I Know What I’m Doing & You Don’t

Three-thirty in the morning. Farlo, Tina, and Joey sat in the back of an ambulance. Pablo sat in the driver’s seat dressed as a paramedic. Pablo’s friend, El Hombre, also dressed as a paramedic sat in the passenger seat. El Hombre is a bit of a TV personality since locally he’s appeared on more Crime Stopper news feeds asking for information as to his location. And, warning citizens to consider El Hombre armed and dangerous.

Farlo barked through the window separating the driver from the rear of the ambulance, “Where’d you get the ambulance on such short notice?”

“We heisted it from an accident El Hombre staged. I tell you Farlo, you would have been proud, bing, bang, boom, it went down like clockwork, man,” bragged Pablo.

“Yah, but there’s one glitch, which I was not happy about, but Pablo made me promise no rough stuff,” said El Hombre.

“What was it?” asked Joey.

“I wanted to cap the ambulance drivers so they wouldn’t recognize me. But I promised Pablo, no shooting, knifing, strangling, or using a metal pipe against an unprotected body part if I wasn’t attacked first. That’s wrong, man. I tell you, you got to take them out before they think of taking you out. It’s that kind of thinking that’s made me a success,” said El Hombre.

“If I didn’t need the ambulance, I’d take you outside and let you have a go at me, you’re lower than a piece of whale crap and that’s at the bottom of the ocean. You need to straighten out before somebody carries you out and dumps you in the river,” growled Farlo.

Pablo said something in Spanish to El Hombre before El Hombre could jump out and take on Farlo.

El Hombre said, “Hey man, I apologize. Three things. One, I didn’t know you was Filo’s top gun. Second, I didn’t know you is the Farlo who the street legend. And three, I didn’t know you was the man who took out El Jefe and six of his lieutenants. No hard feelings, okay.”

Farlo stuck his head in the window section and glared at El Hombre, “I see your kisser on Crime Stoppers one more time, I’m putting you at the top of my eraser list.”

“No can do. I’m a celebrity. I gotta be on Crime Stoppers,” said El Hombre.

Farlo answered, “You’re making me believe in reincarnation because nobody can be that stupid in one lifetime.”

Pablo turned toward the window, fist bumped Farlo, then said, “I’m going to turn on the lights and we’ll go in. I remember the script. Tell the intern to keep his eyes closed and play like he’s shot up with drugs.”

“This is stupid. I don’t want to wear a hospital gown. It’s open in front,” whined Joey.

“Get your head in the game, kid. You got it on backwards. Don’t worry, no one will be interested in your sorry looking ass. Act normal, like you’re in a daze and don’t know what you’re doing. It comes natural to you,” snarled Farlo.

“There you go with your negativity. Once, just once, I’d like a little praise,” said Joey.

“You want praise? Is that what you want? I’ll take you to Santa at the department store over Christmas. Now lay on your back, legs straight. Arms by your side. Eyes are closed. Let a little drool spill out of the corner of your mouth.”

“Why couldn’t I be the attending physician and you be the patient?” asked Joey.

“Because I know what I’m doing and you don’t,” said Farlo.

“Good point,” said Joey.

Pablo started the flashing lights, put on the siren, and drove up to the guardhouse at the entrance to the Patiently Insane Home. He stopped at the guardhouse, lowered his window, and hollered to the guard who was watching a rerun of a football game, “I got another one, let me through. I don’t want him to die on me. Too much paperwork.”

The guard watched the next play. He turned his head toward Pablo, saw Pablo’s uniform, which he took off one of the paramedics, and said, “Take him around back. I’ll phone ahead.”

“Thanks, man,” said Pablo and he drove on the grounds.

Pablo half turned toward the window, “Farlo, I can only give you fifteen minutes tops. I figure an APB will be out on this vehicle by then. We’ll have to ditch it and heist another ride.”

“If we don’t show up in fifteen minutes consider us dead and beat it,” said Farlo.

“What was that?” said Joey who was supposed to be impersonating a person who is heavily sedated.

“Play your role, Kid. It’s go time,” said Farlo as the ambulance pulled up to the emergency room entrance.

Will Farlo, Tina, and Joey rescue Harry J? Will they make it back to the ambulance in 15 minutes? Who’s Filo?

The Power of A Simple Act of Kindness

It’s simple the way life works. The more we love, the greater we are loved in returned. The more we give of ourselves, the more we receive in many different forms. When we touch another person with a simple act of kindness without expectation of return, our act of kindness ripples far out beyond the person we touched. The following short film beautifully illustrates the power of a simple act of kindness.

