The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Laughter to Raise Me Up Nico (left) and Christopher observing the land on our train ride.  September 26th, 2012 Man, I feel like I'm in a deeper hole than I have ever been in before. Things can't be good when the ground is at eye level and you are standing upright. It gets worse when you think you've hit rock bottom, only to discover that you have yet to make it there. It just kills your morale, ya know? You've only dug yourself further down beneath the rocks and gravel when you finally figured out that  "maybe you haven't gotten anywhere,"  well, that reality really sucks. Mentally, it kills you. It makes all the strides you've been making seem like a fallacy because you've been digging deeper down in that same hole the entire time. When you reach this level of lowness. You look for the lightheartedness of life that will lift up your spirits. But it can be difficult when the soil falls from the ground level and blin...

You are here: Home » Judging Where the Wind Blows September 24rh, 2012 The wind is fierce. It can cause total destruction as it relentlessly pushes down upon its victim without impunity.   To be caught in its down force can be devastating to everyone in its path. The wind shears wreak havoc as it blankets large swaths of area under its canvas.   I force my face into the gust of wind allowing the airstream to take my breath away in hopes it will pump new life into me. My lungs quickly fill up with nature’s oxygen stimulating my senses and arousing my life as it pours into my bloodstream reaching the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my toes. The air is refreshing to my soul.   I decided that if I can’t win in my fight against the wind then I will go with its flow and travel the path of least resistance. Sailing away in its embrace, as its swift winds push me off into the waters of tranquility. Where maybe I may find peace in its twisting horror o...

You are here: Home » Get Lost in Some Rock n' Roll September 19th, 2012 My sons love to dance. They dance without a care in the world. Grant their cookie request, boom, they begin to Rock n’ Roll. Tell them, “ We are going on a car drive.” They start to move and flow while they Scream and Shout . Let them know, “ will be on the boat” and they’ll start to Boogie Down . And the mere mention of Disney World well, they will definitely Groove Tonight . Their dance routine starts the same. They shimmy their shoulders, alternating them individually forward and back. Both boys shift their hips in unison to keep up with their free wheeling shoulders. They bounce their knees as if their knees were on springs, bouncing all about without lifting their feet in the air. But then slowly lifting the back of their heals as they rise from the ground, until they reached the tips of their toes, then slowly go back down. There is no music to go along with their dance. No Electric...

You are here: Home » Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Sign September 17th, 2012 I sit behind the tempered glass window of my car, staring out into the world and over at the man on the corner. He’s holding a sign with thick black lettering drawn, begging for help. I don’t help him, and I don’t look away. I don’t give him the dignity of being human by not acknowledging this man needs help. I just sit in the safety of my car while the air conditioner blows and gawk at him, relieved that that isn’t me. He is a man. Made from the image of God, he stands before me with little fanfare from those of us sitting around him. He is someone’s father, brother, uncle, and friend. And yet I do not lift a finger to help him. I sit here, protected behind my tinted film attached to the very glass that acts as a force field shielding my pity but none for him. The pity I hold for myself, for hoping he’ll go away. I pray that he’ll somehow find his direction in life because when I drive o...

You are here: Home » Touchdown, Your Story   James always wanted to score a touchdown in a big game. He used the Design Your Story Submission Form section and told me he wanted an adrenaline rush and some excitement. He let me run with it (literally).  I h ope you enjoy James and thanks for your submission. It keeps me busy and I love connecting with my readers and subscribers!  September 13th, 2012 Make that push right through the line. Feel the energy as you move powerfully through the large lineman standing in- between you and your field of vision. The quarterback pounds the football in your chest but you cant hear the pop of the ball because of the large bodies moving about you as they are slammed full speed with other men that want to kill you all because of the pig skin you hold in your hands. You search for a hint of daylight cascading through pockets of legs that may guide you to the promise land as you bounce around avoi...

You are here: Home » Business as Usual September 12th, 2012 I can feel it, but it doesn't feel good. It's a lump in my throat, not my Adams Apple. I've felt it all day, resting there as if it were in hibernation, waiting to be woken by my subconscious. That has been nagging at my mind all day, reminding me it's there. It's right above my collarbone and just below my neckline. I tried to ignore it, but my stomach didn't sit right. And it signals my brain to pay attention to the knot in my throat. But I do not need the reminder. Eventually, I will have to address this pressing feeling that is exerting itself on my body. I am all about adventure, but I am not looking forward to the adventure I will travel on in the next few minutes.  "Come on, Chris, just ignore it. Your stomach will settle, and the weight resting on the bottom of your throat will disappear,"  I try telling myself. A little motivation can go a long way. But at this point, I'...

You are here: Home » Happy Birthday September 10th, 2012 Before you were born the anxiety ran across your parents face. Unsure if you were okay, they would not be happy until they had you in hand. Everything was already in place before your arrival into a new world that you have yet to discover. Much like Christopher Columbus, in his quest to discover lands beyond his own, you were about to embark on your own journey of discovery. A trip you’ll never remember. But a journey your parents will never forget because they could not wait for you, as their anticipation grew with each passing day. Your name rolled off their tongue as if they knew you would always exist beyond their own dreams. Your entire future was seen before their eyes. Before you were even conceived your parents laid out your long road towards your success. But more so you lived in their dreams night after night while God made you into what you are today. Shielded by a wall of skin and internal fluid your parents co...