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Name: anthony
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Canton
Birthday: 10/7/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: church, soccer, sports, theater, music, TV on DVD
Expertise: Coaching soccer, CFA, teaching
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Other
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AIM:  Tiggerbr
Member Since:
1/10/2006
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| You know, I'm that guy who has had some of the absolute most bizare things happen to him. I'm the guy who other people think of when asked, you know that person in your life who seems to just have the worst luck imaginable. Well, here is another notch for my headboard, so to speak.
Lets recall a post a couple of posts ago when my truck caught on fire. That was fun.
It went into the shop, and they fixed it for considerably cheaper than I expected. Before we get really excited here, realize that they did not have permission to fix my truck. They only had permission to give me an estimate. Anyhow, I get a phone call telling me that my truck is fixed. And for just 165 dollars. I mean it caught on fire. That seemed more than reasonable to me.
So, I go to pick good ole Louix V up. I pay for the damage. The guy can't find my keys. and says he thinks they are in the truck. I thank him, shake his hand and walk out. I get to my truck, and its locked. I look inside and can't see my keys sitting anywhere, so I figure maybe they are in the console. My back window has been broke for a while now, so I step into the bed of my truck so that I can reach through my window and into the console to retrieve my keys.
Well, wouldn't ya know it, my car starts up. Its in reverse, so it starts moving backwards and rolls over a curb. I jump out, and hold it in place while my friend Dan looks by in astonishment. I say, "Can I get some help here?", He says, "I don't know what to do." I wave my hand toward the mechanics, and say, "See if they know what to do." Keep in mind, the car is locked, no keys in it, and it started, and now sounds like your car dces in the middle of winter when the engine won't turn over, but it just keeps on trying.
By the time the kid mechanics (I say kid because the two guys that were there couldn't have been more than 20) get there the car has caught fire again, and the engine finally quits. Oh yeah, it was rolling backward into the street where I was standing, and a white van drove by a few feet from me just as I jumped out of the truck and stopped its momentum.
As the one kid mechanic goes to look for my keys again, I ask the other kid what the Hell happened. He said "I don't know, I've only been working on cars for a year. I'm still a rookie." Take a second and let that sink in. The other kid finally gets back and asks me if my keys could be under any different name. My answer, "um, no." He tries a few keys before finally finding the correct one. He gets in and tries to start ole Louix V up. Louix V is dead. They kid figures the starter is now fried. Also... he caught fire again.
I like to think of myself as somewhat creative, but seriously could anyone have actually made this story up? | | |
| So, it turns out I am now a graduate assistant with the mens soccer team at Malone. It is absolutely thrilling and exciting. I am also going to get my masters in school counseling which should prove quite useful in whatever ventures I stumble upon in future years. woooohooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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| Its amazing really. I believe in Karma to such a tiny degree, that Im not even sure if I spelled the word correctly. That notwithstanding... Id like to tell you about my day yesterday. It involves, friends, gambling, work, board games, and fire.
8 am - I trod into work saddened at the prospect of being at work at 8 am after a relatively long week with sick bosses, and new registers and dare I say responsibility.
9 am - the day is going smoothly, everything is running like clockwork at the store as I head out to the bank to make sure we have enough change for the day.
9:30 am - the firetruck pulls up to my recently extringuished Ford Ranger. No one knows exactly why my truck caught fire, but it did. Then, it went out. It still would start if the fireman hadnt cut the lines to my battery, so I do not believe the engine blew or anything, but regardless... FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of the workday - I am so used to unbelievable things happening to me that this latest setback dosnt even phase me. I have a good solid smooth day at work to cap off a very unsmooth week. My parents are on vacation, so they allow me to boorrow a vehicle for a coupe lweeks while I figure out what to do, and my wonderful friends pick me up for work to head out to their house in Akron for a planned get together for the evening.
7 pm - I take a nap. Im just to darn tired to learn a new board game without sleep.
10 pm - everyone finishes up with the game as I rouse from slumber to find us playing poker.