I Didn’t Ask For a Travel Brochure

Farlo, Tina, and Joey sat at a multi-tiled outside cafe table, behind a black wrought iron fence bordering Taco Heaven from passing pedestrian traffic. A skinny pole with the number 12 rose from the middle of the table and held an open umbrella. Farlo sipped from his iced tea. Tina, who wanted to sit at the table, was relegated to the cement under the table lapped water from a Styrofoam bowl. Joey stared at his corrugated cardboard box of kale, beets, spinach, edamame, cubes of butternut squash, and a small piece of broiled chicken. He sipped on a bottle of purified water at Taco Heaven.

Joey looked at Farlo, “I’m not eating this stuff. Who eats this stuff anyway?”

Farlo ignored him and flirted with a thirtyish tall woman, dressed in a business skirt and matching jacket who was talking on the phone. She winked at him and mouthed, “What’s your cell number?”

Joey said, “How’d you do that?”

The flirting scene was interrupted by a lanky, tattooed, male of Mexican descent who brought Farlo and Tina’s order to the table. He saw Farlo and said, “Hey man, what you doing here? I’m clean.”

Farlo looked up and said, “When did you get out, Pablo? Last I heard you were doing ten to twenty for armed robbery.”

“Man, the DA got it all wrong. I was using my finger which I had stuck in my coat. My public defender got my conviction tossed out after I spent six months in state.”

“I heard you had a gun in the back of your pants,” said Farlo.

“That’s beside the point. I wasn’t going to use it unless somebody who wasn’t supposed to show up showed up, you know what I mean. I know the legal intricacies of B & E. I’m thinking of becoming a lawyer if my public defender can get my record expunged.”

“You got a rap sheet longer than I-10, Pablo. Your P D has a lot a work,” said Farlo.

“That’s true, but most of it was before I was sixteen. Can I use you for a reference?” said Pablo.

Farlo took a long sip of his iced tea. He saw Pablo stare at Joey then at Joey’s corrugated box of veggies. “Don’t mind him, he’s in orientation. He’s still detoxing.”

“I feel sorry for you, man. Farlo’s a hard dude. I know.”

“Tell me about it,” said Joey.

“I don’t have time, I got other customers. Well, Farlo, you gonna be a reference?”

“I tell you what, I’ll be a great reference if you’ll give me great information on a little project I have in mind,” said Farlo.

“What’s the game?” asked Pablo.

“I want to break into the Patiently Insane Home on the west side,” said Farlo. His voice sounded like a freight train rumbling down the tracks.

“Man, that’s a tough place. They got security 24/7. They got guard dogs. They got cameras. The top of the wall around the place is covered with razor wire,” said Pablo.

“I didn’t ask you for a travel brochure. And, I’m not booking a vacation to Wichita. How do I get in?”

Pablo placed his right hand under his chin. He cupped his right elbow with his left hand. He tilted his head a bit to the left, and made believe he was thinking.

“Don’t try to bullshit me, Pablo. If you do, I’m going to grind your sorry ass into hamburger and feed it to the dogs,” snapped Farlo.

“Okay, okay I had to fake it a little in case somebody close by wants a favor. You know how negotiations go. Me and Taco broke in last month. Taco wanted the drugs. Me, I don’t do drugs, but I needed a wheel man. Me, I planned on going through the residents’ rooms and stealing the purses, wallets, jewelry and stuff.”

“I don’t want your autobiography. I want to get in, comprehende?

“Man, you are touchy. This guy with the salad a tough case? You want me to sic some of the gang on him?”

Joey looked up, “Hey, I’m eating my salad. I won’t complain anymore.”

Pablo bent low over the table. He motioned Farlo and Joey closer to him. He said, “Listen up. This is my plan. It works.”

Pablo explained the plan and left with Farlo’s promise of a great letter of recommendation.

Joey said, “I’m not going, we’ll get killed. Pablo’s nuts.”

Farlo said, “Pablo’s certifiable, we’ll probably get killed. We’re going tomorrow night.

What’s Pablo’s plan? Will they rescue Harry J? Who’s Filo?

