The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Red, White and Blue July 6th, 2012 I stand Among the crowds to try to get a glimpse of the fireworks. I do not understand why everyone is on top of me. The fireworks go up, so you only have to lift your head. But then I understand, as I stand among the hoards of people, just like me, they're just trying to see the lights that will brighten the sky, our moment to be a kid again. I stand elbow to elbow with these folks, listening to their conversations and antidotes. In a time of great despair, people are optimistic. Just like me, they are just trying to find their place in a time that seems harder than years ago. I hear their fears of hardships and talk of plenty of good times, vacations, and dreams. Their voices get caught up in what little air stream gives us relief from the body heat we are producing in our closeness. Their voices are carried off as their thoughts fade away, absorbed by nearby trees. It's nice to know there are people out there ju...

You are here: Home » Anatomy of a Loss July 5, 2012 When you lose someone that you love and that you depend on, it feels like everything around you has just crashed and burned. It doesn't matter what is happening in the world because yours just got charred beyond recognition. You are forced to reprogram everything about you. Who you are. What your path in life was. The goals you had planned. Everything before the death of a loved one is scraped.  Your mind wanders about aimlessness, and you just go over your mind time and time again about how you will be able to do it. Where do you go from here? You are afraid and bewildered because you are unsure what to do and who to turn to. You find that you question God and yourself and examine everything about your life.  The doubts set in about yourself, and you want to return to the day before so badly just to reassure yourself that everything ...

You are here: Home » Dare to Dream July 3rd, 2012   I'm in my fishbowl of life, gawking at the shadowy faces examining me through the glass encasement. The tapping on the tempered glass sends vibrations through the water, magnifying its big  "bang,"  causing me to run around my bowl seeking shelter. There is nowhere to hide; there is more glass everywhere I turn. All four sides surround me. I take refuge in the center of my tank, hoping the sound will dissipate before it reaches me but to no avail. The shock waves are being sent through the fluid, moving me from side to side. I'm not the big fish in my solitude. Bigger fish are out there waiting to take advantage of the weaker ones like me. But I do my best to overcome adversity and get back to doing what I can to survive despite those predators. Like everyone else, I want to get by and live a happy life. Forgoing any hardship and pain that one encounters in a lifetime. To feel brand new again.  I have learne...

You are here: Home » There's Always Time: No News is Bad News July 2nd, 2012     *To read entire series click here I wanted to tell this story because it was a pivotal loss we had between losing the twins and the birth of our oldest son, Nico. It was a trying time for her and I. That stretch of time tested everything our relationship was about and everything it was going to be. We were desperate to heal ourselves and try to replace the loss we suffered on that terrible October morning in 2006 when we suffered a double loss of twins the morning we were scheduled to give birth. Mimie was very strong but strength can only last so long.   I struggled with documenting what Mimie wrote in her private journal between privacy and the need to know, but I felt deep down that people should know her struggles, espeically women. Women should know that they aren't alone with their difficulties trying to concieve and that a lot of women, a...

You are here: Home » It's a Beautiful Day July 1st, 2012 Life moves around me as I stare at my kids playing among the other children in the water park. It's life in full effect. The little boys and girls play without a care or worry in this world. God, I miss feeling that way. It's innocence at its best. At my age, all I can do is think back at my childhood life and fondly remember when things were this easy. When the only worry I had was trying to stay out of summer school. But today, for these children, there isn't care in this world. The sun is beating down on us relentlessly in this open playground. I'm only brought back to reality when the cool water splashes along my ankles from the water cannons that are mounted nearby. The coolness shocks my internal system as the water quenches my sun-dried skin,  sending tingles up  my leg. I revert my attention to the playing children  that are  having a blast, and being kids, I  seek out my  own,  on ...