I was awarded the Shine on Award


I spend my days working very hard to create more and more ways to create positive change. I work to get more and more people to see the possibilities in themselves, and in the world around them. I work to show everyone where the key to happiness is, and how to unlock it inside of themselves. I work to get as many people as possible to choose a cause, and do something to help that cause out.

I do all of this to change the world. (Also, since this IS my full time job, I’d like to get enough to pay the bills and feed my family as well. Yes, I live very very simply..because I like to, and I don’t HAVE TO make A LOT. The kids are only kind of ok with this…I hope that they look back and realize what a difference Mom and Dad made in this world)

heart rock1I do all of this so that at the end, I can look into MY children’s and the children of the world’s eyes and say: “I left this world better than when I came into it. And I hope that the ripples I’ve made carry on to make your world a lot better place than mine was.”

Then suddenly, someone recognizes me for my efforts and my contribution to the world. Wow. Terkinn.wordpress.com actually awarded me the “Shine On” award. Actually seeing me in the light of someone who is shinning their light into the world, to make this world a better place. It’s the small things that make my life amazing: a student telling me that he is going to go back to school because of what I said, a man organizing a campaign to end people’s suffering, a person reposting my blogs to inspire others, and being awarded an award to tell everyone that I’m making a difference in the world! Wow..Thank You.

Thank You Terry at Bullying Prevention for nominating me…please remember your amazingness shines on to all who read your post.

1. I have always and will always love the Peanuts comic strip. The strip is social and cultural commentary that is still valid to this day. Though we have lost Sparky (Charles Schultz in 2000) his legacy, his humor, and his wisdom lives on. In fact, Fantagrpahic Books is putting out an entire 1950-2000 reprint of his strip. 2. Of the strip..Snoopy is my favorite. Snoopy is never what he is “suppose to” be. He is what he chooses to be. He is what he wants to be. And though he lives in a human world, he defies and redefines what it is to be a person. Not only that, whenever he masquerades as something else he is always “the world famous”, or “the greatest”, or the “amazing”…never just an ordinary person livign day to day. What if we all saw ourselves this way. 3. I grew up on the streets of war torn Southern California, where I counted gunshots to go to sleep. I was shot at at the age of 6, and multiple times then on in my front yard. I watched peopel get killed on my school campus, and in the streets of my neighborhood. I lived in an abusive household, and saw some sort of violence every moment in my life. 4. I list myself as a Visionary, because I can envision a world and a life without violence, in full equality, and surrounded by positivity. I have always been able to see the good and positive in every aspect of life. There is good and positivity everywhere. All people are merely looking for happiness in the only way they know how or have been taught. 5. I am a motivational speaker. I own a company called Motivating For Positive Change  . I travel the country speaking to teens, adults, organizations, and anyone who will listed to inspire and motivate them to create positive change. I am an Author who has written short stories, poetry, etc for multiple different causes and have published in multiple different places. All things going towards creating mass positive change. In the end – If you don’t believe you can change the world, then you need to change your mind.

Blogs that I am now nominating and I suggest everyone to check out!


A blog asking us to change this world for the better. A blog I’ve just started following, and every post has made me smile, and agree with!


This is a blog created by Jeff. This is from his blog:

Simply put, my mission is to uplift, inspire and motivate 1,000,000 people to live their most fulfilling, compassionate and productive life!

Imagine a world where people didn’t give up on their dreams, followed their hearts and lived with passion and excitement. How would this impact our life? What enormously positive impact would this have on our families? Our organizations or professions? Our country? Our world?  I know this is possible.


Fiona’s blog to create happiness and devotion to your life. A wonderfully spiritual woman who does amazing things in her church and her life to help others. A great blog to follow!


This is a fun and inspiring blog by a woman in Montana named Tobi. I love her ideas, her thoughts, and the many great ideas she gives us.

This si who she is according to her:

I will be blogging about life, love, troubles, beautiful things, my family, my dogs, food, soulfulness, movies, books, things that bother me, and generally stuff that leads to blissfulness, which brings me to my next topic…

What’s with my blog name?

