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17 Saturday Jan 2026

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 NEVER TOO YOUNG TO LEARN

 When we are born, our brain wakes up.

There is very little, if anything, in it 

It is empty now, but will fill up.

Like a sponge, it absorbs information.

It starts to form who I am

 A cute woman or a macho man.

This self-image will control and direct my life

I want to be the very best of what I am

It depends on what I see, hear, and 

Experience as I grow up

I will do my best to be

Who am I?

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JUST FOR FUN

When there is nothing special to write about, and you are a writer, you must create something.  A writer must keep writing; that is who and what we are. It is a great self-image, but a hard one to keep. I will be sharing some of my idle times with you every so often, so you can see how hard it is.

Practicing the English language

Why is it that we can only see the stars when they are out, but can’t see much of anything when the lights are out?

I did a bad thing and wanted to make amend, but you can’t; you must make amends. So, I did a few more bad things so I could.

I wanted to take the longest zip line in the world. One person said, “Fat chance.” A second person said, “Slim chance.” I didn’t know which one to believe. I didn’t know if they were wise men or just wise guys.

I had a friend who called me in a panic and said, “My house is on fire and is burning up.” I knew he was distraught and meant his house was burning down.

Why do you have to fill in a form when they ask you to fill it out?

I spent time looking for the boxing ring at the gym before someone told me it was the square thing in the corner.

A friend told me I had a lot of odds and ends in my house, but he didn’t tell me which were the odds, and which were the ends.

These are just a few examples that demonstrate the creativity of the human mind. I don’t think the right hand was talking to the left hand when they created the language. I didn’t even know the hands spoke to each other.

I just found out that cows killed more people than sharks. I was amazed. I didn’t even know that cows killed sharks.

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30 Tuesday Dec 2025

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Sharon, A Departed Spouse

I thank you for orchestrating the best 35 years of my life. 

Our love was not a separate part of our lives

You were more than just my best friend.

It was what our lives were all about.

Rest in peace, my sweetheart, 

You were and will always be

 beloved by me 

And the ones that

 You showed what real love was,

The family.

The New Path  

You asked if I ever think of her,

I answered, “of course I do.”

My mind wanders back to my past,

Where memories that are buried seem to last.

But worry not, my dear sweet lady.

For when I think of the present, I think only of you.

My reflections are both happy and sad.

A wonderful life together

That ended too soon.

I held her hand for hours.

Until her last breath, her soul left the room.

How could I not remember her?

She was the core of my life.

For thirty-five years

She was both my lover and my wife.

But she is gone and no longer exists.

She said to me before she left

On this one thing I must insist,

Your life must continue forward

Grief must not stop you

Don’t fall behind; you must resist.

Love is everywhere; if you look, you will find.

Life alone is not meant to be.

Find someone who is not like me.

Your memory will last, but I represent the past,

You’re on a new road now,

New faces, new places, new fields to plow.

Now, sweet lady, I am with you

And all she said has come true.

Mine is a new life, we’ll call it Act III.

And we will explore it together,

Just you and me.

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What Does It Mean When You Say You Love Someone?


