Author Archives: chuckbjames

So why didn’t the center work out? I could be all spiritual about it and say that it just wasn’t God’s timing. And honestly, that’s just true. It just is. The virus kept the main pain doctor away from the center and the virus closed half the facility down so what was the point inContinue reading “Co existing…”

As a kid and even through most of my adult life I never wondered who my natural parents were. Just didn’t seem to matter. My adopted mom even encouraged me to seek them out and find them. Never saw the point. Now I see the point. With family and heritage answers the “where do IContinue reading “I choose you…”

So where is this going. Is this about Tom? Is it about Penelope? Is it about the little shifter that controls the speed on the highway? You know what I wonder. I wonder if those people on the cruise ship that couldn’t dock over the last week or two took it personally. They weren’t allowedContinue reading “Cruise…”

Things have gotten pretty weird. I think the virus has a lot of people on edge. I get that because the pain I experience has me on edge at times. It makes it hard to think straight and creates a dark space. But I fully believe that most of life is about the process andContinue reading “The climb…”

When I was young I had a tryout with the Reds and I was clocked at a 4.5 40 yard dash. I’m real certain they were a little quick with the stop watch. I’m not that fast. But I’ve always run hard. No matter what I do. Too hard. Today I had a little freedomContinue reading “Speed…”

Today “David” invited me to sit at his table during dinner. Today I received a few messages from people just letting me know they were thinking of me. Today a nurse brought me a blanket when I was cold waiting while they searched my belongings for “contraband”. Today I looked out my window and thereContinue reading “Kindness part 2…”

Recently I saw a clip of Bill Gates at a lecture. He was sitting on stage alone at a lecture hall looking up at a large audience. Different than a performance as that’s a stage looking down at the audience. Why is that? Anyway, someone asked him a question, “Is there anyone richer than you?”.Continue reading “Kindness…”

For some gardening is therapeutic. Others it’s the gym. Others it’s at the piano or singing at the top of their lungs in the shower. Maybe it’s dance or reading. For me, it’s writing. I don’t imagine anyone but a few close friends will even read what I write so for me, it’s therapy. ItContinue reading “Through the roof…”

If it were anybody but me, I would know what to do. And so I figure the best way to figure out this thing is to write it from someone else’s perspective. In this case…Brint. Brint Michael Young was the name given me by my birth mom. Brint is my current middle name and theContinue reading “And my dad’s the father…”