Life, of any sort, is BETTERthanBAD




{EVERYthing and EVERYONE can be measured by DEGREE}

       I am NOT telling you to do anything on this blog. Life is chock full of CHOICES. With the MASS of people who knew of me, the well-known fact of people thinking I and them were far closer than not, and that they know the REAL truth. Believe them or NOT, the CHOICE is up to you. Before going any further I M U S T both welcome and warn you. There’s no need to throw a “tiffy”, getting your undergarments in a knot. For happy (whatever day it may be), welcome to this blog. By reading this whole blog, if done with no half-assery involved and you put to work some ways I have described. Then you will see True Change, for better, not for worse. Don’t give up

There is no reason to blame God for anything, He’s simply sitting on His throne in Heaven, watching everything, and waiting. Till the second when Jesus will bring His church home. In a sense, God is three parts, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, you could say God is sitting. Watching Himself, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit take care of everyone to the degree they themselves chose to be cared for. Everyone says they wanted … to happen, but did actions match words.

Everybody. Big or little, male or female, black, white, yellow, red, or green. Christian, Jew, Atheist, Muslim, Gay or straight. Whatever your choice is, it is. Seeing that I was not saved from my car accident to point my finger in hatred, so I do not nor does Jesus hate you. I have a love for you all. Just as God does, but God’s love is Truer than mine. For I am merely a mortal human, a more faithful servant than not.

       The Prince of PEACE, Jesus Christ, is the ONLY place where True Peace can be found. Although many people and/or things claim to have peace, it is only for a season, and the End is the worst. You see, I urge everyone that reads this blog, “fast forward to the end of their lives asking for Jesus’s True Peace to rule their lives”. Then and ONLY then may the Lord’s will be done.

Fortunately, I was not saved from my car accident to point my finger in hatred, so I do not. I have a love for you all. Just as God does, but God’s love is Truer than mine. For I am merely a mortal human, a more faithful servant than not. Just as everybody else I am human and in need of Jesus Christ, not a daily but on a secondly basis.

What I hope to do by addressing you all is to tell you the Truth. You may as well put down this world’s distractions. Be that money, drugs, pleasure, pain, jealousy, pride. The list goes on, seeing that their sole purpose is to distract you from the reason you were born. From paying God the attention, He deserves. I ask for God’s will to be done in the situation between Israel and Iran. And I am just glad that I personally do not have this decision writhing on my shoulders.

For multiple reasons. The best bet, the answer, is both secret and obvious at the same time. Opposites. It lies in the past. Now is the most important decision. Whether or not to let Iran go nuclear. Israel is and should be, scared, but at the same time, it all is what it is. And God will not let His people, Israel, be destroyed for they are where the Truth came to earth, was killed, and now sits in heaven at the right hand of the Father waiting for the end. Pray for Israel, asking for God’s will to be done in the Israel \ Iran situation. Nothing more, nothing less.


       It is a long story, but far earlier later my “situation”, around the time I started on the road to recovery, my mind became irked at the word “try”. There I was sitting in a wheelchair and everyone attempting to be extra nice to me as if I was made of crystal glass. Saying at the point of someone attempting to tell me to do something, for example, to get something, to lay off him.

       Then with the word “try” finding its way repeatedly into the wordplay when they came to physical therapy. This happening, my mind highlighted the word “try” then placed it in the cabinet in my head for later use. Later on, when thinking this over and being reminded of all those random situations, my mind’s eye happened on a movie that my cousin and I used to watch.
Star Wars.

       On that movie, this clip came to mind, not vividly but it was what it was. A bit after escaping the Hospital scene, thanks to the internet I found it again.

My GYM is the world…<<<<<<<<<<P E A C E>>>>>>>>>>…And my world a GYM

      Everyone is different from the other and varying by degree we ALL are some degree better than bad. Seeing that God and the devil are the only beings that truly deserve to be labeled Good and bad. Everyone else varies to some degree better than bad, the vagrant, businessman, stable guy, preacher. Truly only God knows to what degree.

       A terrible act of judgment it is when God gives the sinner over to his sins. So He did me, with the people I chose to be around. Yes, I should have held my ground but at the same time, “shoulda, woulda, AND/OR coulda”. In time their mindsets would, more likely than not, have been changed as my mindset wasn’t. History does not dictate that’s what happened.

       The action of giving sinners over to sinful action may be done for a season to show the sinner both his need of God and of divine forgiveness, or He may do so perpetually. Insofar that while the sinner does enjoy sin for a time, for a season, he does so to his own demise. Wreaking havoc not only in his current life but, more importantly, his eternal situation is as well changed. Which is why I urge everyone to fast-forward to the end of their lives and if Jesus is not there, you’ve been tricked. Such it was for Pharaoh in Egypt; Yahweh left him to his hardened heart which brought plagues and death. (Exo. 7-14)

On top of saving my life, in more ways than one, He refurbished my brain in a sense. Not making me uber-smart or anything like that, but making me some degree smarter than not. And for that, I give Him ALL of the glory, for He deserves it all. Seeing that He created this world, everyone in it, and He has the final say on everything that happens. It would make way more sense than it would if instead of relying on man’s say, they would turn to Him. Now I know this would seem impossible, seeing that they have let in a ton of distractions, the opposite sex, random sin, and abortion to name a few. My mind’s eye tells me that if they would just let Him gain control once again America would take the head.