I have written about love in some of my other books; what I said in them
was what I believed to be true, and I still do. Love’s definition, like
everything else in my life, has matured with age. I have called it a concept,
and it is how we use it in English. What, then, is the definition of it? Now, at
age 91 years, I have more to say about what the word love means to me.
All my life, I have taken the word and broken it up into parts.
An example would be telling my wife, ‘I love you,’ then asking, ‘What are we
having for lunch? I love lunch; it’s my favorite meal.’ Does the word love
change its meaning? It must; you don’t love your wife the same way you
love your lunch. I would fight to protect my wife from someone who was
going to hurt her; I don’t care if I miss lunch. Why do we use the same
word? When we talk about lunch, we can use many different words, such
as appreciate, enjoy, or wish for, among others; however, when it comes to
our wives, the word ‘love’ is the only one that seems to fit. Why?
What does it mean that most other words wouldn’t convey? I have thought
about this a lot. What does it truly mean to love?
Love is like a puppy, cuddly and fun, and just like a puppy, it will grow much
stronger if it is well cared for; and you can have it at any age. It is up to you.
A baby loves its parents because it depends on them for care. That is the
only thing it understands about them. Young people love each other
because of the passion and innocence of youth in real life. There are many
personal qualities hidden within the word love, and it is used to mask them
so they can enter our lives.
A few of these include control over someone, dependency on someone,
sex and lust, and finally, security. Because there are so many reasons that
make us think we are in love, it is easy for us to make mistakes and realize
this later.
We say, “I don’t love you anymore. If that happens to you, it is
because you only love a person because they seemed to fit into your world
at the time.
True love can’t be broken up into parts. Love can be explained in one word:
it does not take more than that. What is the word? If you have ever had a dog that you loved, and he or she loved you too, you have experienced true
love. The dog doesn’t care what you do. It still loves you.
The only word I can think of that describes what true love is made of is
acceptance. You must fully accept what you say you love and not try to
change it. If you try to change it, then you don’t truly love it. You only love
certain parts of it. It’s challenging to love only parts of something and not
the whole. This also applies to people. It’s easy to find someone you love in
parts, but hard to find someone you love completely. That’s why people
often say, “I don’t love you anymore.” In a long relationship, you might find
parts you no longer love.
Love is a fantastic quality in life, but it must be an act of total acceptance to
be long-lasting. (See the poem “Home”.) Be a flower, it gives beauty and
asks nothing in return. It accepts you accepting it for what it is, nothing more.

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19 Friday Dec 2025

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HOW HAVE YOU KEPT A GOOD ATTITUDE?

When my mother passed away in 1969, I was devastated. I wrote this to help me
live my life like I knew she would have wanted me to. It has been my guide ever since. It has worked.

MY CREED
It is today, not tomorrow.
This is today; yesterday is history.
Every morning when I wake up, it will be today.
I will start each of my todays with a positive attitude.
I will not criticize anything, as it has accomplished nothing.

I refuse to utilize my time on things that accomplish nothing.
Today, I have one thing in which I know I am equal with others: time.
We all draw life’s paychecks in hours, minutes, and seconds, no favorites.
Today, I will not waste any of the time I have been given.
The minutes I wasted yesterday are already too costly to me.
Today, I refuse to use my time worrying about what might happen.
Instead, I’m going to utilize my time by working to make good things happen.

Today I am determined to improve myself.
For tomorrow, someone may need me to help them.
I must work hard today so I will not be found lacking tomorrow.
Today, I must accomplish something and not waste any of my limited time.

Today I will do the things I should do.

Today, I will stop doing things that I feel are harmful to me.
By the end of each week, I will be a better person than when I started.
My worth to myself and others is directly proportional to how I use my time.

Things in my world are not different.
I will not imagine what I would do if they were.
I will make the most of my life with what I have now.
I will arrange my schedule to make the most of my talents.

I will take time for my people.
I will not wait till tomorrow to say, “I love you.”
I will treat everyone I encounter in life as a true friend.
If I do these things, it will be a good day for me and those around me.
I DID THE BEST I COULD. I HOPE IT WAS AS GOOD AS I SHOULD.

(In 2026)

To my mother, Alice

I loved you as much as possible in my younger years,
But I didn’t appreciate all you did for me
Until I was an old man,
Looking back on my life.
You died way too young for me to tell you
How much I loved and needed you in my life.
You gave me the foundation that I live by.

You taught me how to handle my daily
Chores and how and why it was
Important to appreciate
Every one of them
To have a life
Worth living

I still judge whatever I do
Against the standard
Would my mother
Be proud of me

I thank you with all my heart and love.
JOHNNY Reseck Jr

Alice visits Siem Reap, Cambodia

(This is very special, written by my son JR III in Cambodia
At the age of 68, he recalled his grandmother from his childhood.

Maybe 1965,
in that double wide
a hundred yards from the ocean sand,
My father’s mother used both arms to shake it up, then
levered two sharp triangular holes,
the normal way back then,
opposite each other
into the top of that big tin can
that held the pineapple juice,
and poured some into a glass just for me.
It’s now more than fifty years
since then,
and I’m alone
in a Cambodian apartment
eight thousand miles from anyone I love,
tipping up a paper and plastic carton, pouring out some last drops of that same sweet tropical memory,
grateful for the heart she watered and grew in me, and the one who still visits
but I just no longer see.
12 April, 2025
Siem Reap, Cambodia
Love you,
By
John Reseck III

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