Hunting bliss, although I’m from Montana and a recovering redneck, has nothing to do with guns, ammo or camouflage.  Bliss is defined as a state of ‘perfect happiness’ or ‘great joy’.  The great Joseph Campbell said, “Follow your bliss and the universe with open doors where there were only walls.”  I think this is another way of saying:  Cultivate the things that make you tick, that make you feel alive and like your life has meaning…Do those things and doors will open left and right for you, because you are following what’s in your heart–what God has put in your heart.  Hunting for bliss is a blog about my search for bliss in life through food, relationships, God, travel, nature, photography, writing, and all the other things that make my heart full.


This is a local gallery in my area that is just amazing!!!

The woman who runs it is named Tanya, and she is just one of those people that has embraced the positive attitude, happiness life and invited all artists who have the same ideals to be part of this awesome gallery

The bliss Project

The posts that come out of this blog inspire me and motivate me to do cooler and more positive things…I hope it does to you to.

This is what she says about herself:

I’m a teacher and I love my job. Working with kids is great, even when they all get sick at the same time and sneeze on me. They also make my days interesting and they make me laugh all the time! They tell me I’m pretty. They tell me I’m a good singer (I’m not!).

I love dessert! Making it, eating it, looking at it! I’m more of a vanilla person than a chocolate person. If you offered me a vanilla cupcake and a brownie, I would go for the cupcake first. Then I would probably eat the brownie when you weren’t looking.

Five kids with disabilities

A blog dedicated to the trials and tribulations of dealing with many kids with disabilities. If you have a child with any of these disabilities…you’ll love this blog. It’s definitely a blog to educate yourself about what day to day life of having kids like this…and how neat and wonderful it is.

Here are the rules of the Shine on award.

1. You must thank the person who has given you the award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link person who nominated you for the award.
4. State seven things about me.

I run, I dance, I read, I do yoga. I try new things. I like to think I’m pretty cool, even though I know sometimes I’m not! I like to take pictures and watch Gilmore Girls. I’m cranky in the morning. I try to be positive. Life is good.

For more info on what The Bliss Project is, check out my very first post!

”This world doesn’t make sense”

Work to make people aware of those who have this syndrome

If you have a child..raise your hand.

No doubt more than one of you are raising your hand.  When you’re a parent, or even a guardian or a big sibling, you expect certain things from kids and how they act and react.

What happens when none of the parenting works?

What happens when the only thing you can think of is physical harm?  (Oh, I know…many parents are saying..NOOOO DON’T…and then some are saying “that’s right”).

Here’s a small clip into a little boys world. He was born and his life was great up till 5.  Suddenly, at  5 everything changed. The things that use to be done for him, he was now told he had to do. This had never happened before, how could he do it, how could he manage to do any of these things. These were adult things; he had seen adults do them.  How was he supposed to be able to do them.

Every day was hard. 10 days after his birthday he just couldn’t handle it anymore and he cried. He cried for 2 days…nothing would change it. Suddenly, he saw a movie that changed everything. But he wanted to watch this movie again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again (I know you’re like…I get the point, but you don’t if there aren’t 30 more “again’s)

Then came 6. I remember the fateful blood curdling scream 2 months into that year: I HATE 6!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why?  Because he had to learn to make his bed and tie his shoes. He was also asked to…WRITE!

Writing…a fate worse than death. Writing his letters 10 times took 20 minutes each. First there was the crying, the throwing, the fits, the anger, the slamming, the tearing, the breaking pencils, and then…letter B. When he found out there were upper and lower case I thought he was going to have a heart attack.

People are strangers and will always be strangers. There are 2 types of people, friends and family and them. Now at 9, he has 1 friend, but he is often asked to leave because he won’t do the exact thing he is suppose to. Parallel play and playing the same thing again and again is expected. Why doesn’t anyone want to ride their bike around the block 100 times?

Food can’t touch on the plate.

Darkness hurts when it touches and so does certain fabrics.

There is air in your eyes that has to be let go.

I HAVE to do things, and if I can’t…my mind explodes and I yell until I can do them! I just can’t control it!

Welcome to Asperger’s syndrome!

So many people look at these kids and write them off with a “What a bad kid. Control your kid.”