Think about it, everything that goes on in this world is of His will and since we were made in His image that means we have free will. Even the sinful stuff, seeing that in the beginning Adam & Eve screwed it up for everyone that followed. Meaning everyone on or under was and/or is my brother or sister no matter how distant and we all are in need of peace. But not any peace, peace of this world, because it only works for a season.

Soon after I got out of the hospital, life moving entirely too fast, I was asked to come here, go there, take this and do that. What I am doing is not pointing my finger at someone else and blaming them totally. All I am saying, though, is that minus when it doesn’t, it takes two to do any and everything. According to the doctors, I have a severe traumatic brain injury. Was blessed with it when, blind drunk off moonshine, I stupidly climbed in behind the wheel of my vehicle and tried to drive home at roughly 1 o’clock in the morning on May 19, 2007.

You know what the best thing for a person to have in my situation or for anyone to have is peace. Personally, I have looked in almost every place possible in the search for it, yet no peace I found. The near constant sense of instability that comes with a brain injury could be a direct result, or a side effect of the long list of situations that come with a brain injury including depression, anxiety, chronic pain, sleeping problems, and/or fatigue. All coming and going by random degrees of strength without reason. The ONLY place that both says and provides true peace lies in the Prince of Peace.

SOLUTION to ALL Problems

My solution may not sound as if it addresses ALL the world’s problems, but it DOES, the answer I speak of is Peace. Not just any peace either, not as the world gives, but True Peace can only be found in the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ. Trust me it was far longer than short, sometime around four and a half years, but I am standing after living through a collision between the car I was driving and a cedar tree. Since I was not wearing my seat belt, thinking myself to be far smarter than not. The cedar tree came into the passenger side of my vehicle, collided with my head directly at some speed well over 65 mph and BLESSED me with this Severe Traumatic Brain Injury.

You may be wondering, “Why does he refer to an injury of that severity as a blessing, not a curse?” To which I would respond, I do not exactly know why bad things happen. Besides this is a fallen world in need of Peace, not as the world gives, which can ONLY be found in Jesus Christ The Prince of Peace. But I was warned so I warn you(the reader), He is called the Stumbling Block for a reason. If you find that you’ve stumbled, no matter what # of times this is, just pick yourself up, dust off, and continue placing one foot in front of the other. E V E R Y T H I N G, the world and all in it, was made both by and for God. With Jesus being sole in between, and Him being the Prince of peace, would you not deem His peace, able to answer ALL problems?

The answer to all the worlds’ problems.

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Now, I can hear it now. It took him ten + years and now he’s only telling me what’s been told before over and over and over again.” Yes, that is true but let’s just say I unwittingly made some smart roadblocks, smart “turns” against my brain injury while having a brain injury, if that makes sense.

Seeing that I do not remember exactly what were the turns I took, the word “smart” may not be used to describe them. Instead, I will say they were Smarter than NOT, not being the absence of anything.

JMC a.k.a. THEJessTER

Now how it is that God saw fit to place me back on my feet again… Well, first of all, it was and is a MIRACLE there is no way around that, but He used minor things in everyday life. Things that would not be thought of as an exercise, as an exercise. Like for instance, at the time of my first going out of the house, I was still in a wheelchair. My mother has let’s say “situation” called a yearning for STRONG coffee, and unfortunately I, too have fallen into this trap.



steps to stepping


How I went from wheelchair-bound to walking on my own two feet. It was far harder than easy, to say the least. To say it is finished is a lie, it never will be till I die. I’ve found ways to change my world to a gym and made my gym the world, all with the Lord’s help of course. Outdoors, around my own house, at neighbors houses, at the pre-church coffee stop, and wherever I went became a gym of sorts. Even if it wasn’t supposed to be a gym, I made it one in my purty’lil head. Because I cannot forget, so I’ll remind you… SEVERE Traumatic Brain Injury is what I incurred, It’s what’s I’ve made to deal with me, and since everything’s a choice I choose to see it as a blessing.

What continually irked me was the word “NO” or “NOT”, you have to remember mentally I was about nine stuck in the body of the twenty-five-year-old. And of course, the friends and therapists treated me as if I was made of crystal, not wanting to be the one who broke me pretty much gave me everything I asked for.

So there I was still brand-new in my mind’s eye, not really understanding in detail even what I had lived through. With my mother and grandmother treating me as if they were just glad I was alive.

