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HOCKEY TEASER

   This is one of the most important weeks in the life of the Humble Hero.  This was the week where I put a stamp on the Vancouver Canucks.  I finally got Roberto Luongo and now I managed to get Cody Hodgson.  This year, I was anxious to get Stefan Elliott: a puck moving defensemen; a powerplay quarterback; a transitionalist.  This is the defensemen that Canucks needed for so long.  I did my research on the web and figured that Stefan Elliott was the best fit for the Canucks.  I almost got a good read with the Draft book until I lost it.
  One of the beauties in a destined life is when you begin to see the signs.  The signs are not just the things you see and you have to interpret.  The signs can also be something more related to The Secret where things go your way.  On Team 1040, where multiple host talked about the Canucks possibly acquiring Stefan Elliott.  This was a breath of fresh air.  I felt that this was a sign and a calling that another top prospect will land with the Vancouver Canucks.  To top it off, it came on a week where my life has turned around for the better.
   Despite how things turned out on certain bad days last week, I felt that I overcame them and did alright.  Things seem to be going my way for the Canucks on Draft Day.
   Stefan Elliott welcome to the Vancouver Canucks!...
   Another ace that was rumored to be here was Marian Gaborik.  As much as I did research for Stefan Elliott, Marian Gaborik was one to behold.  He could possibly be the next closest Pavel Bure the Canucks  could acquire.  On top of that, he is the type of player I wanted in the team that can change my life forever--according to the signs of old.
   There were teasers of Marian Gaborik owning a house in Vancouver while he was still with Minnesota.  There was talk that Gaborik could join the Vancouver Canucks because he might want to play with his buddy Pavol Dimitra.  This story broke on The Province and then on the radio, Team 1040.  With this in mind, I knew that the Canucks are on the verge to move forward towards the Utopia I had set during Dave Nonis era.
    Marian Gaborik welcome to the Vancouver Canucks!...
   So like I said on the second paragraph where things are turning around for the better, what are the odds of this going wrong?  Well lets see...Last week, I overcame a two or three difficult work days and my X Box 360 broke down.  I came out strong and overcome these problems.  I handled them well and I believed that this was a good sign for my Father in heaven to reward me with two players I wanted on my team...
   A rule of thumb when it comes to the Father in heaven, do not under any circumstance believe what the Father in heaven will do for you because you never know.  Well, I cannot say that this is a rule of thumb but more like a  golden rule.  In this case, neither Stefan Elliott or Marian Gaborik joined the Vancouver Canucks!  I even decided to go on the Grouse Grind to 'coronate' Stefan Elliott coming to Vancouver.  *shaking my head*  On Canada Day, after being depressed that Elliott was drafted by Colorado Avalanche, my heart sank when Petey Boy texted me about Gaborik being traded to New York Rangers on a long term deal!  I...lost...everything.  Even Marian Hossa, who would be the other half of Gaborik got another deal with Chicago.
   Even Chicago looks more like the team I envisioned for the Canucks!
   Looking back, I tried to figure out what went wrong.  Why the 'tease' coming from destiny?  I thought I did everything right--didn't I?  I figured that this could be more of a further test.  Last week was more of a 'trying to get the Humble Hero in a state of panic'.  Now its more of 'trying to get the Humble Hero pissed off'.  Instead, I was more depressed on how this went down.  I still stuck to my guns in moving forward but I slowed down my pace a lot more than I would have.  The following week was not all that up and up.  Today is July 21st and I know what followed after July 6th.
   I ended up figuring out one aspect that did not look right.  And its simply that, 'believing I am doing right'.  This Canuck Draft Day and UFA (unrestricted free agents) Day, did not go my way because I believed that I did everything right.  Everything was right that I should be rewarded...
   I remembered the pharisees and the tax collector.  The pharisees talks about how he did everything that the Father in heaven wanted and the pharisees scorned the tax collector for not living up to the Fathers expectations.  The tax collector humbles himself and admits his fault asking for forgiveness.  I just realize that I had a lapse of being the pharisees rather than the tax collector. 
    *sighs*  If there is a golden rule, I would remember this parable and understand what it truly is to become a Humble Hero.  I have yet to understand what it is like to be the tax collector.
   We will see going forward how things will work out.  Because in all honesty, nobody wants to hear what I thought about the Sedins signing with the Canucks.  I will just leave it at that.

