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Strange life& World


There is something about the world and life we life in today, I sit at my sorta, well, one one of my pet peeve cafe’s around town with free WiFi access to the internet and simple easy food to chow down on -But, there is something that has been intriguing me every since last week, when, I got the news that the house, that I have been living in for more than thirty-years since my Junior year in high school, went into Foreclosure and sold under the feet of both my Mother and myself.

A new era had begun, like it has been the start of World War III. But, that wasn’t the case – it was something very different – a scary tactic world to say.

Now with that in store, I have to do something! Something, that I’ve not done in so LONG – MOVE and find a NEW LIFE to live! It’s not that “The World Turns,” and draws life into the strange processes of life, which we shall call – “the ghetto!”

All in all, I may be old and still young at heart into my early 50’s, but the entire scenario and process is actually scaring the reality shit outta me, at least to say – because, this is something, no one should be going through and more.

To be honest and to tell you the truth folks, the reality we live in today, isn’t the reality we see on television and more, where crime drama’s get their cases solved each week by the show’s gumshoes and more – Even Richard Castle and Kate Beckett did the same thing week after week for eleven seasons at the 12th Precinct of the NYPD.

I’m trying to make good at the entire process and more, but for the reality and living daylights of me, the channeling doesn’t seem to be going as I expected from the start as there is either some good or there’s some bad out of it all? I keep telling myself, “take your pick and gamble the bets, Vegas style, baby!”, but it doesn’t always work that way, as it would with the late Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday marching on the case like prized winners in a recent tournament poker game.

I feel like, I’m setting myself up for another nerve wrecking ball challenge of a lifetime? How it will end and will there be any good out of it all? Only time will tell if the line of life will will lead the way to taking the Yellow brick road toward the “Wizard of Oz” or trailing it high and mighty somewhere in Kansas, the Scarecrow and Toto will have to settle for something better than Kansas and the wicked witches wrath of destruction, it’s all still a friggin legal ball game that is likely to see how the Cleveland Indian’s deal the end zone with the Chicago Cub’s in the World Series!

It’s only a matter of time, has I sit out in left field waiting for the smirking fly ball from home plate to hit home for a grand slam win!

Eight years and counting! Amazing.


February 2007
February 2007

Today, I mark the eighth anniversary of my Cochlear Implant.  Life couldn’t have been better than it has been in the last eight years. It’s amazing how well technology has come in less than ten years ago, when a decision was made to go from hearing aids to bionic technology, aka a Cochlear Implant.

amtraktrip-1.jpgWhere would I have been today – if I hadn’t chosen to get a Cochlear Implant back in 2007? Just a reminder to all, this anniversary date was for the day I had my surgery in 2007, the actually activation date took place two weeks later around the week of the 20th-22nd.

I’ll likely write-up a more detailed blog on the day my activation took place – even though, I’ve written about it several times through the years, but this time is likely to be more detail – perhaps, I might just make that into a small video on my YouTube Channel? We shall see?

Only God knows that answer, but the cards on the table were turned over on the stakes of gambling with life. A chance I took became an opportunity of life and a gamble that won on the merits of a jackpot of sorts, it seems to feel that way from the beginning, but the truth and honestly lies in the heart and soul.

I couldn’t have been happier today, than, I have been since that fateful day of my own infamy took place – I go under the knife and my whole world changes dramatically, that family and friends all have acknowledged that the transformation I took from the past life of thirty-nine years to heart and soul of eight years into a post era that for changed the lives of those I known my entire life comes to a crying stone and tears streamed into memories of the past as the future wanes forward into the twenty-first century.

It was a good choice and a wise one to begin with.

Birthday wishes make memories a suspense for life


Throughout the years, life has changed in many ways and means – yesterday, I celebrated my 48th birthday with less fanfare with mostly my folks, no siblings, cousins, friends or the sorts – just the good ole folks, three dogs and myself.

It was just something simple, simple treatment with a simple agenda in the works with a family dinner and playful time with the family dogs, afterwards in my parents back yard on a warm mild summer day – okay, make it cloudy and a threat of rain that actually arrived after I left for the bike ride home. I beat the downpour before it beat me, hooray!

But, there was something that my Mother had said to me, while we were both sitting out on the back patio watching the dogs play tag over an apple from their apple tree in the backyard, she had wished there had been more fanfare than it should’ve been – she had revealed that she wished there had been more fanfare of my birthday with my other family members, such as my cousins and second cousins from her side of the family and more.

But most of all, she had wished that my late Grandfather, Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle were all with us on my special day – but, the buck didn’t stop there either, she had wished and missed living out on the family ranch, my grandparents bought during World War II in Douglas County, Oregon.

The peacefulness and quiet calms of the countryside reminded her of some much needed silence of the Oregon countryside, she and I once lived before moving to the big city in my early years of life.

I spent much of my life without my biological father in my earlier years of life – something she had wished in life, that could have bonded between us in my early years of life, but it never happened. She probably feels the agony that she had done something to make things more merrier to a single child she bore to the gift of life.

