Whenever I see the slogan “Let’s Make America Great Again”, I am reminded of my body’s physical changes as I have aged. More specifically, I recall the changes I had to make to remain an effective basketball player. Let me explain what my bodily deterioration and a political slogan have in common.
The question of forgiveness has been around me a lot. Perhaps this past Father’s Day made me recall the thorny relationship I shared with my father and mother. A week earlier, as I was cycling in Spain, I had plenty of time to reflect on the topic.
Having just spent ten days in Portugal and Spain riding 300 miles on a bicycle, I got a lot of time to reflect on my ongoing aging process (not to mention a very sore butt). I never realized before how much I feared growing old. As I reflect on my life, I can see how this anxiety progressed in my conscious mind like a slow rot poisoning my disposition with every passing year. This became particularly true when the thoughts of dying destitute and alone surfaced soon after my divorce from the person I believed I would spend the rest of my life with. I am not the only person experiencing this, for many single people over fifty obsess about their impending end. As the baby boomers generation ages, this fear is apparent in an American saying that is growing in popularity, “as we get old, we look to marry a nurse or a purse.”
Ever since Donald Trump surprised the world by becoming President of the United States, there have been many articles comparing the current American political atmosphere with the one in Orwell’s classic novel “1984”. The recent budget submission by the Trump administration, along with the passage of the AHCA bill to repeal and replace Obamacare, reminded me of another Orwell novel, Animal Farm.
Although one might say that my life has been a long series of encountering and then persevering though many difficult stages, nothing has been more perplexing to me than the issues surrounding love and relationships. At age sixty-five, I found this trial to be more mystifying than ever, especially because of the need to rely on online sites to meet a possible mate.
This week I am using my blog as a warmup to my new book, Catch and Release, Part I – Adventures in Love, Dating and Self-Discovery During the Latest Stages of Life. I am sure you will enjoy reading this story although I never planned on writing such a follow up to my memoirs, Boxing for Cuba.
With all the BS Proposals to Fix Immigration Reform, How About Resurrecting A Solution That Would Actually Work, Senate Bill 744?
I am sure it does not surprise you when I say Hispanics were feeling differently about the Cinco de Mayo celebrations that just passed, for it is hard to see a positive outcome for immigration reform between the building of a border wall and the new threats about withholding funds for “sanctuary cities”.
Over two years ago I was coming to terms with the ending of a long-term marriage as well as the conclusion of my formal career. The abrupt removal of these props that I used to hold up my self-image marked a time of deep confusion and identity loss. It was not until the recent months that I embraced the new beginning that is now possible in my life.
I just finished reading an article about how iguanas are spreading into South Florida like a scourge. Apparently, they have outgrown the population...
As we have all witnessed throughout our lifetimes humans segregate, separate, look down upon, differentiate and discriminate against others that are different. This tendency is ego driven and it provides us with a way to feel superior and more blessed than those we look down upon.
Much has been said and written about the negative effect of undocumented (or illegal, the moniker some like to use) immigrants on our nation’s economy, social security system, health care, security and so on. Much of it is false hyperbole used to generate fear among us and stop logical discussion. These are some actual facts to help clarify some of the biggest myths out there.
With all of the debate in our country about immigration reform, I am providing a practical summary of the reasons why we need new legislation to help solve this problem. Many solutions have been suggested, like building a wall, but these are inherently rendered useless if the approach to solving this problem is not more comprehensive.
I wanted to have a little fun and play a part in the long suffering tradition of spreading bad jokes and hoaxes that are part April 1st every year. I have included a very amateruish home video of myself “honoring” the life long and devoted effort that so many people among us dedicate towards perfecting a skill or talent.
”Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!” These immortal words, spoken on June 12, 1987 by President Ronald Reagan, forewarned the end of the Cold War. Two years later, the Berlin Wall was disassembled, along with Communism in Eastern Europe. After 26 years, the toll was 160 dead, 120 injured and over 3200 people imprisoned trying to cross over from East to West Germany. This victory of U.S. foreign policy marked the beginning of a euphoric time, as it promised to every human being around the globe “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”.
