I met Antolly the Russian…

God-friends-and-coffeeWhile the west warmongers and screams about a resurgent Russia, evil demon Russia, a Russia waiting on the abyss of sanity to consume Europe and then the whole world. This American is undoing the hate caused by that misinformation, that is being falsely spread about Russia, as I walk in the Tiny Russian Village. It may be only a few at a time, but I give a typical Russian more to think about, when it comes to Americans than what the western media has worked hard at to portray Russians as in American/Western eyes…

I meet people constantly and because I live in Russia, they are Russian. Grey/blue eyed Russians most of the time. Yesterday, one of the half dozen Russians I talked to was named Antolly…

Antolly is my age, divorced as I am, pot belly like the one I have and grey haired as I am. Other than simple physical differences, such as I was larger in stature and brown eyed, we were the same person. Two men meeting for the first time near the woods of a huge forest and simply walking to enjoy life. Antolly had a daughter back home in his village, who spoke some English and as all Russian dads, he called her to talk to me. He was proud to have an English speaking daughter and she also spoke some French, German and of course she spoke fluent Russian… 😉

Antolly also loves the Beatles as most Russians I meet do…

He asked me about where the road we were on would lead him and as we talked, he discovered that I was an American. He was and is as almost all Russians, astounded that an America was to be found deep in a Tiny Russian Village and actually living in Russia. Then I realized that he was almost crying and had to work at not letting his emotions get the best of him…

I looked at him closely and here is what I saw; A very intelligent intellectual type of person, has one child, loves life, not rich financially, embraces new ideas, things and people: Plus wonders why America hates him so much?

Then it saddened me to think that so much of the world is like this guy! Very intelligent and always wondering why we hate them. They love us and desire to have America embrace them with the good side of America, but as most all I meet, they are no longer starry eyed drunk with blindness toward how the west is treating them…

Antolly and I parted after a long visit and not before exchanging phone numbers. Then he said something that made me realize what it is all about…

Antolly said in broken English and remember that he loves the Beatles and this time tears almost came to my eyes…

“Abby Roads, With A Little Help From My Friends, You Know My Name (Look Up The Number), Nowhere Man, I Just Don’t Understand, How Do You Do It, Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Night…”

All Beatles, most titles and he knows by heart every Beatles songs, words and all…

I stood there and realized that he just in his head came up with a combination of song titles that expressed himself to me in English. The message was clear and easy to understand, at least for me…

“Yesterday,” I made a new friend!

Antolly from Russia has been given a new look at Americans and liked what he saw. His daughter was so happy to talk to me on the phone and most of all…

We hugged as we parted and he said, “Friendship!”

I said, “дружба” – (druzhba or friend(ship))

And we both understood each other using the others language…

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I made a new friend in Russia and as Svetochka says time and time again, “That is just right!”

WtR

I watched life this morning…

Life is what you make of it!

Life is what you make of it!

In the Tiny Russian Village, no such thing as too early…

I had an answer to a question I have…. “What is life?”

I watched three boys about 10 years old, it was 5 a.m. and the sun had not risen yet. I heard them coming. They had an old motorcycle, that sputtered and popped as it transverses the dusty trails we call roads. The boys were talking about the big villages nearby and I stood silently as did Boza, as we watched them…

They were out cruising the roads of life!

They all had fishing poles and the poor motorcycle was way overloaded. They did not care and to tell the truth, the motorcycle seemed happy as it sang a pop pop song all the way. You could tell that it would get the boys to the place they desired and back again. It was happy to be part of life…

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I stopped writing to enjoy some life; The wind came up and it cooled down a bunch. I ran outside with Boza and we stood in the breeze. We ran to the side near the lake and watched the white caps dance on the lake. The rain started to fall and it felt so good! That is life, now back to the article…

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I watched the boys disappear to the river and they stopped, got off and went fishing. Then Boza found a kitty to chase, Ralph the Raven swooped in and found a frog to eat and the fish swirled the water as I stood on the dam of the lake. I then understood what life is about…

Life can suck and life can be hard, but life is wonderful and full of reasons to live…

I have said many times in the past, as I live in Russia, Russia is America 50 plus years ago. It really is! Russia is the America that I remember, many issues, but free and full of life. These kids were on a motorcycle that had no plates, no registration and no insurance. That, as Svetochka would say, “Is just right!”