1 am - I win 30 bucks in poker, and Toph hands me 30 bucks that I won in the World Baseball Classic pool a couple of months ago. Thank you Japan.
3:30 am - We finish up a game of Settlers of Catan that I am also victorious in.
To wrap up. My car catches on fire. I have great friends and great family members.I win 60 dollars gambling, and a board game. I think it all balances out.
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| Frisbee Golf has become somewhat of a passion of our friends in the past couple of years. It is always a pleasure to help pass along this passion to other friends who may not have experienced the wonder that is throwing a frisbee the length of a futbol field.
I recently had just this type of a chance. Jake, Adam, and myself tackled the long quest that is the Canton frisbee golf course. For those of you who don't know, you may be surprised to find out that there are many frisbee golf courses in Northeast Ohio. Canton, Massilon, Hudson, Medina, Ashtabula, Champion, Louisville, Malvern... and those are just the ones that we know about. Anywhoo, Adam, Jake and I embarded on the Canton course.
We all scored an eight. Adam and Jake were eight over, and I was eight under. The both of them had a grand time. Especially through the water holes. I think Jake felt a little bad that he had thrown two of my discs into water on consecutive holes, and that we had to spend fifteen minutes or so making waves on the pond in order to push the disc to the side so that we could retrieve it. Some of you may be wondering how this would work. Well, iwth the wonder that is modern technology they have discs called Dragons, and Hydras that float on water. They are a beautiful thing, and will save a disc golfer many a heartache at losing discs to the bottom of a body of water. It was a heck of a time and perfect cool weather as it had finished up raining a couple hours before we went in the evening. Also, I believe that Jake felt better when we returned to a water hole at the end of the course, and I threw my disc in. I will say that I did this to make Jake feel better, but the truth is that I just screwed up somethin fierce. My disc always turns left. I really cannot for the life of me figure out why, or how it turned right on this particular hole. Anyhow, we spent another ten minutes or so fishing out my disc, which I believe did make Jake feel better, but that was just the result, not the reason I threw into the water.
Both Adam and Jake heartily agreed that anohter rousing round of frisbee golf would be in order. I believe I have won over a couple more to the cause. One day we will have enough to break away from England. Despite their obvious superiority in technology, warfair tactics, supplies and the like.
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| My future is standing right in front of me, and yet I know about as much right now about what I'll be doing three months from now as I have at any point in the last three years.
One possibility is travelling around America doing what are called Grand Openings for Chic Fil A. That would be financially sweet and a barellful of fun. Getting the chance to teach people the ins and outs of Chic Fil A, and be one of the first to help the newcomers to understand what the Chic Fil A environment is supposed to be about would be a good time to be sure.
Another possibility is that I will be at Malone College getting my masters while being what is called a graduate assistant soccer coach. This would pay for a masters degree, but more importantly provide the best foot in the door to a career coaching soccer that one could hope for. I just can't fathom wanting anything more. I'd actually be on the path to living out the dreams I've had since I was old enough to realize that I wasn't good enough to be a professional player.
Something else that has come across my plate is something else I've talked about since high school. My friend Mike Hileman and I have talked about planting a church together since we were in church camp together. Truth be told, I always knew that we would do it, and just recently I got a call from Mike while he was golfing asking me to join him in planting a church right here in Jackson Ohio. I of course said yes, but let him know that I wasn't sure what my life was going to hold in the coming years.
In any case I'm starting to get the itch to begin doing ministry again. My first preference would be to work with short term missions and ministry building things. Not that I'm much of a carpenter or anything, but I really want to lead youth in missions and I feel that it is very important to actually do something tangible in short term missions as opposed to talking with people and sightseeing which is what a lot of short term missions seem to do. There is a place for evangelism in this world of course, but not everyone involved in ministry is an evangelist. Besides, when you are building a church or a house for people to worship God in, there are plenty of opportunities to talk to people about Christ all the while making a lasting contribution to the "church" as a whole.
Anyhow, if you are reading this, mention my future in your prayers. I still don't know what the good Lord has for me.
Keep God in all you do,
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