See, Reflect, Decide

If you’re like me, you may make snap judgments. Sometimes, my judgments are right on target. More often than not, I wished I waited to learn more. I needed to hear the other person’s story. I needed, for a moment, to place myself in his or her shoes. It’s a humbling experience for me to know I was wrong. The following short video gives insights into the different possibilities that you or I might have with our first judgment. Enjoy

 


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If You Don’t Like The Rules – Ignore Them

Farlo, Tina, and Joey stood in front of the double doors to the Heavenly Happiness Assisted Care Facility. Joey read a paper sign posted on the door. “Check this out Farlo, we can’t go in. It says, no dogs. Only family members can visit. Don’t bring any food in. We check bags and purses. No guns allowed. Visiting hours are between 2 p.m. and 3 p.m. That’s wrong, it should say, visiting hour. It’s ten o’clock, we’ll have to leave and come back at two. Are you family?”

Farlo stared through the glass window at the reception desk. He was staring at a matronly woman, with a beehive doo, wearing dark blue plastic framed glasses. She was playing solitaire on her computer. An old dude with a mobile pole with a urine sack and BP monitor was standing in front of her trying to get her attention.

Farlo turned to Joey, “Did you read page one oh one, paragraph seven in the manual?”

“What manual? I don’t have my manual? When am I going to get it? What does it say?” asked Joey.

“It says if you don’t like the rules, ignore them. I don’t like those rules. We’re going in, keep quiet, observe, and play nice. And, run like hell, if I tell you to,” said Farlo.

“What?”

Farlo didn’t answer. He opened the door, took a step inside and stopped. “I hate that smell. It smells worse than you do after your cardio.”

“You gonna start on me again?” whispered Joey.

“They’re no timeouts where you’re concerned,” said Farlo in a low gravelly voice.

The receptionist looked up, past the old dude with the mobile pole complete with urine sack and BP monitor. “Hey you, didn’t you read the sign, no dogs.”

Farlo turned his head down and toward Tina, “It’s okay Tina, the receptionist forgot to take her nice pills this morning.”

Farlo walked across the tiled floor and stood next to the old timer with mobile pole with the urine sack, and BP unit on it. “What’s happening old dude? You need some help?”

“Who the hell do you think you are coming in here and talking to our citizens without permission?” The matronly woman’s abundant breasts heaving with each uttered word. Her face now as red as an overripe tomato.

Farlo ignore her. He took hold of the old dude’s arm. He glanced at it, “What the hell are they shooting into your veins, old dude?”

“They won’t tell me. They said I gave away my life to my kids when they forced me to sign a power of attorney to them.”

“Hold on. How did they force you?”

“They wouldn’t give me a catheter so I keep peeing in the bed.”

Farlo turned to the receptionist, he looked at her ID name plate pinned just over her left breast, “Is it Beverly or should I call you Bev?” Farlo asked in a low husky voice.

“It’s none of your bleep business,” said the receptionist.

“I’ll accept that. Here’s my business, I want this old dude’s power of attorney rescinded within the hour. If it isn’t I’m going to shut this place down and have you and your manager tossed into jail.”

“You can’t do that?” said Beverly.

Joey spoke up, “Yes he can. If you bother him, he’ll call Filo.”

Farlo tossed a ‘what the hell are you doing’ look at Joey.

“No, no, no. Not Filo. I’m sorry. I was rude. How can I help you?”

“The old dude was first,” said Farlo.

“How can I help you, old dude?” said Beverly. Farlo was sure she didn’t know the old dude’s name.

“Can I switch rooms to have a garden view. I want the room where Harry lived.”

Farlo interrupted, “Harry J?”

“Yah, he was my best friend. They took him out in an ambulance about fifteen minutes ago. He was healthy as can be. I don’t know why he was in here.”

Farlo bent over the receptionist desk, he put his right hand on top of Beverly’s bee hive doo, and said, “Bev if you don’t tell me where they took Harry J I’m going to pull this bee hive off your head as well as the scalp it is attached to. Do you understand me?”

“Yah, and I’ll say he never touched you,” said Joey.

“Me too,” said the old dude.

Tina barked.

Beverly grimaced as turned off her solitaire game and pulled up an Excel spreadsheet. “Here it is, they took him to the Patiently Insane Home. It’s across town.”

Farlo looked at Tina, “Tina, if Bev calls ahead on us, show Bev what you’re going to do.”

Tina jaw opened into a menacing drool with her tongue hanging out. Her voice emitting a guttural growl.

“I, I won’t Tina. I promise.”

“Fist bump old dude. Here’s my card. It only has my name and a special number on it. If they don’t cancel the power of attorney in an hour call me. If they don’t move you, call me. If they give you any crap, call me.”

“Thanks, righteous dude,” said the old dude.

Back at the car, Joey behind the wheel. Farlo in the passenger seat, and Tina sprawled across the back seat. Joey said, “You like my move tossing Filo out?”

“You’re lucky I’m not reporting you for breach of security,” said Farlo.