Grudges between coworkers exist in the workplace. This unfortunate happenstance can determine the quality of the work environment in any organization. If leaders project an atmosphere of punishment for errors, they will foster an air of bad feelings and finger pointing among their employees. If they put stock in the value of every employee’s contribution and use mistakes as important lessons to improve, they will succeed in creating an environment where every person has a chance to do their very best.
Have you stopped to wonder just what the f— happened to our country? How did things get this out of whack? When did we get here? Why did we loose our sense of a republic, our pride of being the world’s beacon for democracy? When did we start believing that our neighbors who disagree with us are not American? What caused us to think that it is ok for a state to secede from the union? When did we start designating Christians as the only true Americans? Why did we start believing that immigrants are rapists, murderers and terrorists? What are the reasons behind allowing our elected representatives to openly work against our president and our government with no repercussions for their actions? How did it become acceptable for a foreign power to interfere with the way we select our leaders? I could go on and on, but I know you are asking yourselves similar questions.
So You Are Thinking About Immigrating to the United States? Here is a Checklist to Consider Before Making Your Decision
For reasons beyond your control, you happen to find yourself pressured to make a decision that will impact you and your family forever. If this is your case, you are probably living in a country where one or all of the following three scenarios are part of your reality.
Throughout the course of my life I have been surrounded by leaders who inspired me to use my gifts and energy towards creating a greater good. My experiences have also exposed me to others who have not cut the mustard. In both cases, I have learned great lessons about the kind of leadership that creates and nourishes the efforts of those around them. Leaders that asphyxiate, paralyze and extinguish the creative effort of the people they represent or manage have also schooled me. Today I chose to write about this other class of leaders because their lessons are so important.
Because February is well know for it’s connection to lovers, I wanted to dedicate my writing efforts to the subject of dating and finding love at any age.
Let’s be honest here, although I don’t want to appear too cynical, the fact is that Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark invented occasion to celebrate romantic love and to bring business to flower arrangers, candy stores, jewelers and stationary/greeting card shops.
I tossed and turned most of last night tormented by the dark atmosphere that seems to be overtaking our country. I feel anger, fear, disappointment and dread. I also seem to be spending a large amount of my waking hours fighting back the urge to live in the imaginary confines of my hopelessness.
Now that President Trump has officially taken his oath of office, there are many who are hopeful he will follow through on his promise to build the “Wall” on our southern border. Sadly, other than this particular strategy, you don’t hear much more about immigration reform these days.
In the spring of 1994, my father disowned me. My crime was that I went to work for Colorado’s Democratic Governor Roy Romer after he had chosen me as his chief of the Colorado Department of Transportation. This political divide between my father and I is emblematic of what is happening to a much larger scale within our country.
No matter how you perceive the results of this last presidential election, one thing is certain; President Elect Trump’s ascension to power will bring about a monumental change to our United States and probably the world.
The quirky thing about change, whether one considers the nature of what catalyzed it to be good or bad, is that it can become the source of immense stress. I call this phenomenon the “What do we do now syndrome”.
I always get a bit melancholic as I notch the passing of another year on my life belt. I remember as a young boy how long and tedious our planet’s orbiting around the sun for three hundred and sixty five consecutive days could seem. Now, the years whisk by me like a cool summer’s breeze.
With Christmas Day fast approaching, I am reminded of the paradox that holidays can be in our lives, especially for those of us who have lived with a complex relationship with our parents. On the one hand, these are the times we share with our families to celebrate the love and gratitude we hold for one another. On the other hand, these are the very occasions that revive the hidden pains of growing up in a difficult environment and so we dread the holidays because of the angst we feel towards the very people we hold responsible for our suffering. For this reason, I wanted to write about how I managed to find forgiveness for my parents and, in so doing, become a happier person
By way of introduction, my name is Guillermo Vicente Vidal. There are many titles I have been given which identify my life. I am a youngest son, rebellious teenager, athlete, boyfriend, college graduate, husband, father, stepfather, divorcee, civil engineer, unemployed, government bureaucrat, executive director, political appointee, manager of public works, deputy mayor, mayor, CEO, and now, of course, old man. Yet, the title I most identify with is that of Cuban immigrant.