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Tablo Pty Ltd - Paul S. Wood

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English

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I have done the impossible, together with God, I beat cancer. Along this journey several things happened to me that I could not ignore, so I wrote them down and felt compelled to share them. Not only to give people hope from cancer, but to let them know they are not alone, and to show them that God is real. The accounts in this recording are real. If you have trouble believing in the Lord I hope this book will slightly change your mind. Just take it for what it is, and at the end, you tell me if it's all coincidence or not. I don't think so. You be the judge.

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Philosophie et théologie

Religion

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Publié par	Tablo Pty Ltd
Date de parution	30 juillet 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781925993851
Langue	English

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A Story to tell
I used to wake up dreading the long day of work ahead, at one of the biggest cable companies ever established. I had learned my pace, and the pace of business. I was good not only at handling an angry customer, but at managing my time between crawling in the crawlspace, climbing my ladder, replacing equipment in the home and hurrying off to the next job site, and the next angry customer.
I had learned how the strict metrics worked, and how I could beat them if I hustled, and used my troubleshooting skills quickly and effectively without getting caught up by the lengthy stories the customer would want to tell me about how many times their internet had went out over the weekend. I was becoming a beast, I was getting raises, awards, respect, I basically had the world in the palm of my hands after a few hard years of grinding.
I had seen other guys like myself above me, that had just gotten a handle on their pace, and the only thing I ever saw stop them was an injury. As fun as it seemed to be out of work relaxing on the couch, I knew that the goal of making lots of money and climbing the ladder to success would be ruined if I ever sustained a real injury. Much less, I would be injured, which could prevent me from playing with my son Jordan who was just 6 years old. Or maybe just prevent me from doing normal things that everyday people are able to do. So naturally it scared me. While other crew members decided to go into leadership or other areas that I wasn't quite sure I wanted to be in yet, I found comfort in becoming a safety champion.
A safety champion is a guy who has managed to prevent any injuries for an extended period of time, and maybe taught others the rules and practices of safety. Instead of giving speeches on E-waste, or on how everyone needed to fill out their time cards more accurately, I could speak about how not to drive distracted, or how to check for foreign voltage on objects so a tech wouldn't get shocked. Ladder safety was paramount since we climbed everyday, and honestly it scared me the most because the 28' ladder was no joke fully extended, and you could easily be killed if you fell.
I had managed to pick up a few safety champion awards and a nice windbreaker pullover with the company logo, and a shield that read "safety champion" with a graphic of a lineman on a pole. It became my mission to never get hurt, and I was doing great at it. My routine had become a bit mundane but I was now living the easy life, knowing what I was doing, making every customer happy, making my bosses happy, and making a decent wage finally. What was next? I was being pushed towards leadership, being told I'm a natural leader, I was complimented, but feared dealing with the politics, as well as all the escalation customers, and I was told it involved a lot of work outside of work. Which I was not very keen on.
I had an interview, and knew it wasn't right for me, but wanted to progress. I was effectively flailing, like a fish out of water, not sure which direction to go within the company, but needing to figure it out and commit soon. Little did I know what God had in store for me. Just around the corner would be a life changing event. It would not only solidify my beliefs in the Lord, but would propel me to new heights in my life and change my outlook on many things. Such an amazing series of events happened so fast, and were so amazing it propelled me to keep track in my mind, and tell every poor bastard who seemed the slight bit interested. I don't know if to just keep it fresh in my mind, or to share and see what people would say, since it was so out of the ordinary, I felt I really had a story to tell.
My belief
I grew up in Oakland California in the 80's. I was born in 1976, my father was a hippie who had dodged the draft and was a pretty socially aware guy who knew that fighting a war over political reasons was the last place he wanted to be. He wanted to be a rock star. Like every other hippie who worshiped Hendrix, he wished he could follow in his footsteps and rub elbows with the greats. He knew that if he kept at it long enough, and put it before every last thing in his life including his marriage and children, he would eventually break through.