RISE AND FALL OF KINGS

   This is a little late knowing that this entry is between June 30th - July 5th.  It is even more late that today is July 21st.  But now is the time where I decided to post this topic because it aligns to the hockey teaser topic and what occurred a week before that.
   It is time to honor Michael Jackson after he passed away on June 25th, 2009.
   Yes.  Michael Jackson passed away--for those who have been living under a rock.  What can I say, he is a legend.  He is called the King of Pop for a reason.  He does go alongside the ranks of Elvis Presley who is called the King of Rock.  Being a worldwide phenomenon, he deserved his dues--despite his late problems.
   I am honoring him now by listening to one of his musics that I adore way back when, "You are not alone" while I write this entry.   On another note, I honored him on a physical level the day after he passed away.  On the Draft Day, I decided to do the Grouse Grind after work honoring Michael Jackson as a sign of 'rising kings overcoming adversity and becoming the king of the mountain'.  Not a bad way to honor him.
   I decided to do that for Michael AND Stefan Elliott--if he joined--no, no--let me rephrased that during that day.  WHEN Stefan Elliott joins the Canucks organization, I will honor him in coronations by doing the Grouse Grind.  This was the cherry on top of all the 'right' things I have done in the past.  Of course, right is not always 'right'.
   On my road to honoring two great men, I had a bit of doubt.  I was fearing the idea of Stefan Elliott being picked by another team early.  I knew in my heart that Canucks will pick him as long as another team does not early on.  There were trades being made in duration of pick number 10 to 20.  I would be lying to you if I told you that I was not scared shiestless.
   During the trek to the mountain, I had a good time driving there.  Crossing the bridge to downtown was a treat when I saw over one thousand bicyclist going the opposite way while I was listening to the Montreal Canadiens make their pick.  Since the Draft was taking place in Montreal, the peeps there were going wild on who they were going to pick.  On my end of the radio, it looked like one thousand bikers were coronating and parading for this pick.
   Well, for me, it takes a prince to know a prince.  I am here to honor a fallen king and soon to be king...*ahem*  I pegged Elliott to be the next Nicklas Lindstrom...*ahem*
   Of course, that was shot down and we got Jordan Schroeder.
   Anyway, I was committed to the Grind and I was there already.  Maybe a walk to the top will ease my mind.  Looking back on the time I went up.  I remembered two distinct runs I made.  One good run where I got an hour and one bad run where I got an hour and a half--with lots of stopping.
   On this day of cornation, there will be no stopping.  Aching as I am after the oval run last week, I believe that I recovered enough to make it to the top.  If not, I have a phone to call 911.
   This one is interesting, despite sticking to my guns in going all the way to the top without stopping, I never realize that I was beaten by people in all shapes and sizes!  At first, I did not mind the fact that late comers, especially dedicated ones, will pass me to the top.  Besides, I came five minutes before closing time.  What I did not expect is that thirty some odd people would pass me--old folks, a young kid and flat bloat, too!
   Would you believe it?  I went up not stopping (granted at a terribly tired pace) and looked behind me finding a little boy, who looks like pre-schooler, cruise pass me like it is another day in the park.  He was humming going up half way through the Grind!  He was not even tired!  He did not use his hands on tougher situations wheras I crawled about thirty times.  Honestly, even Naych could not beat this kid!  I kid you not (pardon the pun)!  This kid was as tall as my legs!  He was that small with a baby-like voice.  I ended up losing him in a mere minute up the grind--including his daddy, of course.  When I saw them both, again, at the gondola, the kid wanted an ice cream...I swear, if I do not see this kid as a pro athleete, there is no hope in the world.
   To add another insult to my conditioning, an old man and woman past me.  They were going at a decent pace for their age.  However, their pace was more efficient than mines that I ended slowing them down.  They wanted to get passed me while I was in my tired state.  I swear, by the look in the mans eye, he wanted to hit me with his cane--if he brought it.
   I believe the kid was about 8 years old and these two were probably over 70...Yeesh!
   To top it off, I did not go beaten throughout the grind--yet.  I believed I managed to get past a bloated man who had a very cute and nicely fit girl by his side.  They were both asians and I was giving the asian girl a nice look who in return gave one back.  I managed to catch up to them while they were taking a break in the first quarter of the run.  In duration of the run, I managed to keep a decent lead up the midway point.  Upon looking back, I realize that those two asian couple would not be seen by my naked eye.  After agonizingly making the 75% mark, looking back, there was no chance in hell those two would ever pass me.  They were no where to be seen...  Honestly, I was bold enough to believe that it was virtually IMPOSSIBLE for those two to catch up to me.  When I finally made it 95% from the top, I could here people behind me...and guess who they were...Yepperz, the two asian couples passing me near the top (smiling when they did).
   Read my writing ==> THERE IS NO WAY THAT BIG, 300 POUND MAN, COULD PASS ME!  *sighs*  Who am I kidding...If a kindergarden boy and two great grandparents could pass me on the grind, then anything is possible...
   ...Ironically, Stefan Elliott coming to Vancouver was more possible than this!
   A lesson to learn kids when you decide to become a humble hero:

"You put others ahead of yourself." ~anoymous

   Funny thing is, I actually like the result of this run compared to my worst one.  My worst one where I stopped for long periods of time showed laziness.  This one showed committment even though I was worse by 3 minutes.  Keep in mind, I did not stop--other than to think.
   Anyway, I almost forgot what the topic should be about:  The honoring of Michael Jackson and Jordon Schroeder--yeeaah--kind of forgot about that...
   When I reached the top, I got something to eat and looked out the 'look out point'.  As I marvel at the view, I toasted to Michael Jordan.  Who is the greatest basketball player in the world--and also to Michael Jackson and Jordan Schroeder who are great in their own right.
   There are kings and there are princes all of which achieved greatness and failures in their lives.  One thing is for certain, it is good to know when to step down for a young prospect and when to step back for a old veteran, however, if you let a big fat guy beat you, then it is a whole another story.

