Andrew Ellison

oh my back!

January 17, 2014
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This morning, I twisted my back. I was doing nothing that unusual, just grabbing a tool out from under my bed. (small house) When all of the sudden *CREAK*- the feeling of something in my lower spine saying, ‘you’ll be sorry you did that’. So after hobbling around my morning schedule and using lots more upper body than normal, I found myself on the floor. Staring at the ceiling, I asked myself, ‘why me?’  I thought about all the dieting and exercise I haven’t been doing, and any other bad choice I’ve made and wondered if this was retribution. And then the sensible part of me remembered a few things:

  • We all get old, and this body doesn’t last forever. there is no amount of diet and exercise that can change that.
  • Pain and suffering happen to everyone, and it is not a cause and effect situation, although that is what fear wants us to believe.
  • As much as we avoid pain, it is our best teacher, and I will definitely be planning how to drop a few pounds and start some core strengthening.

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April 27, 2011
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It’s here and gone so quick… I’ve been trying to capture a few pictures of the season.

It has helped me even in my prayers to remember all that I see is my Fathers handywork, and Solomon was not arrayed like one of these.

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Stick a fork in my blogrimage

April 13, 2011
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Well, it’s nearly finished.

I hope you have enjoyed seeing lots of bizarre morning hair-dos and hopefully some encouraging thoughts here and there.

I just got a haircut from my wife.

Not bad for free, eh? She says its “cutting edge”…

Thanks for taking this trip with me.

God bless and make the most of 2011!

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The dog days of spring

April 10, 2011
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Not much to say other than Coda really wanted to go with me on my bike ride.  And I am not standing on my head for this picture.

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the back nine

April 10, 2011
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I used to be a caddy for a few years starting in middle school.  When I started, I knew nothing about the game.   My parents didn’t want their kids being lazy all summer, so they would take me and my older brother to the caddyshack around 6:30 am.   We would check in with Mohammed the caddy master, who would send us over the bridge to the pro shop.  There we sat on the bench waiting for a member to hire you.  If you were a higher ranked caddy, you would get a loop (18 holes) quicker.

I never knew how the day would go.  Sometimes I would get a really good tipper, and be ready for another loop.  But usually, I was tired and would get back to the shack.  During the loop, I might have one or two golfers I was attending to, suggesting clubs or just cleaning them, replacing divots of turf they may have ripped up, or just running after their cart (without the bag fortunately.)  Some summer days it would be so hot you had to soak your towel in water and put it on your head to stay cool.

By the end of the 9th hole, we’d get to stop at the halfway house for a hot dog or a gatorade, and then move on.  This was the back nine, or last half.  It was always a challenge to stay focused because of the fatigue, but the course got more interesting, and it was important to keep your eyes open to see where the ball landed.  Sometimes those last two hours seemed like forever, and I’d start to wonder why the member had a ball retriever, an umbrella, and two dozen clubs in his bag.  When the last hole wad finished, we would head over to the clubhouse and fill out our paycard for gratuity.  Suddenly, it all seemed worth it talking a twenty dollar bill plus your flat fee back across the bridge.  I also learned to avoid the older caddies playing poker for money at that point.

I learned from these members that money cannot buy you a good golf swing, and that kindness was far better than money.  I also learned a little of hanging in there.

OK, hope you enjoyed my tangent.

So my friend recently started a computer/ job skills class at the rescue mission downtown.  On Friday nights we go down and work with some guys just getting out of prison.  One gentleman I recently worked with went in nine years before I was born and just got out.  He got his masters degree while doing time, learned swahili and became a paralegal.  Now that he is out, his possibilities are big, and I am so happy that he is getting a second chance.  

This is what the front door looks like at the building:

It’s hard to see what the crest says, but it is the YMCA logo, and has Mind, Body, and Spirit inscribed in the triangle.  The book has John 17:21 inscribed in it- “that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.”

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