Stories & Stuff - Macdonald, John

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Résumé :
We exist in an ever-changing world. One in which tomorrow is not a given thing. Our choices are prolific. I look around and see the excavation of history and the expanding field of space exploration but at the same time a diminishing protective shield that surrounds our planet due to an increase in temperature from chemical diffusion in the atmosphere. The pollution of our natural water sources combined with the overwhelming harvest of the seas can only mean less food and poorer water for us all. Added to this would be man&rsquo...

Biographie:
My name is John H. MacDonald. I was born on base at Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas which would tell you I am an army brat. My father served his twenty years, finishing as a pharmacist. We traveled on average every two to three years. I began my education in a school in Stuttgart, Germany. While stationed there, we saw Switzerland, its incredible mountains and even got stranded by a snowstorm. We traveled there by ship and on the way I saw whales and dolphins, and I didn't want to disembark.

Our next assignment brought us back to the states and a continuous journey back and forth, state to state, north and south, east and west. We spent some time in Massachusetts where I got to see Ted Williams play in Boston. I have witnessed the fog in San Diego and the Golden Gate in San Francisco. After my father passed, my mother found her way to Seattle, Washington where I visited her on Commano Island. We became familiar with Old bloody Hi-way 66 on more than one occasion. We visited my grandfather in New Orleans before he passed and was buried there.

A lot of towns, a lot of divergent people, their habits and speech patterns became customary for me and my sister. A lot of encounters, some peaceful and some were not. I learned how to defend myself with my fists and later on through my martial arts training. A life of leisure it has never been. A life filled with excitement? Oh yes, all the time, everywhere and every day. Regrets? Well of course. There is always something left unsaid or undone. You never really finish anything until it's much too late, a memory unfulfilled, a face, or a smile from the past, and yet a part of your living soul. I am not a perfect man, just another traveler on the road to tomorrow.

Sommaire:
s culpability for self-destruction, anywhere from theft, murder, racial differences, religious tensions, territorial debates, terrorist debacles, alcohol and drug abuse, and the list goes on and on. What we seem to be missing is the main ingredient, the one most spectacular gift we have been given, and that is life itself. As our planet revolves, another dawn approaches, which offers another chance to see a glorious sunrise or perhaps to feel a drop of rain or hear a bolt of thunder as lightening splits the air we breathe. The living force of mother nature shakes hands with humanity, and all is well for the moment, and that is all we have. I choose to live while I can. I want to see another sunrise and take a midnight stroll under the moon. I want to make another friend, to shake his hand, to muddle through the sea of modern politics. But most of all, I want the opportunity to cast my vote for life. How about you?...