I’m sitting here thinking? As I bask into my late forties and nearing my fifties in a couple of years down the road, if the reality of ever meeting my own father would make the merrier of rounds and the sound senses of life between the two of us.

Not, only that she worries, but wonders, if the day will ever come to see the happiness of lost smiles and the joys of a time with my father and I could have spent together, including that with my half brother and any other siblings, I’ve not met as a part of my father’s family namesake and the name I carry of his heritage.

As she said, “if he’s still alive, it would be nice to see you too together,” she said as we continued watching the dogs play and fight over their apples with one another.

A cherished life with many memories in the making, I’ve often dwelled in suspense with life wondering and if the sudden dreams of family members wanting me to see a closed path to a missing chapter in my own life will ever be written into the book of life? Perhaps that’s up to the man upstairs – I can only wonder at this point, until the day actually becomes a reality in my own eyes.

The good ole days: “A Wonderful Life”


Childhood memories make great Christmas stocking stuffers. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been slacking with a severe case of Hawaiian punch. “No, I’ve not been drinking a television commercial folks.” A recent childhood best friend revealed to me via email that, I’ve been slacking on the blog lately and “I’ve been deadbeat slow,” as he said, from Maui, Hawaii, where he now lives with his girlfriend Naomi.

The two recently, moved to Maui during and settled for some prime sand off the coast of Maui. But, all this slacking has given me, a 360 degree dose of Writer’s and blogger’s block these past few weeks – even though, I’ve been trying to work on a Christmas theme type blog piece – but, getting the right inspiring thought and topic, hadn’t been the greatest use of my writing and blogging time – most of it, still has to do with the recent death of my dog back in October.

Now, about that childhood memory – Even, Garrett is watching my blog closely from Maui, just to make sure, I’m blogging and writing, not slacking like an idiot! “Slimy beach bastard..!” “No, pun dude, just a laugh jerker from the Northwest, it ain’t easy when you run out of topics to write about, blogging-wise.”

One of the childhood memories, Garret brought up during a recent email exchange between the two of us from his home in Hawaii was, the way we used to play to play together as kids, in the likes of being “Firemen!” It was during the early 1970’s, when a popular television show was shown weekly, on NBC called “Emergency!” The series changed the lives of children watching an action drama series about two fictional Los Angeles County Fire Department Paramedics, “John Gage and Roy Desoto” and their friends of the fictional L.A. County Fire Station 51 in Carson City, Ca., just outside of Los Angeles.

Garrett, Myself and a few other neighborhood boys used to play Firemen, all the time and used my parents green sofa as the basis of a “hook and ladder truck,” at the time. I started to shed some tears, as I read his email and reflected a flashback of the time, which suddenly came alive as I continued to read his email. I had forgotten about the memory of us playing firemen together and several of our friends in the early 1970’s. “How, in the hell, a blogger and writer like Me, would forgot such a childhood memory in the course of my adult lifetime,” I asked myself while reading his email?

The silent voices from my head tell me – “Newton, you’re a friggin’ slacker of memory chips!” Go figures, I’m thinking, I must be a slacker idiot to begin with! Sheesh, thanks Jaros for mentioning it, by the way – “Your right, I have been slacking lately.”

But, the one thing for sure, the the drama series led to my career in being a volunteer firefighter and for more years, than, I can swing an axe with in my adult life today. In fact there’s a little history behind the “Station 51” on the show of “Emergency!” as it aired on NBC in the 1970’s. Something, that Garrett would be amazed about as he reads this blog post! “You didn’t think, I’d go that far did you dude?” “Figured that..!”

At the time, the Los Angeles County Fire Department didn’t have a “Station 51” at the time series was on the air, however, L.A. County Fire Station 127 was the “stand-in” at the time of the show. Decades, later, the very same fire station, which now operates as L.A.Co. Fire Dept., Station 127 and finally, the Fire Dept., built a real “Station 51” near Universal Studios with Engine 51, Squad 51 and Cart 51 at the Universal Lot and is a functional operating Fire Station of the L.A. Co. Fire Department – the tourist trams of the studio goes right by the fire station, I’m told and what I’ve heard and read about the history of behind Station 127 and Station 51.

The original apparatus’s used in the show have been retired from service and can be seen at the Los County Fire Department Museum in Los Angeles.

The memory of two Oregon boys, who became best friends for life with memories abound, hasn’t faded with one of them and the other still looses the charm of memory and slacking in his adult life of a memory childhood, nearly drained from the fuel tanks of life, has once again fueled his debate between choices of life.

I haven’t heard such stories of my childhood for years and decades to that have gone by without notice and fanfare. This particular memory, made me swell a few tears or gotten me into a little emotional little state of memory nearly lost in the memories of my childhood to adult life. It’s the reality of life, when your childhood was once a cherished memory – later in life in your adult lie it becomes a cherished memory the million dollar smile, that had been nearly forgotten.

It was 1970’s, when three young neighborhood boys became my best friends for life, Steven, David, Garret and I couldn’t have had a better childhood, than most of us would’ve imagined. Even though, we’ve gone separate ways in our adult lives and I still see Steve and David, occasionally via social media and in person.

