H.O.P.E.: How to slay a dragon’s little brother — Part 3

Part 1: The beginning

Part 2: H – Humor

Part 3: O – Opportunity to Serve

The knight picked up the scroll out of the ‘O’ box and unraveled it.  It read ‘Opportunity to Serve.’

“Kind of long there, isn’t it, Fairyboy?” The knight mocked.  “Shouldn’t it be something that’s say, one-word? Like Oprah or Omelette?”

“Work with me kid. Opportunity to Serve is one of the most powerful of the four parts of H.O.P.E.” the Fairy Godfather said. “It’s like what Clarence from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’  will someday say, “You’ve been given a great gift.” It’s time for you to go forward and help others who are walking in your shoes.”

The knight scratched his chin and asked, “why?” Fear rolled over on the couch, grabbed more chips and broke wind.

The Fairy Godfather fluttered above them and began to tell another story.” There once was a man who lost his father to melanoma.  He and another melanoma survivor became a two-man support group and discovered that no one knew much about that particular type of cancer.  And since melanoma can be cured if caught early, they soon realized they needed to educate others about it.  So they started a 5K race.  But what it really was was a skin screening with a race built around it.  Soon they had hundreds of people getting screened before the race, and several melanomas were caught.  They helped other people.  And they raised serious cash for melanoma research.”

“So they were able to help others avoid their fate.” Said the knight.  How would that help me? ”

“There you go again missing the big picture,” said the Fairy Godfather. “First of all, it’s the right thing to do.  That goes without saying.  But motivational speaker Zig Ziglar said it best when he said, ‘You can have everything in life that you want if you just give enough other people what they want.’   The race organizers soon found they had peace because they felt like they were DOING something to fight the very disease that had made them feel helpless.  It gave the tragedy in their lives a little bit of purpose. So get off that couch — DO SOMETHING to fight back!  And helping others is the most powerful weapon in your arsenal.”

“So I need to start a race?” the knight quizzed the flying wand-toting man.

“Not necessarily.  It doesn’t have to be that elaborate. Seek out someone else going through what you just went through.  Support him or her. Listen. Help them cross through the journey you just made.  Remember when you felt alone?  Make sure someone else doesn’t have to go through it, too.  That’s making a difference. You’ve been given a great opportunity. USE IT!”

Fear whimpered after hearing those words. The knight noticed that the little dragon was starting to look very uncomfortable.  And then the knight reached for the “P” box.

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© 2011 Marshall Ramsey

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A piece of a drawing of my wife’s parents’ new house

I did a drawing for the change of address card for my wife’s parents — which included me having to draw their caricature. (talk about flirting with death — drawing your mother-in-law is like playing chicken with a train.)


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CARTOON: Protecting Pets

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CARTOON: Waldo on Haley

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H.O.P.E.: How to slay a dragon’s little brother — Part 2

Part 1: The Introduction

Part 2: H – Humor

After an hour of fitful sleep, a crushing pressure on the knight’s chest woke him up.  He opened a bloodshot eye and saw Fear standing on him, staring him in the eye.  “ENOUGH!” shouted the knight.  “I NEED HELP!”

POP!!!!

A crack echoed from across the room, startling the knight.  In the corner was a small, balding man with a mustache and a heavy five-o’clock shadow.  He had wings, a robe and a wand with a star on the end.  “Excuse me?” said the knight, “Who are you?  No — WHAT are you?”

“You rang? I’m your Fairy Godfather,” said the little man with the wand.

The knight rubbed his eyes.  It was bad enough he had a small dragon on his chest. Now he had a robed little man fluttering around his room like a one-winged moth.

“I’m here to grant your wish.  I’m here to bring you H.O.P.E.” the Fairy Godfather said. The knight sat up, causing Fear to tumble to the floor.  “Where’s my Fairy Godmother and what’s H.O.P.E?”

“Bernice?  She’s on a cruise.  And  don’t make any ‘Offer you can’t refuse jokes;’ I’m not that kind of Godfather.”  The Fairy Godfather scratched himself and waved his wand. “Ala-KAZING.”  A small golden package appeared in front of the Knight.  “This is H.O.P.E. It’s divided into four parts.  Open the one that has the H on it.  It’s the first one.”

The knight cautiously opened the first package.  Inside was a scroll that had one word on it — Humor.  The Fairy Godfather said, “You have to learn to laugh at the things that scare you.”

The knight looked at the little winged man.  “Easier said than done, pal.  It’s like love thy neighbor — I try to, but Prince Littlejohn annoys the living crud out of me when he doesn’t rake his yard.”

The Fairy Godfather laughed. “I agree.  But let me tell you a story and you’ll understand.”

The knight and Fear the Dragon sat on the couch as the Fairy Godfather began.

“There once was a man who had melanoma, the most fatal form of skin cancer.  His family decided he needed support, so they took him on a retreat — to the beach.  The rest of the family was out playing on the beach and the man was stuck inside (so he wouldn’t burst into flames.)  After a while, the man gave in and took his shirt off and ran into the ocean for a swim.  Since he had his melanoma removed, he had an eight-inch scar on his back that was bright red.  As he entered the ocean, a lady and her two girls stared a the man’s scar.  Now the man felt really terrible about being made to feel like the freak of the week.  But he decided to try something other than being offended.”

