The First Ascent of Mt Everest

You may have noticed that today was the anniversary of the first ascent of Mount Everest.  It caught my eye when I hit the google homepage and got me thinking.  Mankind has made many advances over the last 100 years – we’ve invented cars, airplanes, computers, and television.  These are wonderful inventions and improve our lives – on a daily basis, but there is something life-changing about a personal feat like climbing Mount Everest that is very different than inventing a new device.  As I think about my own life, I consider some of the moments in my life that have made a real impact (my personal Everest moments):

The day I got saved: I don’t know that date and I’m not even sure how old I was, but it was after a church service one night.  I was sitting in the back of the Ford Taurus on the passenger side, looking up at the moon and stars, playing with the nylon hairs where the door handle goes into the door panel.  I sat there in prayer – not the formal “Our Father” type of prayer – the simple child’s conversational prayer when I thought, ‘LORD, I know you are real, I know you gave your son for my sins, but I don’t know if I have ever asked you into my heart – so, just in case I haven’t – please save me and come into my heart’.  I still talk to God this way and my life would be entirely different had it not been for that night, in the back of a Ford Taurus.

The day I decided to go to Bible College: It was raining and I was stuck at the house without a lot to do.  I was bored with what was on television and had already seen the movies (VHS) that we owned but I had not yet watched the WHBC promotional video that my pastor’s wife had given me several days (maybe weeks) before.  I put it in and hit play.  I had never watched a Breakthrough broadcast before, I had never been to World Harvest Church before, and I had no interest in Pastor Rod Parsley either.  I had seen him on Christian Television before, but nothing that made me feel that I should look at his school or church – besides, WHC was located in Columbus, Ohio – and I wasn’t interested in Ohio.  A few minutes into the video and I felt a deep-in-my-soul drawing to WHBC.  I didn’t know then that my future career in IT would begin there or that I would meet my wife there.

The day I left home:It’s an 8 hour drive from my parents house in Stanley, NC to my new dorm room in Columbus OH, it took me over 12.  I packed a couple of suitcases, some towels, a pillow, and a few blankets.  Not to be sent out on my own, my mother drove her white van with the front plate that read “Prayer changes things” right behind me the whole way.  I drove my 1968 VW tan colored bug named Biscuit.  The first delay was when my rear passenger side tire started making some sort of noise.  We pulled over in Virginia and found a parking lot where I could try to determine what the issue was.  A lug nut post had come lose from the threading and was actually working its way into the brake drum.  The next big delay was when the car overheated in Ohio about an hour and a half from our destination.  I was able to safely park it in a McDonald’s parking lot, move my things to my mom’s van and we went on without my bug.  When we finally arrived, it was dark, the day had been much longer than expected, we were all tired, and I noticed the blue lit WHC sign that my mother called soothing was only half lit.  I never moved back into my parents home and I never moved back to NC.

The Day I got Stephanie’s phone number: It was a Sunday.  I had known Stephanie for a couple of years and I had already graduated from Bible College.  I had a lunch date planned with a friend of mine – an old girlfriend to be honest.  But then, Stephanie found me in the foyer of the church.  She was excited to see me since we hadn’t seen each other in a while.  We had been close friends the first year of Bible college, but never romantic in the least.  After a little bit of small talk, she wrote her number on my hand.  I met my old girlfriend in the parking lot and told her about my Stephanie-reunion.  I even asked her to write down Stephanie’s number for me so I wouldn’t lose it when it came off my hand.  I think that was rude of me since I was having the girl I used to date and was on a current lunch date (albeit just as friends) write down another girl’s number for me, but had things gone differently that day – I might not be where I am today.

I could go on, but its late and I think I’m going to save them for a second post… until then…


Singing in the Rain – part 2

So if  you read my first Singing in the Rain post, then you know I have been dealing with my old mortgage company in Ohio, my landlord in AZ, and the tax man from washington – ok, I don’t know where the tax man lives – can it could be a woman for all I know – regardless, I’ve been dealing with all three.  Well, I wanted to give an update.

I sold the condo in Ohio – it was a short sell and I did blog about it in a post called “Sold!”.  If you don’t know – a short sell is when you sell a property for less than you own and the mortgage company takes the loses.  Its bad for your credit, but not as bad as a foreclosure.  That is done – and I’m finally rid of it!

My landlord situation was simply that my landlord was selling the home and asked that I either allow strangers to come through the home on 24 hours notice to look at it while it was on the market and to be prepared to move out within 30 days of a sell.  My second choice was to move out.  I choose option number two.  We found a new place – its very nice, but more expensive.  I will post pictures after we get unpacked – we moved this past weekend (which should be a seperate blog entry, but I don’t know if I will get one up or not…)

And last, the tax man.  I’m not done with this one yet (or should I say, they aren’t done with me yet?).  Anyway, I called the IRS and simply told them I needed more time to gather the information they are asking for because I was in the middle of a move.  They gave me a 30 day extention.  I’m still not sure if I will end up paying the $5k they say I owe – I personally feel very strongly that they are wrong and I hope I can prove it.

Until next time…

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Singing in the rain

Its cliche’ but when it rains it pours! This last week was a very difficult one for me and my family. And it seems we have some tough road

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ahead of us still. A friend I met in a long line (I’ll explain in another post – so check back) once told me a story about life that I think might fit here – I’ll give you a short version:

A man once had a horse that escaped and ran away. His neighbors said to him, “We are sorry about your bad luck” – to which he replied, “Good Luck, Bad Luck, whose to say?”

A week later, his horse returned and brought with it several wild horses as well. His neighbors said to him, “Congratulations on your good fortune!” – to which he replied, “Good Luck, Bad Luck, whose to say?”

Later that month his teenage son was breaking in one of the wild horses and was thrown to the ground and broke his leg. His neighbors said to him, “We are sorry about your son’s misfortune” – to which he replied, “Good Luck, Bad Luck, whose to say?”

A week later all the towns sons were drafted for war, many of them died in battle, but the man’s son was unable to go because of his broken leg. The moral of the story is (with my Christain spin) No weapon formed against you shall prosper and that which the enemy meant for your harm will turn into blessing…

If that idea holds true, I’m in for a lot of blessing! So what happened? Well, the week started with my mortgage company sending me a form letter telling me that they cannot talk to my realitor about a pending shortsell contract because the authorization letter I sent them (containing all of the correct information) wasn’t on their letterhead! That contract could fall through because of the delays.

Then I get the letter from the IRS – yes, I’m being audited! Actually, they already did an audit and are telling me that I owe them thousands of dollars! I disagree so I have to pull up documents from two years ago to show my net worth before and after I moved to Arizonia. That should be fun.

Now the real problem – My landlord had his realitor call me to say my lease was up (I thought we had another month). She asks if we were planning to renew the lease, which we were. Then she tells me that’s not an option, because my landlord is selling the house. I only have two options, go month to month while its on the market, allowing strangers to walk through my home any given day; Or get out in 30 days.

Remember the paragraph above regarding a ‘short sell’? Yeah, we lost our tenant several months ago in Ohio and we haven’t made a mortgage payment since – so my credit score is in the basement, and now I’m going to have to explain that to total strangers for the next month or two while we apply for a place to live.

Well, since its raining, I might was well start singing (I’m not implying that I have any ability to sing well, just that I am able to sing albeit poorly). I’m not one to believe in luck, as I see it, ‘the steps of a righteous man are ordered of the LORD’ so forgive the quote when I say, “Good Luck, Bad Luck, whose to say?”

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