Its one of those things in life that you utterly forget from time to time, until a close friend brings you the surprising gift of memory and later, you get it confirmed by your own mother. “An incredible journey of memory.” Some specific things, I utterly can remember, other’s have faded into the achieves of life.

Perhaps, this is what Christmas is all about? The castaway of life? The ultimate gift of life and memory? As George Bailey’s Guardian Angel, “Clarence” wrote in George’s Bible, in the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “Remember, no man is a failure that has friends.” Clarence could be right all along in today’s reality of life. I couldn’t have agreed with Clarence on that statement, he made to George Bailey in his bible left atop a basket of money. Even, though, I would bet the dollar of bets, my own guardian angel would literally say the same thing, as if he or her were watching over my shoulder, while writing this blog post.

In fact, “it is a Wonderful Life,” as I come to think of it – “life can be the greatest test of all mankind,” even though, I’m still learning new things about my childhood, that has begotten me in my adult life. It’s all good and a great laugh track with a good friend on the islands.

Thanks for the buttercup of memory, dude, you just made the smiles of my Christmas in the memories of our childhood together – how inspiring can that be to one’s life as we grow older as Writers.

This blog article is Copyrighted by Jeff Newton@2012

Thanksgiving brings out the masses in Cochlear Implants


freedom processor  Thanksgiving has a lot of interesting “thanksgiving’s” in a whole lot of ways. During the Thanksgiving holiday, there was an interesting series of events that took place. While my parents and I decide to furlough the pains and liberty of baking and cooking a full course Thanksgiving meal, we decided to head out to our favorite eatery – HomeTown Buffet.

Deliciously cooked and good as if it were cooked at home, My appetite was happy toward the end. But, an interesting series of events took place, even before we left the restaurant and headed home. I encountered a sighting (not Bigfoot, UFO or Alien), but, that of a young boy, no more than three or four years old and he amazed me at his young age with bilateral Cochlear Implants. I myself wear a CI as well, but, this young boy brought smiles to both Me and my Mother’s faces as we ate our dinner.

Flashbacks of my own childhood struggling with hearing loss once again reminded me of the hardships of growing up for more than, forty-four years, thirty-nine at the time of my CI surgery in 2007. But, this little guy had story – a story, I hadn’t had forty years earlier, a Cochlear Implant. Amazingly, how technology has advanced over the years, since, I wore my first hearing aids bilaterally in both ears.

When, I decided to get up and make another round for the dinner plate, I approached his father and asked him about his hearing loss and his bilateral CI’s. I had learned he had been implanted at age six months. I had seen children implanted shortly after birth, but, not at the age of my own childhood, years earlier.

The advancement of technology has advanced so much, that Cochlear Implants are getting smaller and smaller each year as technology becomes more advanced, that one day, you won’t even see a person with a CI externally, but, internally with the possibility of a remote control to power the implant off and on and to change programs in one’s hearing capacity, has I do now with my CI alone.

But – check this out, this young boy’s entire family had a history of hearing loss, as well! – several of them wearing CI’s and hearing aids. Just before, we were to call it a night, the boy’s “grandfather” came up to me and asked my about my own Cochlear Implant and asked me all sorts of questions and more. Since, I work and volunteer as a Cochlear Awareness Support Volunteer with the Cochlear Awareness Network and Cochlear Corporation – it suddenly became a “Cochlear Awareness Network Thanksgiving,” at the end.

My friends are always telling me, the Cochlear Implant is a “girl magnet!” I’m not too sure about that one, but, it does become a “public relations magnet” of it’s own from time to time. Believe me, one of my high school buddies, still can’t believe it, either and he’s still amazed at the advancement of technology himself. Go figures, “Crash Newton” has struck again with the Vegas bookies, I tell him from time to time from Maui, Hawaii.

If it wasn’t for my hearing loss, life would’ve been a different perspective to being with – but, as life is given to me from above in the heavens, it has brought wonderful memories of life in general. I couldn’t have been happier in life, than, I was nearly forty-five years ago in the late 1960’s, when my life story took on a whole new chapter in life. Perhaps this is “Chapter Two?” – not the movie with James Caan and Marcia Mason.

But, Chapter Two itself – but, one can never know, until they get to heaven and asking the heavenly saints of life in a universe full of amazing people that has passed on for generations.

It’s interesting though, because people have a different lifestyles with different chapters to being with. It’s only a perspective, a serious perspective. I couldn’t have enjoyed it more, than, writing about it. “It’s a whole new experience still and a whole new life,” as I tell others about having a Cochlear Implant, today, tomorrow and the next few months and more. My grandfather was always right, it was his dream to see me hear again, but, he never lived to see it or did my Aunt and Uncle, but, My grandmother did, before she passed away in 2010.

Heavenly, as I keep thinking, God and the universe keeps doing amazing with life and for that matter, it’s my only cue with a story to tell, an amazing story and for that matter – “that’s a wrap folks.”