Nobody pays attention that this is a form of autism…it’s actually called high functioning autism. For those who have it, this world makes no sense to them. For those that have it, it’s an up kill battle involving consequences, rules that are always changing, and patterns that are attempted to be kept but others break them all the time. It’s a world of ear piercing sounds that nobody else is bothered by, fabric that feels like it is cutting your skin open, and veins that are burning. These aren’t make believe, this is real.

How do you tell them that their brain is wrong?

You don’t…you educate and help. Asperger kids look and act relatively normal until you’re around them for a minute, and then everything goes crazy. They do thing you don’t understand and how our society tells us kids aren’t supposed to act. People believe they are doing things for attention, constantly lying, and just wanting to piss adults off. In fact, they are just trying to make sense of the world around them amidst people who don’t understand them.

This leads to abuse, destruction, and that turns into anger towards them and from them. After enough torture, pain and abuse are normal…and ager is all they know. They are created to be a problem because they were misunderstood. In fact, our jails are clogged with undiagnosed aspergers, diagnosed and misunderstood, and those that have just been abused into the reality that fighting is the way of life.

Help them!

Write about it.

Read about it.

Volunteer and just be with them…because so many won’t take the time (even their own parents).  These kids are often treated like the bad dog that nobody wants. They are mazing people, with awesome talents and ideas that just have to be found and shown to them.  There are so many opportunities in this area to raise awareness for them, for the bullying that is being perpetrated against them, the child abuse against them, and begin paving the road for all families to find answers and the way to a greater and better way of life for these families and these kids.

Educate yourself.

Become aware.

Do something and change the world!

What other challenges do kids with aspergers have?  Have you ever known anyone with it?

Short story collection sneak peak

Yes, there will be a collection of short inspirational stories.  Here’s just a sample of what you will see:

Enjoy the writing.

Signs to the world

I don’t think I ever knew what I was really doing. I never thought it was that grand of an idea.  Now, a mere 5 years later they’re saying things I can’t believe.  They’re saying that I revolutionized the way people think.  I was in a book store the other day and saw a book titled: Jaime Brim, the man who created the new world.  My own face was looking back at me.  That man I see in the mirror everyday isn’t the man everyone sees me as.  People have talked, lectured, written, and wrote speech about those days.  I’ve been on so many TV shows I don’t know whose desk I’m sitting in front of anymore. They ask the same questions that I don’t have answers for.  So I decided, since everyone is so eager to know, I’ll stop the speculating.  I’ll give you my thoughts and opinions first hand.  I’ll actually tell you what happened, so people will stop asking and stop guessing.  Sometimes though I believe, the guesses sound better than the truth.  I wish I was the Jamie Brim of the books and articles, but I’m just Jame.


I was chasing the last of my lemonade across the bottom of a glass on a boring Sunday afternoon.  I was trying to avoid the stuff that I had brought home from work, and the wife was finishing a book she had been putting off for months.  In essence, I was bored.  I finally slurped that last drop up, much to the annoyance of my wife downstairs who yelled at me for slurping.  I knew I needed to busy myself.  I looked over the stacks of proposals, and watched my son play with his friends.  The boys threw a football around while the girls stood on the side lines asking to play, and hating the ball they would learn to hate in different ways once they got older.

I walked downstairs and lured as many neighborhood kids as I could with promises of ice cream and doughnuts.  I piled them into my constant reminder of suburban mediocrity, the mini-van, and drove to the art store.  I didn’t know what I was doing, or why I was going there.  I had dreams of a pollockesque paint fiasco in my front driveway, with all the kids painted head to toe.  The mere sight made me chuckle, and that was enough for me to keep driving with the yells and giggles of a child packed mini-van.  I let them run rampant through the store to the horror and disgust of the old women and shop keepers.  They pulled, yelled, bumped, and destroyed everything they came in contact with.  This type of anarchy was exactly what my boredom soaked mind needed.  After 20 minutes of watching 15 rampaging 6-8 year olds, I suddenly found myself in front of the poster boards section.

