A
year In the Life 2
Perhaps
it’s just that I try to see the good in everything. There have been so many points (years) in my
life where I can see, especially in looking back, where my life seemed to
switch directions or shift into overdrive.
I suppose that if I really tried hard and devoted enough time into it, I
could rate each one of those years into some sort of level of importance. Yet each one of the years that I can
highlight were stacked upon each other: that’s to say that progression was
possible because of each year’s events.
As
an example of sequential occurrences (progression): my parents made the decision to move to the
United States, after that transition everything that happened in my life
happened in the U.S., because of the time spent at the border town waiting for
permanent residency in the U.S., my parents separated and eventually divorced,
after a couple of years of struggle, my mother met and married my step-father,
etc., etc..
The
significance of 1959 in my life is paramount to not just my life but the life
of everyone that crossed (or is otherwise became involved in) my life’s path to
this very day. It was this year that my
step-father was offered a job in the Pacific Northwest (while living in
Texas). We arrived in Washington State
and our new home (life) just prior to Labor Day of that year.
While
almost everything that my life evolved into is rooted in the northwest,
including the people that have played significant parts in my development, my
past is undeniable in importance. I
realize how intricate my trend of thought is, and I agree that you almost have
to read what I am writing at least twice to be able to follow along. Even I find myself going back and reading my
own material to make sure that in the end it makes sense. Consider that I was born in Mexico to parents
of means, moved to a border town to (legally immigrate to the United States,
arrived in California, soon after my parent’s separation, moved to Texas and in
1959 to Washington State. The trajectory
of migration is not anything that could have been foreseen or even
planned. The word destiny comes to mind.
I
believe that we are all destined to live out a life that is planned for us, but
we affect it to some degree by the decision that we make at certain crossroads. I apologize if this post seems to be deeper
than most, but for some reason I was compelled to wake out of a deep sleep to
write this material at 2:30 in the morning. To make this post more interesting
I will share with you other events of importance that happened in 1959:
Some
songs released; Platters, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”; Lloyd Price, “Sugar Lee”;
Frankie Avalon, “Venus”; Fleetwoods, “Come Softly To Me”; Wilbert Harrison, “Kansas
City”; Bobby Darin, “Mack The Knife”.
On
February 3rd: Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P Richardson are
killed in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa.
They are the first rock stars to die.
In
my life, I have left a wake of many happy people for having crossed my path
along the way, and at least a couple miserable ones that I am aware of. The best is yet to come……
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