This man's torment, is the reason you "Don't stay mad" or "Don't go to bed angry".

I'm sure you've heard those words before, I know that I have wished that I had remembered to say "I love you", or had one more hug, shared one more kiss on more than one occasion in my lifetime, What about you?.

All the lives lost from the attacks on September 11th, 2001 brought the same kind of misery, regret and frustration.

I can't help but imagine how different this world would be if we lived our lives, every day, like we might not have a chance to see each other again; share a few more laughs; or say the words and thoughts we really feel.

Every moment is precious, squeeze out every ounce of living, loving and laughing that it can offer you. Never let yourself to be idle or bored, there are to many wonderful things we could be allowing ourselves to enjoy with the people we know and love and those who we will come to know and care about.

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Lidle dad's tearful regret

By MICHELLE CARUSO in Glendora, Calif.and CORKY SIEMASZKO in New York

DAILY NEWS STAFF WRITERS

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

Wracked by regret, Cory Lidle's father recalled yesterday how he turned down the doomed Yankee's invitation to come watch him pitch against the Detroit Tigers in the playoffs.
"'Son, I think you'll get by them,'" a weeping Douglas Lidle remembered telling his son in what turned out to be their last conversation.

But it was not to be. Three days after the Yankees fell to the Tigers, Lidle and his flight instructor perished when their plane crashed into a Manhattan skyscaper.

"Not being able to hold him, that will be the hardest part," said Douglas Lidle, 53. Lidle's body, which was so battered he had to be identified through dental records, is expected to be flown home today to California - courtesy of the Yankees and Major League Baseball.

"Mom, I'm so alone," Lidle's widow, Melanie, told her mother, Mary Varela, after the strain of planning her husband's funeral got to her. "I feel so alone."

Lidle's 6-year-old son, Christopher, who also had maintained remarkable composure, fell apart when he saw his dad's fraternal twin brother, Kevin. "I look like Cory, and Christopher said, 'Hi Uncle Kevin,'" said Kevin Lidle, 34. "And then a couple minutes later it hit him. And he had a little tear.'"
"He kind of went, 'Oh,' and then he realized," Varela added. "The kid's been sweeping it under the rug. He's tough like his father. He doesn't like drama."

Douglas Lidle couldn't hold back the tears as he recalled his final words with his son.
"'Hey, man, you should come out for the ALDS,'" Lidle said, referring to the American League Division Series. "'You never know if that will be our season. That could be the end ....'"

But the grieving dad said he told his son the Yankees would make it to the World Series and that he'd already ordered tickets and made hotel reservations in New York.

Wearing the Yankee Division Series cap his brother had given him, Kevin Lidle said that after learning of the plane crash, "I thought to myself, 'Maybe he wasn't flying in that plane.' I thought he might have survived."

"The last time I saw him was in Tampa when the Yankees played the Devil Rays [three weeks ago]," he said. "We went and ate dinner at the St. Pete Ale House and when it was over we shook hands and gave each other a half-hug like we always do."

Both father and son said they were unaware that Lidle and flight instructor Tyler Stanger had planned to fly over New York in Lidle's new single-engine plane. They just knew their first stop on the way back to California was Nashville.

"He was probably looking forward to getting home after a very long season," Kevin Lidle said. "As far as we know, he was just on his way home."

Five residents of the Belaire building on E. 72nd St. were hurt but nobody in the building was killed when Lidle's Cirrus SR20 plowed into the north side of the condominium and briefly stoked fears of another Sept. 11-type attack.

The National Transportation Safety Board is investigating the tragic crash, but investigators still are not certain whether Lidle, a novice pilot, or Stanger, who had only flown in New York once, was at the controls.

That could be crucial to the Lidle family. If he was flying the Cirrus SR20, his kin would not be eligible for a $1.5 million insurance payment from baseball's benefit plan, which excludes "any incident related to travel in an aircraft ... while acting in any capacity other than as a passenger."
Kevin Lidle said right now the most important thing is that his brother is "remembered the way he really was."

"He was the kind of guy where if you were walking down the street he'd never say, 'I'm a Yankee,'" he said. "He was not one to brag about where he'd been or what he'd done. He loved to laugh. He had a great sense of humor, sometimes dry."

With Pete Donohue, Alison Gendar, Jordan Lite and Peter Kadushin

Choosing where you are

By Forrest Hershberger
Journal-Advocate news editor
Wednesday, October 4, 2006 3:04 PM MDT

I was reminded of our political process Monday night while reviewing a price list of a local photographer.

