A Day in the Life of Octaman

It's hard for me to have a negative feeling for long, in spite of the fact that my family has written me off. I know that the family doesn't know me, and has never cared to have a conversation with me about anything. Fear seems to be the motivator behind that. Fear of what, is for another post...

I'm not made of stone, and my feelings do get hurt sometimes. I think how foolish they are to ignore and boycott someone who should be an interesting and even exciting part of their lives. How many of us have relatives who are recording artists with a new CD? I don't understand their animosity. But when I visit my own myspace site and see a friend request, it helps just a bit. And behold, when I look at the persons profile and see my own name listed in his section of "heroes", I get choked up a bit. There I was, right alongside Jesus, Speilberg and Spiderman. It means a lot to me especially now.

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I wonder how many people are blessed to have the following kind of experience: I'm walking alone at the school field (after hours) hitting golf balls with my dog, just practicing. I see a kid from a distance and pay no attention. As he draws closer I see he's watching me. I pay no heed. Then from the other side of the fence he speaks to me.

"Hey I recognize you." He says. Well, I've been onstage so I could be recognized, it's not a big deal. He goes on...

"You helped me with my field goal kicking." He says.

I remember him now. It was maybe two years ago when I saw this kid trying to get the football through the uprights off of a tee, and I took pity on him, explained to him that I was a bit of a coach, and proceeded to help him.

"Yeah" he said, "you showed me how I should just do the same thing every time with the same approach and same number of steps, to start close and move back gradually. I actually ended up making the team and I got to kick field goals in games. I also played some other positions too. I just wanted to thank you."

Again I choke up. I wonder if anyone in my family has ever had such an experience. It's small moments like these that affirm my purpose as the Octaman - to help people, especially young people. I am able to overlook the family problems as petty and insignificant next to the great purpose and goal of my life. I can forgive them because I realize that they don't know me, never did, and probably never will. It's the people who I spend time with (who allow me to speak freely that really get to know me) that are amazed and grateful at what kind of special help I offer them. That's all I'm about. Those who are not interested in giving their lives for the sake of helping others couldn't possibly relate!

Mar 3:35

For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother.