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"You think outside about ten boxes."


My fiance provided the title for this blog. Zen, military, A.A, teaching inner city kids, video games, fast car, video games, home repairs, cooking meals, writing, reading, running, loving, family, adventure - these are my boxes, I think.

Life is pretty outrageous. The places we end up, the places we choose to go, the costumes we wear, the ideas we keep like kites on a string- I have to say I've had a lot of fun.

Speaking of fun, tomorrow, I'll teach until 1 and then I go to take my ASVAB. I'm seriously considering, for the third time in my life, joining the military (as a reserve). This time, for the first time, it's Army, instead of the Marines. For one, I'm screened out of the Marines because of my sleeve of tattoos. I don't even remember getting a sleeve of tattoos, but there it is, bright as a rainbow. And two, the MOS availability, the bonuses, and accommodations the Army makes is more suitable for my life style, except of course for the long deployments, which I'm sure I'll see in the future.

I'll be taking a split school, which means boot camp this summer, and school next summer. My top three choices are Chaplin's assistant, journalist, or masonry/carpentry. Not trying to be G.I Joe, but would like to keep the tradition of service- Dad was a cook in the Marines for 21, Grandpa was a Chaplain's Assistant in the Army, other Grandpa was Infantry in Korea...

When I think about all my boxes, I think about the Bodhisattva Kannon. 1,000 arms with a 1,000 tools, for the worlds 1,000 needs. I feel ready and capable to fill the roles that come natural. I'm not really trying to do pros and cons. If I did that, I wouldn't do anything, ever. I have a con-sided mind. I'd be a great prosecuting attorney.

So, adventures abound- this afternoon, I'll take a practice test, and try and turn fractions into decimals, which for me will be a miracle. Think water into wine.

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  1. I wish you luck. May you get what you want, and not regret it. An old Irish blessing I just made up. Please keep us posted.

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  2. Drop me a line (my blog address @gmail.com) if you want to talk about the Army Chaplain Corps. I have a number of good friends who are Chaplain Assistants who might be able to provide you with even more relevant input. In the meantime, breathe!

    Fr. Tim, SJ

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