The name of the photographer isn't important, nor is the reason I was looking at the price list. What stuck with me is the implication that if you didn't ask for it, you won't get it. This price list was an outline of photographs to be taken, duties to be done during a wedding.

Still not with me? Here it is. We have a multi-party system, although it is primarily a two-party system. The multi-party system is in place, a necessary part of our history, because those that left their European homelands didn't like being told how to think. In some cases, as is now in many countries, the vote is almost worthless because there is only one candidate.

Let's face it. In a discussion with at least two people there will be at least two opinions on most every subject. This is the simplest of math equations: One and one still make two. But, and this is especially true with the political process, discussions are dominated by the one the speaks the loudest or smoothest, and surrendered by the one that doesn't believe he counts or just doesn't care.

If I could collect a dollar for each time I've heard a person say they don't vote because it doesn't matter, well, the price of gasoline really wouldn't matter to me much.

I've heard philosophical thinkers say “you are where you are because you choose to be.” I can't say I always agree with that cliché. Sometimes you are where you are because you choose not to be somewhere else. One place I choose not to be is in a sea of self-pity after an election. If I didn't take the effort to vote, I have myself to blame first if the outcome is not what I want.

Logan County does not have a stellar record of voter turnout. Unfortunately, it is not alone. Logan County voter turnout for the 2000 primary was only 22 percent of all active voters; the general election increased to 69 percent. The 2002 primary improved, but still less than half; 42 percent showed for the primary and 56 percent for the general election. In 2004, the primary election had a turnout of 42 percent and the general election at 76 percent. The primary election held only a few weeks ago was still in the mid- to high 20s.

So, by statistics alone it appears as though voters assume the primary doesn't mean much, on top of a generally cynical outlook on the democratic system. The reality is the system is not that complicated. Regardless of whether you like the system, or the candidates, everyone who lives and breathes in Logan County, Colorado, and the United States, and can legally vote, ought to do so.

Yes, sometimes a voter feels like he or she is choosing between the best of the worst - without a doubt. However, that comment opens the door of the moral condition of society at large. The formula is simple: Get as much information as possible - newspapers, radio, television, voter booklets, your uncle Fred - it doesn't matter where, but get as much as you can. Then make your decision in the booth.

Don't forget. Northeast Colorado voters tipped the decision for Gov. Owens in his first bid for election - by only a few votes. Sometimes you are where you are because you choose to be there, and sometimes you are where you are because you didn't choose.

Well said, Mr Hershberger! I re-print this editorial because I hope that so many who have the privilege to vote will do so this November, using their right to bring about changes that we like to bellyache about. Now, lets get off our butts and do something about it!~ Whurlie

One major disservice I have provided myself, in the past, is the belief that all the little conversations and arguments that I carry on in my head are the true and final conclusions of what I should believe and embrace as the basis for my ethics and principles; my 'acts of confirmation', and when I have allowed this to happen, I find myself stuck in a rut. Simply because I somehow embraced these tenets at my beliefs, and I should be true to them, right? I mean, what would it say about me if I were to constantly change my mind about who I am and how I should behave as a person? I learned today that, maybe, what it would say about me is this:

I am a learning and growing human being.

With emphasis on the 'being', as my native heritage has recently taught me. If I don't grow and learn, I will stagnate; atrophy; shrivel up and die, mentally and spiritually.

It amazes me how much more I have learned in my lifetime since my 'learning years' when I should have spent more time learning about how to learn, not about how to assimilate myself into a society of snot-nosed, know-nothing peers who didn't have a clue, either! I was mostly a loner in school, but only because I didn't fit in any of the social molds that were available for assimilation. I grudgingly carved my own little niche as being 'unique', like so many others.

The hardest part about changing my beliefs is coming out of my comfort zone and making the new behaviors that I want to emulate a living breathing part of my daily life. "Walk the Talk" as they say. There it is again 'they'. The unnamed, yet esteemed, peers that I have used as the gauge for my personal expectations throughout most of my life.

Well, come to find out, 'they' are quite important but in a new perspective. Instead of looking for acceptance and love, I've discovered that in order to fulfill myself, I need to give acceptance and love to 'them'. All those unnamed and yet to be known who cross my path. Hmmmm, whodathunk!

Now that 'path' part is still something I'm deliberating, and it's a work in progress, so where it will finally lead me, I'm not able to say, but I can say that how I walk down that path is, at last, apparent to me, and this is what I'll make my focus, and grow in this knowledge, one step at a time.

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