So You Think You Have Commuting Headaches

Ask anyone in N.Y. about their morning or afternoon commute and you will get a long list of complaints. We New Yorkers complain just about everything. It’s too cold. It’s too hot. It’s too expensive. It’s too cheap. It’s too freaking crowded. It’s too wet. It’s too dry. It’s too this or it’s too that. Well, I can only tell you that there are many people with far less means than ours and enjoying their lives. It’s not how much you have it’s what you do with what you have. Take a look at this picture and tell me if these people are not having fun. Just imagine yourself fully dressed and jumping on one of these wagons to get to work. No room to read your newspaper, drink your coffee or talk on the phone. Better hold on to something or your ass could land flat on the street after a sharp turn. I think it’s time to slow down on the complaining, and appreciate that which we so carelessly take for granted.

© Daniell Fedron November 26, 2008

Wasted Parking Space

Wasted Parking Space

Would you pay money to drive something like this around? I know I wouldn’t. Then again like the saying goes, “Only in America.” Imagine coming home late at night and finding this clunker occupying one of the difficult to find parking spaces available on the block. There is no need to tell me what is going through your mind. I understand and feel that your wish of casting this piece of junk into the burning flames of a volcano should have been granted by your Fairy God Mother the second the thought entered your mind. On the other hand, let’s give a round of applause to the owner for displaying the highest state of frugality in New York City, for his individualism, and for showing us that love can go beyond all boundaries.

© Daniell Fedron, August 5, 2008.

Photo by Daniell Fedron

Long Island (N.Y.) Fishing
After weeks of extensive planning and research we decided to head to Long Island on a fishing trip. The trip itself was very tiring mostly because we hit bumper to bumper traffic on every major highway we drove on. It was hot like hell. That much I can say about the 90 plus degrees temperature that day. Normally, it would have taken us a bit over an hour to reach our destination, but the traffic was so horrible that we ended driving for about two hours and forty-five minutes. Nonetheless, it was worth our while. It was fun and relaxing to be on the boat attempting to reel in the big catch. Fishing is not that bad after all and is an activity to be enjoyed by everyone young and old. Good luck to you all…

Some simple things to remember if you are going fishing:

1) Do all your Google mapping in advance. Find out the address of the place you are going to and the Boat you intend to board.
2) Call the Boat Company to verify the hour of departure, price, and address.
3) Always leave your house with ample time. Driving fast is too risky. You will be stopped by New York Finest and ticketed if you are lucky.
4)Pack some food. Sometimes, is hard to find food. Well, let’s say that it will cost you more than you anticipated, if you don’t buy your food in advance.
5) Good luck and I hope you catch something big. A final note, always join the pool for the biggest catch. Hey! You never know. You could get lucky.

That Undesirable but Still Legendary Public Phone

I must admit, when it comes to the public phone kiosk most of us pass by it clueless about its use. Truth is we should be paying reverence to this majestic box and its imbedded invention. Contrary to the beliefs of those who insist that these kiosks are mainly used for advertising and are a sustainable cash cow for the City of New York, public phone booths have served their purpose and much more. For instance, if you were anywhere in Manhattan during 911, you would agree with what I am telling you now. Remember how most of the cell-phone networks were down? I was in Midtown, and I saw throngs of people lining up to use those public-phones. I mean long, long, long lines of people staring at their watches and nervously scrambling for loose change. The same thing happened during the NYC black-out of 2003 which I also happened to witness.
Bottom line is you should be aware of the ulterior uses of the public phones, even when you have observed unscrupulous individuals disrespectfully using them to drain their gall bladders or store mountains of debris. So what if companies pay the city millions to advertise on them. The city has to generate revenues from somewhere. Wouldn’t you agree? You should neither embarrass yourself by telling your friends that these phones belong in the Smithsonian Museum because they are antiquated nor should you believe that these booths ought to be taken down because they are breeding grounds for germs and diseases.