So my childhood was filled with living room jams until 3 a.m., funny smells in the air, long hair and sitting drinking Shirley Temples at the bar, trying to talk my way into having a few extra cherries thrown in, or maybe finding a slightly used tiny plastic sword used for olives in martinis, to take home and have my action figures dawn as their new mighty weapon. I used to learn how to break dance with my uncle since he was only a few years older than me, and we wanted to forge our own identities in our own age range and musical demographic.
Not only did break dancing explode in the bay area in the 80's, but it made me feel like I was good at something. It was also a team effort, we could work on routines and put together coordinated dance sequences that would wow the crowds and make us feel a huge sense of accomplishment. Maybe we weren't going for the pros, but we were definitely gunning for any challengers, in any neighborhoods that thought they might have been practicing harder than us. My family wasn't religious, but they believed in God. We didn't go to church, but my grandmother would always mention the lord like you better not cross him. "You can do whatever you want behind my back, but the Lord sees all." She would say. While gazing at a beautiful sunset she might say, "Just look at the Lord's creations, aren't they amazing?"
I knew my family believed deeply in the most high, but never saw a bible, never heard a scripture, never saw a cross unless it was Christmas time, or maybe someone had a gold necklace with one dangling from it. As I got older I began to weigh my relationship with the Lord, and knew that I wasn't completely on board with some old white guy, who somehow had a human son without having sex and sent him to earth, and he died for our sins or some junk. I had serious trust issues, my dad had cheated on my mother and me, and my little brother Ryan, he barely ever came home, and when he did he was drunk and completely ignoring me and the family. He was just there to play songs and tune up his guitar before he would leave again to chase his dream.
As much as I hated the guy, I was rooting for him. We were poor. Dead broke, barely able to afford groceries, on food stamps, and my clothes barely fit.Yet I knew if he made it and got rich, that things might change, so I hoped he would get a lead every time he stumbled out the door with his amplifier and guitar in hand wearing his half buttoned hippie collared shirt and snakeskin boots. My father lied constantly and my trust eroded in mankind, and left me no room to believe that a bible written by man was all truthful. Yet somehow I still knew that on this beautiful planet there were patterns and purposeful architecture woven into mother nature at every turn. I wrestled with this and eventually knew there had to be someone or something intelligent behind it all, but the bible was written by man, so I was going to separate the two in my mind.
God wasn't human, he never had a son, we was just an anonymous artist who maybe did have the ability to communicate with his own creations, but the book was all made up from stories and lessons people learned over time. A book of rules to live by collected over the ages, and revised who knows how many times at this point.
While in my teens I had a flashback to a terrible day that had been locked away in my memory for ages. I guess I had chosen to block it out, and it actually happened. Back when my father used to play in neighborhood garage jams on the weekend, I remembered a very vivid and specific event. My father drove a white '67 Impala station wagon with a brown rust dot on the hood like a cow.
It was perfect for him and packing all his equipment around, and on this specific day he parked in the driveway of the house he was jamming at. The neighborhood was unfamiliar to me, but I was accustomed to "toughing it out" and just rolling with whatever pops wanted to do. I knew we would be here jamming past sunset, so I decided to get comfortable and climb up onto the roof and sit cross legged on the passenger side to get the best view in the house. I was probably 5 or six years old, a scrawny little guy with a break dancing shirt on and an old pair of laced tennis shoes.
My dad was jamming super loud, and a crowd was gathering. Not before long a small herd of neighborhood hoodlums decided they wanted my spot and scrambled up onto the roof where I was minding my own business. One of them sat right next to me, crowding my space, and his elbow bumping mine. He was at least two years older than me, and I knew that me holding my spot was just about over. Right then the kid decided to use his elbow and shoulder strength to shove me right off the roof. All of a sudden everything went into slow motion.
If I had slid off the roof and managed to put my feet down, things might have not been so bad, but instead my butt stayed planted and he had managed to topple me over to where I was completely inverted upside down. I knew the concrete driveway was right below and my puny arms were not going to break this fall quickly and with enough strength. So I basically closed my eyes and braced for impact. Impact never came. A split second later I realized no impact, and I opened my eyes to answer the burning question WHAT WAS GOING ON? To my utter amazement I found myself dangling by one leg.
Somehow my shoelace had managed to wrap itself around the unlocked door lock and suspend me in mid air. Even then I knew this wasn't possible so I did a mid-air sit up with one arm out to brace my fall still, and attempted to peer over the ledge and investigate. What I saw blew my mind.