HUMBLE'S CREED

   On Canada Day, I did not do much in terms of going out and training my body.  I was so depressed about how things went down on the Draft Day including today's turn out on the unrestricted free agency day.  Even though the day was a holiday and I had a good amount of time to commit on something useful, I decided to just simply lay back.
   I am sure around British Columbia, Canadians were celebrating by going on tourist sites and celebratory locations.  Even my family had a mini get together moment.  There were a lot of food and we had a barbecue.  I took the food but stayed in my room almost all day.
   I was playing Assassin's Creed.  I did not play Call of Duty 4 because maybe it would ruin my thinking if other players kicked my arse.  I simply settled on straightforward gaming.
   I could not relate to the character other than being isolated.  The storyline itself did not stand out in terms of relation of my own life.   However, the only thing that seems to stand out is the creed itself.
   The story is about the assassin named Altair (duh!).  And Altair screwed up.  He ended up breaking the three codes of the Assassins.  The codes are:

1. Never kill an innocent.
2. Never expose yourself.
3. Do not compromise the brotherhood.

   Funny thing about these codes is that two out of three were easily broken.  I killed an innocent person by accident during a struggle with the guards.  I even believe the guards are innocent.  The main targets are probably innocent, too.  In all in righteousness, everybody's a sinner and no one is innocent.  This kind of tosses away the first code.
   The worst of all these codes is the second.  Never expose yourself as being an assassin.  I believe during the game, I ended up breaking this rule time and time again.  As a matter of fact, everyone who played the game broke this rule.  Its part of the game.  This is a guarantee code that will always be broken even though Altair is on the road to redeeming himself.  He will end up breaking this again.
   I do not think I ever broke the final code but surely, there is a lot of conspiracy going on and 'scandals' that this code was broken already.  I think Altair will end up breaking all the codes once again in the end.
   I have been thinking about the problems that has occurred in the last two weeks.  At times I began to think if the problems are my errors or if the problems are simply there for destined reasons.  Or, of course, you could settle for the typical 'its just coincidence' scenario.  After all the things I was suppose to learn in becoming the Humble Hero, I believe it has to be written in creed.
   In the early days of dynamic and destiny, me and Naych followed the three 'I': intensity, integrity and intelligence.   The three 'I' (<==it looks like a T but it really is an I with apostrophes) came from an icon wrestler named Kurt Angle who we idolize during 1999-2002.  During this time, me and Naych applied the three I's in our lives.  Angle was a 'good will' figure that we looked up to (despite the fake that goes in the ring) since the death of Owen Hart.
   When Owen Hart died on May 23, 1999, destiny was born on that day.  Kurt Angle made his debut in WWE at November 14th, 1999 within the same year.
   Ten years later, I become the Humble Hero.  In doing so, I am in the time frame to change my life forever in following these creeds I learned within the past two weeks:

1, Do not have pride by success but be thankful for them.
2. Despite any good deeds you do, never expect rewards.
3. Put others ahead of yourself.

   Personally, I believe this can be can be tweaked, however, this is what I learned.  Anyway, with this in mind, I believe now I can go about life with something to fall back on so I can remember who I am about.  Hopefully these creeds do not fall short like the Assassin's Creeds.

Faith:)

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   This was actually the second entry after the first Five By Five series.  I decided to post this up earlier because I am very pissed!  My good friend and his entire team didn't get voted in the municipal seating.  After checking out the results, I felt that there was a problem in the way the 'Team' approach it.  I realize that there aren't that far off based on individual votes.  I think team members had a chance to make it to the top 7 or 8...As a matter of fact, I think even the bottom person of the Team could've made it also.
   *shakes his head*  I just can't stop thinking about this loss.  Even though this isn't about me and all but I felt like I was part of the team when I volunteered.  Knowing that I'm destined, I think I had some sort of power in this...Sadly, I think I only gave it a little percentage for the fact I was enjoying all this outing and work.  I didn't really think too highly of it.  After watching the campaign voting on television, I felt saddened that the Team didn't even make the cut.  They weren't even talked about.  It felt so embarrassing after all those efforts.
   My personal opinion in hoping the Team to win was learn from the opposition.  Find ways to 'defect' the voters towards the Team.  I believe our approach was a little to soft.
   I've delivered at Surrey as a courier and have seen how people run their own campaign.  I think my ideas can filter through and help the Team have a more fighting chance in the near future--if there is a future.
   I hope my head leader isn't too upset.  From here on forth, no more games--only if its necessary, of course.

Faith:)