“Oh that?” the man smiled and pointed at the scar.  “Shark attack. And it happened where the little girls are swimming.”

“The lady picked up the little girls and swiftly got out of the ocean.  He had a choice: He could be offended or he could tell a joke. He went with humor.  It was healing.”

“Healing?” the knight sighed.  “How was a joke healing?”

“Studies show that laughter boosts immune function, improves well-being and reduces stress.  And what cancer survivor doesn’t need a little reduced stress?” Fear growled as the little Fairy Godfather pulled out a book. ” Read this.  It’s by Norman Cousins. He was a big believer in the power of laughter. “The Fairy Godfather smile as the knight picked up the book. The cover read Anatomy of an Illness as Perceived by the Patient.

“Humor.  Laugh at the things that scare you.  Remember that.  Watch comedians. See a funny movie.  Tell a joke to a friend.  Laugh!  Let loose!!!”  The Fairy Godfather pointed at the box and then said, “Pull out the ‘O'”

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© 2011 Marshall Ramsey

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H.O.P.E.: How to slay a dragon’s little brother Part 1

A not-so long time ago in a land kind of far away, there was a noble knight who battled a terrible dragon named Cancer.  It was a bloody, hard-fought fight, one where the knight  fought valiantly. The knight had amazing weapons at his disposal. He had support from his friends and doctors.  But It wasn’t an easy battle; it took a great toll on the knight. He even lost his hair. Yet the day came when the dragon was gone.  Victory was declared. The knight had won. He sat in his doctor’s exam room and smiled — he was Dragon-free.  He celebrated his amazing accomplishment with a toast to his doctors and friends.  They had fought the beast together and won. He had survived.

But little did the knight know, the dragon had an annoying little brother named Fear. And Fear would show up on the knight’s doorstep one Saturday morning and move in with him.

Fear followed the knight around everywhere he went.  To his job. Back to the castle. To the grocery story. To the Post Office. He was there when the knight woke up. He kept the knight from going to sleep. The knight frequently was up up all night. He even saw the little brother whenever he looked in the mirror.  Fear was driving the knight mad.  Like the rude house guest that he was,  Fear would not go away.

The knight stretched out on the couch, exhausted.  Fear stood on him, peering down eating his snack (like he had done day after day.) The knight had had enough.  It was time to kick out his house guest once and for all.

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© 2011 Marshall Ramsey

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“I need tape.”

It was Lord of the Flies without the conch.

I volunteered at my son’s school today to help the his class build space creations out of things like milk cartoons, cardboard tubes, duct tape, foil and hot glue. (Basically the same materials my house is built out of.) As we walked toward the art classroom, my son’s teacher warned me, “You can turn back now.”  I looked into her eyes to see if she was kidding.

She wasn’t.

We entered the room and there were three moms in there.  They could sense fear in me. I had to mask it better. The kids would chew me up.

The door flew open.  I thought about the scene in Toy Story 3 when the preschoolers came flying into the room after the toys.  It was a 2nd-grader tsunami.

My son came over to me and gave me a hug (I’ll forever hang onto that memory.)  And then all the kids dumped their “spacecraft parts” onto the desks.  The building began.

I will hear “I need tape” in my sleep tonight. The kids said it more than Haley Barbour says “Marsha and I.”  Mr. Marshall, I need tape.  I need tape.  I need an aspirin.

I helped with three boys projects and assisted with four other kids’.  I got to know the kids.  Heck, I had a blast.

The hour passed quickly.  I went down and saw some of the other things the kids were doing and spoke to  a couple of the teachers I knew.  Then it was time to leave. As I walked out to the car, I came to these conclusions:

1. If I want my kids to get a good education, I darn well need to be part of it.

2.  I make a better uncle than parent — as in, I couldn’t teach full-time.  I am patience-challenged.  And I respect teachers — especially good ones — that much more.

3. A great school has great parents.

I pulled the last piece of tape off my face as I drove out of the parking lot and smiled.  I hope my son enjoyed it as much as I did.

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Knock down

I’ve been knocked on my butt three times:

1. I ended up a janitor after graduating from college with honors.

2. I was diagnosed with cancer.

3. I was made part-time at my current dream job.

All three have resulted in blessings:

1. I met great people while I was a janitor, including my now mother-in-law who introduced me to my now wife (and mother of my kids.)

2. I survived cancer and have been able to do some cool things to help other cancer survivors.

3. I found out how much Mississippians like what I do and I’m getting to explore new, exciting uses of my talent.

You’ll get knocked down.  And I know I’ll get knocked down again.  Maybe even harder. But I also know that falling down doesn’t mean I have to stay down.

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Sleep cleaning.

My three-year-old woke in the middle of the night with a vicious nosebleed.  It’s not a good feeling to find your child’s head in the middle of a pool of blood. But it’s funny how your subconscious kicks in at a time like that. My wife held him, keeping him upright and I swooped in, stripped the sheets and cleaned the blood right up.  I was sound asleep — or as close to it as you could be an be considered awake.  My years of janitorial experience took over and the blood was gone within five minutes (my secret — hydrogen peroxide, in case you were curious). My subconscious ruled the day.  Or night in this case.

If I had been awake, I probably would have worried about it or even felt grumpy about the mess.  I guess it was a good thing I was asleep.  I probably should sleep through most of my life.  I’d be much more successful if I did.

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CARTOON: State of the Union & Thad

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