Exercise, exercise, and exercise, even when you’re standing still especially when standing still. That is when it’s absolutely imperative that you exercise, almost mandatory but not quite. The memory of how many sit-ups I used to do stays foreign to me. Let’s say about twenty to start but now around one hundred, more not less.  The notion that everybody’s unique is the truth but I am far from a doctor, that being said do what he or she has told you.

There are other “exercises” that I made up, seeing that my world did not include a gym. I guess it could have, but the amount of time and money it would have taken… So, when not at my “Home away from home”, HealthSOUTH, I used adaptations of the exercises gotten there to make my world a gym.

There are other “exercises” that I made up:

The first one is in a sense a game, depending on who you are and your view of the situation. It’s DOORMAN! All you need is a well-trafficked doorway. Seeing that, it was told me by my therapist, the honorable, her beauty envelops her, Mrs. Leigh Sato. That if I was ever to hope to walk again I should spend a minimum of an hour and a half on my feet. Which was ok six days but the seventh being Sunday was far harder than easy seeing we spent the whole day in town.


Blarnes and Knoble doorway.

After Church, she would go to “Blarnes and Scloble”. On nearer to the date of, August 31, 2007. I, still dealing with a case of double vision and reading giving me a headache, would use my wheelchair as a walker of sorts. It must have been a scene, a boy with clearly something wrong, pushing an empty wheelchair up the sidewalk. From Barnes and Noble down to the road at the end of the shopping center. But did I care, NO.

So after successfully doing that would return to the place of business. Then after checking in with her, I would post-up out at the doorway and begin “playing doorman.

Trying the single limb stance, since my right side was paralyzed and the right leg was in need


I always was a person who loved fun. Since my accident flipped my script, so has my definition of what’s fun changed. Simply because “fun” is all up to a person’s definition.


A random doorway, I bleeped the name while because it can be any doorway just as long as people go in and out of it more often than not.


The doorway only to be known as the place where I came up with the game doorman. The game of “doorman” ended up being played at every place of business that would put up with me. Of course, this took some repeated warnings but seeing that no customers complained. And in fact, business started booming to a certain degree. The game of doorman, a game I made up, dictates that you have to welcome and say farewell every customer to whatever business you’re playing the doorman.

Another of my steps to stepping I incorporated a job that relieved my mother. That was vacuuming you see in the beginning I would wheel my wheelchair to the room I was gonna vacuum. Then put on the break and use the vacuum as a rolling cane, of sorts.

Vacuum cord

Vacuum cord.Pulling out and putting back the cord on the vacuum was hard at first but little by little, time after time, it became easier.


Before and after vacuuming, I would unravel and ravel the cord in a figure eight pattern.
Before and after vacuuming, I would unravel and ravel the cord in a figure eight pattern.

In all three of the stances below, it was told me to, clasping my hands together in club form. In the beginning moving them straight up and down from above your head to below your waist. Then, later on, my favorite therapist the world, Leigh Sato changed my foot placement up to place my right foot forward for 10 arm movements, then my left foot forward for 10 arm movements.

Right foot base

Your right foot is underneath you while your left is forward as if you are walking.

Left foot base

Now your left foot is the base with you right one stride up.

Narrow base of support

This is a narrow base of support. At first, to begin it was told me to space my feet about the distance of my shoulders. Even back in 2011, I could not stand in this stance. It, being a narrow base of support, is a good deal harder than easy and once told me not to do in therapy but I didn’t listen? No…


inclineOffhand, or on, the angles escape my head. There are three between the parking and the second story entrance of my church. Starting out from scratch walking on a flat floor was just next to impossible, but with God leading nothing is. Another of my steps to stepping is after finding Jesus, get you in a church or group of True Believers.



The four steps at my house



The four steps at my house

The biggest arch-enemy to myself, to my situation, was a set of steps. On my day of freedom, the day when I was released from the hospital. A family friend, Clayton Holmes, carried me into my home, up these four stairs, and into my house.




The biggest step involves AlmostEDEN with its daily tending. Which daily works on my fine motor skills with its picking of fruits and weeds.




Fall, do not!

Originally we placed logs to hold down the cardboard, then later since my mind makes everything into a game, I just began seeing if I could make it to the other side without falling.

IMG_2623The lawnmower is another good tool which comes out normally during the warm seasons. Though an automatic lawnmower would be fun, I chose a manual one for multiple reasons. First and most importantly of all the manual one is less expensive and secondly pushing a lawnmower works your leg muscles.

Even before I could safely walk on my own two feet, mowing the yard became a chore I love. Though it’s simply not good, even bad to lust, I lusted after it.



woodexerAnother chore that is on my steps 2 stepping is carrying wood. I know this seems as though will be a menial chore but seeing that I had just learned to walk again, it was not. Plus walking with a load of wood in your hands is a good deal harder than easy seeing that you have to maintain balance throughout. And to make matters worse the ground was uneven seeing that there were grass, sticks, and clumps of dirt. Lastly, there were the four steps and the doorway that seemed to shut itself despite.

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