonika

HARMONICA " GREENSLEEVES " (musique Celtique)

Take me home country road (Harmonica)