“What breach of security.

“Section one, paragraph 3, page 4. You can’t use Filo’s name publically until you’ve past boot camp.”

“I’m still in boot camp?”

“Hell no. You haven’t started boot camp. You’ve been in orientation. I’m hungry, let’s go to Whole Foods so you can hit the salad bar.”

“Where are you going?” asked Joey.

“Me? I’m going to Taco Heaven. I can’t stand salad bars,” growled Farlo.

“For once, have some compassion,” asked Joey.

“What do you want to do, buy new love handles? Move out, kid.”

“Farlo, who’s Filo?”

Will Farlo, Tina, and Joey rescue Harry J? Who’s Filo? Come by tomorrow as the adventure continues.

Unleashing Our Potential

Hard work, concentrated effort, and a willingness to learn are three cornerstones to achieving our goals. When we apply them consistently we unleash our potential and open doors to what we may have once believed were locked. Go ahead, commit to hard work, concentrated effort and increase your learning curve. It will pay off in the end. The following 2 minute YouTube video will inspire you to apply all three principles over and again.

He’s Taking Selfies To Post On Tinder

Farlo’s riding a bicycle, Tina is running alongside him. Joey is running alongside Tina.

“How far are you going, Farlo? I think we’ve been running for a half hour,” said Joey.

“Wimp. The Kenyans run for hours. They’re running up mountains. They’re running down mountains. They run to the coast so they can run in the ocean. Take a hint from Tina, she’s not even breathing hard. Suck it up, kid,” said Farlo

“At least tell me more about our job. Who’s Harry J? Why do we have to rescue him? Is it dangerous? Can I decide after you answer these questions if I want to go?”

“You’re not cleared to know. Do I look like I know Harry J?”

Joey interrupted Farlo, “Does he spell his last name Jay?”

“No, it’s only a letter. Before you ask it, I don’t know what his last name is. Filo only give the amount of information he thinks necessary to accomplish the mission.”

“Doesn’t it bother you? It bothers me,” said Joey.

“You’ll never get ahead in the organization with that attitude.”

“I don’t want to get ahead in the organization. I want to see the lease agreement for the room you rented in my house,” said Joey.

“I can’t give it to you. I gave it to Filo.”

“Who’s Filo?”

“See that hill? Sprint up the hill. Tina and I will be waiting at the top with your electrolyte drink,” said Farlo pushing harder on the pedals and leaving Joey behind.

“Hey Farlo, this isn’t fair. You can downshift, I can’t,” Joey hollered to Farlo’s back.”

An hour later, Farlo, Tina, and Joey sit in Joey’s car in the parking lot of Heavenly Happiness Assisted Care Facility.

Farlo watched an ambulance wheel a patient in. Ten minutes later he watched an ambulance wheel a patient out. Five minutes later a hearse pulled up and two somber looking dudes ready for Halloween pushed a gurney inside.  Joey, who now earned his smart phone back, was taking selfies. Tina was photo bombing Joey’s selfies.

Farlo glanced over at Joey, “Put that thing away. Get your head in the game. It’s almost go time.”

Joey looked over at Farlo, “I’m taking selfies to post on Tinder.”

“You’re not ready for dating. You’re heading for one disappointment after another.”

“You’re jealous because I have good looks and a great personality. The two things you wish you had, no offense intended,” said Joey snapping another selfie. Tina’s head resting on his shoulder.

“I think Tina being in my photos is going to help. The ladies like a guy with a dog. They figure if a guy can take care of a dog, he knows how to make a commitment.”

“Where’d you hear that crap,” snapped Farlo.

“I read it online on how to pick up women,” said Joey.

“What loser wrote that?” said Farlo.

“It was written by a bartender. You know bartenders give the best advice.”

Farlo’s left hand shot out like a bolt of lightning. He snagged Joey’s smart phone and stuck it in his pants’ pocket.

“What are you doing? I earned it back. Give it to me,” demanded Joey.

“You lost it for 48 hours.”

“Why?”

“Read the manual. It’s on page 73 paragraph 4,” said Farlo.

“But I don’t have the manual,” said Joey.

“Tough luck. We’re going in. Follow me,” Farlo got out the passenger side door. Tina jumped into the front seat and followed Farlo. Joey got out the driver’s side door and came around the car. He positioned himself to Farlo’s left side. Joey wanted proximity to the pocket that contained his smartphone.

“Don’t even think about it, you could lose a finger,” said Farlo as he started toward the door.

“Do I get credit for initiative?” asked Joey.