Poster boards have fascinated me since my high-school days.  I was always the kid in the group that never did his work and slyly dated a group member so that they wouldn’t be pissed.  I would sit, guilt soaked, as far under my desk as I could push myself, and marvel at the pristine glorious picture that erupted into the classroom from these adolescent masterpieces created with nothing but poster board and washable markers.  As these visions drown out the yells and screams of the kids I looked at the virgin white boards and decided I must have them.  I bought the entire lot of the biggest boards I could.  I rounded up the menagerie and arrived in the driveway faster than you could say play date.

I told all of the kids to run and get every kid they could find and every marker they could get their hands on.  With 5 bowls of leftover Halloween candy, markers, poster boards, and sugar induced hyper activity I started drawing letters on the boards.  The kids colored them with a creativity that any good hyped up junkie or future Disney executive would respect, and we worked into the day.  By the time the street light alarm clock that said everyone had to be in their houses arrived, we sat in the middle of a cluster of poster boards any school teacher would be proud to see covering their floor after group day.  As the kids left and I stacked the boards up, my son asked what it spelled.  I barely knew myself, but then again, it was the plan.  I was told by an old English teacher; if you’re going to write something out of your own head, might as well make it say something worthwhile; so I did.  I told my son I’d tell him in the morning, and I did what every other parent in the neighborhood did that night; forced my kid into a bath he didn’t want, to clean off all of the washable markers.  Too bad they weren’t all markers.

Sunday came around; my wife saw the huge stack of poster boards sitting in the garage and complained about the mess.  In all honesty, I don’t blame her.  Who would want mounds of markers, poster boards, and colored walls decorating her pristine suburban house?  Many of you right brainers out there are raising your hand, but I’ll bet your spouse isn’t.  I called all of the parents and asked them if they would let their kids come over, and told them that there would be a neighborhood parade.  They all loved the idea, and even the kids who didn’t help wanted to be in the parade.

By 9 am, twice as many kids had showed up.  Now, my house sits at the end of a cul de sac.  There’s a short road that leads to the main road in the track and that road leads to the highway.  I only say this so you’ll understand the way the parade was planned.  At the expense of all of the minutes in my shared cell phone plan, I asked all the parents to line up at the end of the cul de sac, and their children would walk pass them in their entire half washed marker splendor.  We put the final touches on the boards, I lined them up, and we started walking.

Let me pause here for a moment to tell you a few things that I did  not know was going on while this was all happening.  Remember, I was avoiding work and bored out of my mind, so I thought a messy, crazy weekend with the kids was a perfect excuse.  The whole parade thing was an idea to keep the kids busy for another day, because my son wouldn’t stop asking what we were going to do with all of the posters.  In reality, I was done after Saturday.  But, kids like to be the center of attention; so why not do something cool for them and their parents.  And maybe, I could avoid work and boredom for another day.  Unbeknownst to me, there was a woman at the end of the culdesac that was a copy editor for the local paper.  The man that lived on the corner of my street that I barely exchanged waves with rushing late to work, was having an interview with a nationwide news channel because of some Tupperware stuff he had created.  If this wasn’t enough, there happened to be a really bad wreck on the highway just off of our road so there were 3 news choppers in the air.  My little boredom induced parade had the ability to become the most publicized event this side of the presidential speech.  So, with these wheels spinning within the wheels of the neighborhood, about 80 pairs of parents including my wife, 100 or so friends of the families, and the other 50 neighbors packed the end of the road to watch their little bundles of joy walk by holding a poster board that they may or may not have colored.

I took the lead, and away we marched into history.  Within minutes, more neighbors and cars arrived.  In 10 more minutes we were half way down my street and crowds were forming on my well manicured deed restricted neighbors’ lawns craning their necks to see the kids with posters.  The children smiled, yelled, hooted, giggled, and hollered.  By the time we hit the crowd at the end of the road a mere 15 minutes later, 4 news vans, 3 helicopters, a dozen reporters, and every proud parent watched us make, what has now been called, the most revolutionary statement in the history of our country.  We stopped at the highway and put down our signs.  I began collecting boards 35 minutes after we left the house.  The crowds descended on us like locust.  First the parents, then the bystanders, and finally the paparazzi.  We had no idea what we did, but the kids took every piece of attention they could.

