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Monday, February 24, 2014

A year In the Life 2

A year In the Life 2
Perhaps it’s just that I try to see the good in everything.  There have been so many points (years) in my life where I can see, especially in looking back, where my life seemed to switch directions or shift into overdrive.  I suppose that if I really tried hard and devoted enough time into it, I could rate each one of those years into some sort of level of importance.  Yet each one of the years that I can highlight were stacked upon each other: that’s to say that progression was possible because of each year’s events.
As an example of sequential occurrences (progression):  my parents made the decision to move to the United States, after that transition everything that happened in my life happened in the U.S., because of the time spent at the border town waiting for permanent residency in the U.S., my parents separated and eventually divorced, after a couple of years of struggle, my mother met and married my step-father, etc., etc..
The significance of 1959 in my life is paramount to not just my life but the life of everyone that crossed (or is otherwise became involved in) my life’s path to this very day.  It was this year that my step-father was offered a job in the Pacific Northwest (while living in Texas).  We arrived in Washington State and our new home (life) just prior to Labor Day of that year. 
While almost everything that my life evolved into is rooted in the northwest, including the people that have played significant parts in my development, my past is undeniable in importance.  I realize how intricate my trend of thought is, and I agree that you almost have to read what I am writing at least twice to be able to follow along.  Even I find myself going back and reading my own material to make sure that in the end it makes sense.  Consider that I was born in Mexico to parents of means, moved to a border town to (legally immigrate to the United States, arrived in California, soon after my parent’s separation, moved to Texas and in 1959 to Washington State.  The trajectory of migration is not anything that could have been foreseen or even planned.  The word destiny comes to mind.
I believe that we are all destined to live out a life that is planned for us, but we affect it to some degree by the decision that we make at certain crossroads.  I apologize if this post seems to be deeper than most, but for some reason I was compelled to wake out of a deep sleep to write this material at 2:30 in the morning. To make this post more interesting I will share with you other events of importance that happened in 1959:
Some songs released; Platters, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”; Lloyd Price, “Sugar Lee”; Frankie Avalon, “Venus”; Fleetwoods, “Come Softly To Me”; Wilbert Harrison, “Kansas City”; Bobby Darin, “Mack The Knife”. 
On February 3rd: Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P Richardson are killed in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa.  They are the first rock stars to die.
In my life, I have left a wake of many happy people for having crossed my path along the way, and at least a couple miserable ones that I am aware of.  The best is yet to come……

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