Thursday, September 18, 2008

Things Not Easy to Understand...

This lovely young woman gave her life just a few weeks before her 21st birthday to help a complete stranger in distress in the early morning of Sunday September 14th, 2008.

In statements given by her family, Michelle "Tippy" Runkle was the type of person that would always befriend and stick up for the person that others turned away from. It was in such an act of attempting to help another that she gave her life.

My entire career as a fire fighter is based on my desire to live up to the ideal of selflessness and courage that this young woman displayed.

The group of us brought her body in a silent procession from the bank of Hominy Creek where the current had placed her, careful to carry her with the dignity she deserved.

I wish very badly that I could have met her under different circumstances. She is the type of person I would want my family to know and have as a friend. Her intentions had been to get a degree in Social Work. I have no doubt that she would have shed much light in that difficult profession, and been a desperately needed beacon of hope to people in a weary world.

Fool that I am, I was not aware that the brush I was clearing near the bank where she was found had poison ivy in it, much like I am sure that Michelle was not aware of the grave danger she faced when she stepped out of the safety of the vehicle she was in and moved toward a young man that was holding on for dear life near her. The deceptively swift and deadly water flowing underneath her feet was not forgiving, and swept her away no doubt before she had any idea what was happening. For my part, I have a bit of poison ivy on my arm while I ponder questions without answers...

I want very badly to make sense and find a purpose in the loss of this beautiful person, but I cannot...words and logic are clumsy and ineffective tools...truth and meaning are elusive despite my best efforts to find them as I write this...

However insignificant my place in her story, I will take a part of her with me, and hope that in my own life my actions can bear silent witness to a selfless act from a beautiful soul...


Monday, July 7, 2008

THAT'S OUR BOY--NEALE E. BOYD



I've had the pleasure of singing on stage at Carnegie Hall and the Kennedy Center with Neale, and the thing that is overpowering about him is the emotion that he exudes in any performance. It is far more potent in person than on a television or internet clip.

In Spain, the gypsies call it "duende." I'm not sure there is an accurate translation in English.

He's also a hell of a genuinely nice guy, and I am proud and inspired to see him making the leap to reach such a vast new audience.

Mark my words: in that audition the world has barely seen the tip of the iceberg of Neale E. Boyd...

Friday, June 27, 2008

Some Things From My Recent Brain...

Sometimes my mind has a tendency to wander at shift meetings in my job with the fire dept....














What Th-?! What is This Blog Thing?


Thus go I, Moondog, into the world of blogging....
What trials, tribulations, and adventures will befall me in this new realm?
I aeeein't sceert...