Life is what those kids are experiencing. Fishing, riding down a dusty old road, covered in grime and that grime will wash off, ass easy as falling in the river. But sometimes we create situations that do not wash off or out as easy as falling in a river…

The world is full of those situations right now and we have no one but ourselves to blame. Oh yes, we can blame big business, politicians and governmental functions. But no one is to blame but ourselves. We want to be told not to ride a motorcycle with out license. We want to be coddled and cared for. We want to give up our freedoms for ease of existence. We want and want and want, all that is handed to us in an easy way…

I saw life today; It laughed, it popped and hissed, it went fishing, it chased a cat, it ate a frog, it walked for two hours, it swam in a swirl as it waited for breakfast to be served. Then it hit me…

We are life, I am life, they are life, it is life and life is good if we allow it to be. Life is freedom! Life is standing on your own two feet and life is having help when needed. Life is also being cared for as the fish are cared for…

But we humans are not fish are we? So maybe we need to be the boys out fishing and riding a motorcycle that many would say is a death machine, Boza running after a little kitty cat that he will never catch and Ralph the Raven eating a poor defenseless frog, that he just so happened to see as he came to say hi!

Life should be experienced, not feared!

WtR

Pet Peeve time! One of those moments; good thing there is coffee…

richRant ON!

Coffee-iconEvery once in awhile I see something that gives me one of those WTF moments. I am hard to make go WTF!

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2016-08-22/bill-gates-s-net-worth-hits-record-high-of-90-billion-chart

The link above gave me that moment. You have to understand that WTF moments were basically used up in my soul, many years ago. I saw and did things that no one should have to do, so I do not get surprised at virtually anything that is, happens and happened. Then along comes a article that kinda floored me. I am not sure why, but I think it is because, I watch so many around the world, struggle to even eat or drink water. That when something like the article link above shows its ugly head. I say, “What The #$%^!” (Or WTF for being nice to readers and such!)

Sorry, but sometimes, when I see something as stupid as what that link talks about, I get pissed, upset and wondering “Why?”

Bill Gates has a net worth of $90 billion of those greenbacks we call dollars. Not Gross worth, but net worth. Big difference. What is his gross worth? A trillion greenbacks?

Good thing I have my coffee to sip on right now. Thus, I will drink , my cup of coffee and be thankful that Svetochka, Boza and I have enough to survive and all my friends can say the same. That is good enough for me and everyone I know in my life now…

Really; what is it that matters?

A good bowl of soup? A friend to tell you how bad the world treats him and you listen? A garden that produces real food and is safe to eat at the same time? Water that is pure and plentiful? A good woman? A faithful dog? An old car that runs? Fresh air of a Tiny Russian Village? Friends that stand by you? A cup of real coffee? I could go on and on and they are items that money does not effect in any forceful way… (Well maybe the coffee gets expensive, but we all have a vice!)

Does someone or something need 90 billion dollars?

($90,000,000,000.00)

So while we Ra Ra Boom De Aye the news that Bill Gates is worth more than God himself and many others are worth more than the gods of Asgard have. While we dance in the streets as to how rich we all are, but actually only a few have any money extra, such as the Gates of life! We should stop and smell the coffee…

I guess when I watch people live on 10,000 rubles ($150 bucks more or less!) a month pension and live good and have all they need. Then I see the obscenely rich of the world, I start to ask, “WTF!”

Russian are rich in that aspect compared to many parts of the world. There are people living on $1 a day and happy they have that. So it is all in what you are use to…

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What do you need all that money for?

I had an uncle that was filthy rich. I use to ask, “Why does he need all that money?” I actually got spanked as a child for asking such a stupid question…

I asked that question then as a small child and as a much older adult and maybe wiser, I ask the same question…

What does anyone or anything need more money than God himself and why are we even charged money for living on this planet?

I must have missed the part in life where a few persons bought the planet earth and let us live here, as long as we pay!

Rant OFF!

WtR

$90 Billion Dollars and for what? Microsoft? Software? Stolen goods? And we worry about Windows piracy? Think, associate, wake up and contemplate life? Oops, I said rant off! Sorry!