My philosophy is to live the moment and to plan for tomorrow. Given this, I have developed questions:
- What if changing your life, and discovering who you truly are, is as simple as getting on a plane, or going a trip?
- If you knew only three steps separated you from finding your true love or your true calling, would you risk taking the first step?
Dallas W Thompson was born 1944 in Bakersfield, California to “Grapes of Wrath” descendants. First born son of three siblings of a preacher father and piano-playing mother. Raised in “Weedpatch” Steinbeck wrote about area – having learned to hand pick cotton and potatoes, I worked for lunch money and a used bicycle in high school. Attended University of Hawaii and graduated from Chaminade University of Honolulu with a Bachelor Degree 15 months from start to graduation while active duty in USAF – Joint Chiefs of Staff- Far East, Crypto. Obtained MBA – With Distinction one year from start to completion from University of Phoenix. Obtained MAE- Administration 9 months from start to graduation from Chapman University (oldest college/university in California). Completed courses for PhDIT and PhDOM at Capella University. Staff Accountant, Union Oil Company Refining and Marketing Division. Highest volume Honda Motorcycle Dealer (California 1980), retired age 31. Real Estate Developer and Licensed Engineer, General Contractor (CA #344256), retired age 45. Science Instructor and High School Administrator, 10 years.
Living Life While I make Plans is What I do…
- I want on my headstone: “He did it, rather than wished he had done it”
- I was born with nothing and I still have most of it… Yet, I was born with everything I need.
- Everybody dies, but not everybody lives…
- Some people come into our lives as a blessing; others come into our lives as a lesson… I want the wisdom to enjoy each.
Was at the Berlin Wall in 1989, Christmas morning at sunrise. I realized the depth of man’s inhumanity to man and the importance of democracy. On a personal note, I had an epiphany: I need to share with others; I was alone at the time… with a piece of the Wall in my hand.
- http://hubpages.com/hub/Why-the-fall-of-the-Berlin-Wall-had-an-Affect-on-Me Slept with electric eels in the Cook Islands. Unable to hike out of jungle from a stream in a canyon.
- http://hubpages.com/hub/I-slept-with-Electric-Eels In the dark, jumped over a waterfall to an unknown bottom (sounded like a pool) from an unknown distance. No way around the water fall: trapped; alone, no one knew where I was.
- http://hubpages.com/hub/I-slept-with-Electric-Eels Built a 50’ bamboo raft (Kontinue) in Fiji and attempted to sail to Sydney, Australia. Teamed with Prime Minister Sitiveni Rambuka’s, nephew, Rob to restore Fijian old customs. There are 844 islands which only about 100 are inhabited. They had used bamboo rafts to navigate. Attempted to restore old methods of “bilibi” (bamboo raft) construction and ocean navigation.
- Fun time: Built 25′ raft on Feather River, Northern California.
- Constructed 20′ tall teepee with tie-dyed sheets in the middle of the raft! Floated down into Sacramento River and into deep water channel. I felt like a monkey on a football when the huge ships went by to and from San Francisco. I smiled each time they had to raise draw bridges to let my “raft” to float under… felt like Tom Sawyer!
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Experiencing life is to learn to be more present when you experience something new for the first time. The mind’s autopilot switches off when confronted with new situations and environments. The world comes into sharper focus when you have to pay attention. Modern technology puts a bottomless reservoir of data, facts, and figures at our fingertips. But it’s easy to use technology as a crutch. Life isn’t about facts. It’s about knowing through direct experience and the most powerful tool that’s served man for over 10,000 years is instinct. We’re all accustomed to seeing only one side of any story: ours. There is no better way to learn about your own culture than to see it from someone else’s view. Our culture attempts to define what is acceptable as a “normal” or “successful” life. Most people live the life they think is expected of them. The prison of expectations you’re standing in is locked from the inside…and the key is in your pocket.Our “home” can be anywhere. Home isn’t a place, it’s a way of being fearlessly connected with yourself and others. It’s a moment when you’re willing to open your heart so others can truly see you. And that can happen anywhere and everywhere.
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller
This is my story of the discovery of my life.
You will own your experience for yourself when you dare to take the path less traveled. No one can discover the world for you. You can read about other places, cultures, and people all you want, but you’re simply learning facts. Truly experiencing life requires taking the ride yourself, firsthand. No one can live your life for you, and no else is to blame if you die unfulfilled.
- You will expand your soul when you dare to explore and experience new things. Most of our daily experience is confined to a finite, predictable pattern of places, people, and things. Pushing beyond our norm reveals a world is far more wonderful and unexpected than we realize. Life begins at the edge of your comfort zone.
- Learn to be more present. The mind’s autopilot switches off when confronted with new situations and environments. The world comes into sharper focus when you have to pay attention.
- Most people settle for far too little adventure in their life, and they choose existing over truly living. But as Anna Quindlen says, “The life you’ve had doesn’t have to be the only life you have.”
You will be inspired to live a story worth telling by Being True to Yourself!
Cabin Cruiser: Glenda Fae
A Bonding Experience! Not for the Faint-of-Heart!
My mother is an amazing woman who is an example of doing the impossible. As noted in an article: http://dallas93444.hubpages.com/hub/My-Mother-An-Amazing-Woman. Together we both completed an ocean going odyssey motoring an “up-hill” journey from Port San Luis, North to Morro Bay, Monterey Bay, Half Moon Bay, under the Golden Gate Bridge, up the Deep Water Channel, and then into the Delta (has 1,000 miles of shoreline) to explore the possibility of selling my boat. The area is very depressed and we decided to motor back another 300 miles to Port San Luis.
I am not an experienced ocean navigator, nor an experienced sailor. My mother simply believes in her son and did not want me to go alone. No one else would go with me. My boat is a 28-foot long cabin cruiser with a single gas engine. See: http://dallas93444.hubpages.com/hub/Life-is-Like-My-Cabin-Cruiser. It turned into a four day trip averaging 10 miles per hour for 300 miles to the Tower Marina, Lodi, California (South of Sacramento).
The Trip – First Day, Leave Port San Luis
The trip began with the notion of going the first 170 miles the first day from Avila Beach (Port San Luis) California. In the dark on a pitch-dark foggy morning, we take the dinghy out to the cabin cruiser which is moored in the Port San Luis Bay. This is a semi-protected bay with only two buoys that have lights at the entrance. In the bay there are over a 100 boats at their moorings. There are no slips. Each boat bobs up and down on their own anchor.
After two trips to the pier to get supplies and my mother, I secured the dinghy to my cabin cruiser, tying the dinghy vertically onto my rear swim deck. As my mother unpacks and organizes the interior of the cabin, I set-up my GPS and radios for the trip. The ocean moves so much my GPS sometimes simply does a 360, getting completely confused by the constant up and down, sideways movements. I manage to establish a heading out of the Port San Luis Harbor. I can see the outline of the mountains of the Diablo Nuclear Reactor. I know I am going the right direction.
The ocean is very rough. It has huge waves that crash over my boat and pitches us around. My mom stays below. I try to go 15 miles per hour. The boat is taking a beating. I struggle to hang on the helm. I slow to 12 miles per hour. Morro Bay is only 25 miles north. I entertain the thought I may motor in to Morro Bay…
We both get violently seasick. Almost four hours later and 40 gallons of gas burned to go 25 miles, I change course to Morro Bay. We pull in exhausted. We have 280 miles to go…
Day Two Ocean Trip in Cabin Cruiser