Sitting at home that night watching the commentators of CNN talk about my plea to the governments of the world, I laughed and guffawed like I have never before.  My wife was irate that I would be so daft to not take this seriously, but in reality, I had no idea that it was that serious.  To me, it was myself and a bunch of kids with poster boards trying to escape the boredom of the summer.  Who would have thought that a bunch of kids, a bored corporate worker, some markers, and some white paper could do so much.  I mean really, are these that strong of words:

Please stop the fighting.  Just be nice.  Just try to get along.  If not for the earth, for us.

I guess they are.  Since I’m sitting here talking to you, it seems they are.



Heal you heart and all people

In a world where there is so much violence and abuse, it’s hard to feel happy.

Heal your heart!

In a world where we look for happiness, and we’re bogged down by the destruction.

Heal your Heart!

When we see our friends hurt and left battered.

heal your heart.

In a society in which there is so much violence, and in which our own hearts have been hurt, it is easy to become discouraged and depressed and to blame ourselves for what happens to us.  If we someday reach a point when we no longer believe there is anything to live for, we may become violent toward ourselves. Many people who would never think of hurting someone else are very skilled at hurting themselves.

It is not unusual to feel sad or depressed occasionally. However, being seriously depressed or dwelling on thoughts of hurting yourself, making plans to hurt yourself, or doing self-destructive things is definitely cause for concern. If you find yourself doing any of these things, you need support from those you can trust to pull through the difficult times – to help heal your heart  – By The Todos Institute

When we are nice to people, because we should be nice…this works. When we are thankful for every person who crosses our path..we are doing this.

How can you help more people heal their heart?

Please help more people heal their heart!




There is no way to happiness, happiness is the way.
I sat listening to people complain today and watched them get more and more angry.

Then these same people, became angry at others voting for the wrong people, things taking too much time, and computers “going to slow”.

Any one of you could be one of these people…if you let it. That’s just it…if you let it.

We don’t have to allow or let these things happen. We can decide to be happy. No matter what’s going on, we have the choice to be happy. Think about that for a moment.

You have the choice to be happy…what a great thought that is.

Not only do you have the choice to be happy, but you also have the choice to help someone else be happy. Imagine making a whole group of people happy?

This ability to make people happy is what the entire “random acts of kindness” idea is all about. People going around and doing good deeds making other people happy. How cool!

What’s even cooler or neater is that we can make someone happy every minute of every day. Send a friend an e-mail with a uplifting thought. Say thank you to someone who didn’t think it could or would ever happen. Smile! (sometimes that’s all it takes.)

So go out there and make people happy.

Here’s an idea:

1. Create a piece of paper that says…I am happy, and I want you to be to.

2. Give each person you meet three.

3.Explain that the 1st one is for them. The other 2 is for them to give to two other people.

Imagine the happiness revolution you could start if you did that to 200 people (600 strips of paper….24 pages with 25 on each page) That would mean 600 people would get the message. Wow…now that’s happiness.  If you spark a copy cat the happiness level could increase 2 fold.

I am happy, and I want you to be happy too!




The war on nature!

Most of us live in a city.

Most of us were born in a city.

Most people who do not live or were not born in a city, want to live in a city.

The cities that exist, we can do nothing about. They are what they are.  We can change the landscape of the city by creating vacant lots to be parks and botanical gardens and community gardens. (Hint hint…what a great idea!  Who wants to take this on?)

However, we have to stop the forests and natural worlds that still exist on our planet from becoming cities. We must end the deforestation that is happening around the world. We are cutting off out air supply. We are cutting off our weather regulators. We all learned this science in grade school, it’s not like some crazy scientist just dreamed it up…it’s a reality.

So before you watch the video below…here’s a call to action for everyone reading this!

1. Plant. Plant. Plant. Make your world (our world) more plentiful with trees and nature. A true story…a friend of mine goes to the dollar store and buys seed packs for 25 cents, and spends like $3. Then he drives around places where there are vacant lots and pours the seeds around the lots. Or he will drive down the road letting seeds fly to the wind.  There are a lot fo pretty places because of him.

2. Join or create causes to stop the destruction of the natural world. There are so many groups out there…a google search will garnish 1000’s of sites and organizations doing everything they can to end the destruction. You can HELP!  Yes you can. Your voice is not small….and you are part of the solution!