© Daniell Fedron April 27, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!

How many minutes or hours did your mother have to push before you came out busting through the birth canal? Loud screams and curses were pronounced to dissipate the ongoing pain. You were there wrapped in a towel in the end still humid from the blood bath you unwillingly had to take. Perhaps you weren’t even born in a hospital with all the modern tools and technology. Your head could still be shaped like an egg partly because you had to be forcefully evicted from her uterus by a midwife. Your mother or should I say our mothers are truly incredible beings. Just imagine carrying us for nine months and still carrying some of us through the ages always listening, advising, and other times understanding us like no other person on this planet.
We were born that day bringing with us a pile of concerns, but there were to be no reasons to worry for our mothers would be there to care and provide for us all that was necessary to keep us well and healthy. No matter what time of the day or night your nipple had to be ready or your bottle had to be warm. Maybe your diaper had to be changed or you had to be rushed to the hospital with an abnormal temperature. Heck! The black bags under your mother’s eye can today testify for all the pain and suffering many of us have put them through.
The pain a mother bares for her offspring can be everlasting or it can be easily appeased by hugs and kisses, words of encouragement, perhaps a two minute phone call or a fast visit. Mothers are all good, but we must remember that great mothers will always be rare. Angels from above that once fell to procreate the earth still move like robot and with love pollinate the air. We all know mothers are just beings made of a substance that won’t ever be worn down, and the gift they have given us is dignified of our awareness and our gratitude. Then why not give them the respect they deserve, drape them with kisses and show them we care? It’s far better to start now for there is nothing to do for them once they are gone. Remember, twenty thousand roses might not bring her as much happiness as seeing your face on her very special day…

©Daniell Fedron May 10, 2008

MEMORIES TRAPPED

Your eyes are shut, and you are caught in a web of thoughts as you attempt to remember the games you played as you were growing up. All the fun you had and those forbidden places you defiantly visited. The endless hours and perhaps the days of punishment you had to endure as a result of your grave disobedience. Time is held in suspension as you travel back – not to change or rearrange your experiences – but to revisit your childhood years. You sort through and browse quickly wanting to savor just how much you enjoyed those innocent moments. Perhaps reliving and playing again those exhausting games predestined to carefully and modestly mold your life. MEMORIES TRAPPED is a book that highlights different periods in our lives. It is the portrayal of how a group of youngsters deal with nature, friends, their parents, guardians, and a system of rules handed down to them in the raw. Their lost battles with over-intimidating enforcers, their convoluted emotions, and their victories.

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God Sends...The Angels Deliver

By Daniell Fedrón

While reading this book you will slowly but surely realize that Daniell Fedron is a writer whose sincere desire is to be honest and share The Truths he has discovered. Ideas flow and images are portrayed with an artist's palette of colors and skills of a poet. Words are lovingly chosen. Languange is challenged to yield spiritual treasures. Give this book a chance and it will reward you, perhaps more than you could dream or imagine.

Excerps From The Book

The negotiations for our passage into heaven could very much, one day, be dependent upon our individual ability to become better people---filled with compassion and respect for all living things, and the immaculate sense of responsibility to ensure the survival of all beings.

After all, God sent His only son (Jesus Christ) to bear the heaviest of all crosses for all of us. The important thing to remember is that we won’t suffer forever. There is peace up ahead. God will help us carry our crosses, and He will help us overcome our ailments.

That day you woke up with a big smile, for you knew that you were going to be fine. You sat back and let a sigh of relief. You looked up once more and said: “Thank you, God!” Then you sat back, fully relaxed. Peace came to your mind, and a great relief just penetrated your heart. It was not hard for you to realize that your prayers had, finally, been answered.

We must call for His help and keep Him in mind throughout the entire day and throughout the entire night, and soon we will see the results because there is no end to the wonders God can make and there is no limit to the miracles that He alone can perform.

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