“No.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’re going to rescue Harry J. No more questions.”

Will they rescue Harry J. from the assisted care facility? Who’s Filo? Why doesn’t Joey have a copy of the manual?

Commit To Pursuing The Dream

It’s time to take the dream off the shelf and set in front of us. It time to set aside everything that’s kept us from going after the dream we’ve talked about, dreamt about, and desired. It time to make the commitment to hold nothing back and to rest only when we have achieved our dream. Get Inspired with this YouTube video.

Dirty Socks Under the Bed?

“Rise and shine you rug rat. You’re snoozing, you’re losing,” Farlo’s command barked from the kitchen. Tina barked twice.

“Ready for inspection,” Joey said from the bedroom.

Farlo patted Tina on the head, smiled for a brief second, turned his smile into a growl, walked to Joey’s bedroom, opened the door, and said, “I’m kicking it up a notch this morning. I’ve been giving you the preschool to build your confidence.”

Joey said, “I’m ready for anything you can throw at me.”

Farlo touched Tina’s head, “Check under the bed for dirty socks, pot, amphetamines, hotdogs, sugary cereals, pizza, and Playboy magazines.”

Tina barked once, lowered herself to her belly and crawled under the bed. While Tina ferreted around under the bed, Farlo examined Joey. He looked at Joey’s Nike’s. They were clean. He checked Joey’s jeans. They were washed and ironed. He checked Joey’s t-shirt. It was clean and without lettering. He rubbed a forefinger along Joey’s cheek checking for stubble. It was smooth as a baby’s butt. Farlo said nothing. He walked around the bed, the teddy bear was gone. There was not a wrinkle on the bed. Tina emerged from under the bed. She had a dirty sock in her mouth.

“Aha, I knew it was too good to be true. What is this sock doing under your bed?” demanded Farlo.

“Resting or hiding from its mate,” said Joey without a trace of a smile.

“A smartass. Is that what I have on my hands,” asked Farlo.

“You know it. I lost fifteen pounds. I can do forty pushups, one hundred sit-ups, a plank for thirty seconds, and I can run two miles.”

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you,” said Farlo.

“Matter of fact, I do,” said Joey.

“You think I’m going to let you eat that crap you like to eat just because you think you’re doing good. Well, here’s a news flash, you’re not. It’s off limits. It’s out of bounds. It’s contraband. What do you think of that?” asked Farlo sounding meaner than an angry pit bull.

“I gave it all up. I like eating healthy. It fits with my new self-image.’

“Which is what, poster child for save the dolphins? Snapped Farlo.

“I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’m not the old Joey, I’m me. You can call me Joe, or you can call me Joseph, but you can’t call me Joey.

“I’ll call you whatever I want to call you. If I tell you to eat crackers and spit bullets, you do it. If I tell you keep running into a brick wall until it crumbles, you do it. If I tell you to get me a pizza and you can’t have any you do it.”

“Hey, the last one’s not fair.

“Aha, I found your weak link. If you get taken prisoner, they’ll use it against you. They’ll put pizza just out of your reach to torment you. They’ll turn you into a sniveling, shriveling peace of old pepperoni and toss you in the garbage,” said Farlo.

Farlo heard a ding on his iWatch 3. He looked at it. He looked back at Joey, He said, “Eat up. We’re on a mission from Filo.”

Joey said, “A real mission? I’m really, really going on a real mission?”

“I hope you’re man enough.”

“What’s the assignment?”

“I’ll get the full dossier later, right now, all I know is we’re assigned to rescue Harry J before his execution.”

“It sounds dangerous,” said Joey.

“Make sure you have a living will ready before we take off. If you don’t I’m going to tell them to take you off life support even if you’re breathing, speaking coherently, and are fully aware of your surroundings.”

“You can’t do that because I’ll tell them you can’t do that to me.”

“Remember those thirty papers you signed yesterday and got tired of reading them halfway through?” asked Farlo.

“Yes?” Joes now letting anxiety creep into his voice.

“Your last signature gave me power of attorney over your entire life.”

“I’m telling Filo.”

The fab twosome are on their first real assignment – will they survive? Who are they going to rescue? Why did Filo give them the assignment? Who’s Filo?

The Greater The Challenge – The Greater The Courage

What would you do if you were perfectly healthy and the next moment, doctors told you you’d never walk again? Would you give up? Would you RSVP to a pity party? In the following video you’ll see a man confronted with this challenge. decided to help others and has become an inspiration to others. Get Inspired. 

 

Bouncing Back Trailer from Lifetree on Vimeo.

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