Before you die, give thanks and apologize.
Give thanks to those teachers who inspired you
and believed in you, and taught you, anything.
Don't just think it. Do it.
If they are still alive, call them.
If you can't or will not call them,
write them a letter.
When I was 10 or 11, Officer Paul Claffey came to talk
to the young Boy Scouts in my home town.
He said "Be good, be careful and don't get into trouble.
You are young now, but as soon as you turn 16,
you will have a permanent, criminal record that will stay
with you for life"
I was arrested 2 months before my 16th birthday, on May 13, 1964
for Grand Theft Auto. It was not my first time.
I survived the juvenile detention center and solitary confinement
and went on to do well, marry, have great jobs, a great family,
and then I decided it was time to make the call...
I called Officer Paul Claffey. His wife answered and said he had retired.
I asked to speak with him.
We talked. I said "Thank you for trying to help us kids and thank you
for helping me. I am sorry for the trouble I caused in town. I am doing
fine now and I wanted to call and say thank you.
He thanked me for calling and we said goodbye.
I could not have done that if I waited too long
to call and was told that he was dead.
Monday, November 19, 2012
The Red Line to Ashmont
There
was a time
When
I saw the ring
That
attracted me
To
much bigger things.
It
may have been
A building tall
With
corporate names
On
marble walls,
Or
a bigger ship
In
port that day
One that would take me
Far,
far away.
I
grabbed that ring
And
held it tight
I
rode that train
Through
darkest night
I
wore the clothes
I
walked the walk
I
took the money
And
I talked the talk.
Now
years later
I
see I was blind
To
better things
And
simpler times
I
needed it then
I
do not now
But
there was a time
When
I would not bow.
I
am a better man
Though
I rationalize
I
believe in myself
And
that’s the surprise.
The
ego’s gone
The
man remains
A
better man
With
growing pains
But
still…at night
While
I ride the “T”
I
think of that time
When
I was him, not me.
Then
I remember…
There
was a time.
F.Thomas Crowley, Jr.
11/14/2012
On the Red
Line to Ashmont
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Poetry Month_April, 2012
April, 2012
Poetry Month - Write A Poem a Day! - Keep a Poem in Your Pocket!
Gak in Pain - Medications: Oxycodone, Gabbapenten, Lorazepam
The results?
Sunday, 4/1/12
Young man's dream
Made real as a man
No doubts, no fear
Spring forward!
Monday, 4/2/12
Pain can kill
Dreams die young
Forced smiles
A grimace covered.
Tuesday, 4/3/12
Share a Life
Make it longer
Alone we wither
Avoiding others.
That was all I did. Pain injection on 4/25/2012, second on 5/9/12
FTC
Friday, February 17, 2012
Proud Black Woman
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Penn State's Shame_Joe Paterno's Blame
No one who was involved with even ONE incident like these should escape responsibility. I don’t care who he is. This is disgusting and an outrage. I hope that when Sandusky gets to prison he is welcomed appropriately... If Joe Paterno knew anything, at any time, he should have reported it to the school, the police, and fired Sandusky on the spot. This may be a sad end to Joe Paterno’s career, but just imagine how bad it will be if the media finds that 10 year old boy who was in the shower. There is no comparison. Joe must go.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Big Red's Gift
Big Red's Gift
We have been given a strange and wonderful gift.
A gift we have cherished privately and even jealously.
The gift of being with your father for the last few months of his life,
Both good and bad,
I would never have wanted it any other way.
I would never have wanted to miss a single second of contact with him.
I am glad we were the last people he saw and heard on this earth.
It was truly a gift from God.
Tom
10/5/11
Monday, September 12, 2011
What do we do now?
I hope we do not think that Al Qaeda cares about the date 9-11 like we care about birthdays and anniversaries. Our media has done this to us. We must remain ever vigilant regardless of the date!
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