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Today’s Positive Thought

Tday Flwrs   Today’s Positive Thought is by Jay.

There are times we need to retreat to our inner cave and realize our worthiness to live a better life in order to release whatever we are holding onto that is keeping us where we are…time to let go of anger, hate, upset, negativity, etc. be it toward ourself or others or a situation-personal and/or professional.  There will be tears and a feeling of relief and perhaps it will be accompanied by sadness as we say goodbye to the old ways that have held us back…a symbolic death and rebirth to a new and more vibrant life.  Where I live it is Spring, and life is expressing itself by the beautiful rebirth of colors in the flowers, trees and in the bright sunny days with a gentle caressing breeze filled with the aroma of life.  Let the beauty of Spring and rebirth fill you and guide you into a new way of living and expressing your life.  Jay

 

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A Walk in New York, Sept. 11, 2001, Remembering

  

Dedicated To

My Cousin,  A Firefighter

The Heroes  And Those Who Lost Their Lives On This Infamous Day 

I have just returned from a trip, which included a stay in New York City. On our ride from the airport to the hotel in midtown, we looked out across the river at the majestic New York skyline.  The Empire State Building, standing tall and proud punctuated the sunset of bright pinks, oranges and grays, its upper stories bathed in red, white and blue lights.  To the far right, in the financial district, a gaping hole, evidence of the destroyed World Trade twin towers.  As we pointed out the WTC area a hush fell over us, a usually joking and laughing group.  It was an especially sobering experience for me, a native transplanted to the south.

When I was informed of this trip I told my wife I was going to go to Ground Zero to pay my respects and pray for those who were killed, also, to give thanks for all the heroes who were and are still at this site of horrific devastation.

On my way to the office I met a co-worker.  As the conversation turned to; “Where are you going?” I said,New York City, and that I was going to Ground Zero.  Our short conversation ended with him asking me to ‘shed a tear’ for him.  My friend, I shed many a tear at Ground Zero, as am I in writing this story.

When we arrived at our hotel each of us went out on our own.  We were to meet the next morning to go to Ground Zero.

Slowly walking down 8th Ave., I felt a difference in this city that never sleeps.  The aura of this city was not the same I knew as a boy or adult.  A clear and heavy hand reached down and touched my soul that evening.  Continuing my evening walk, the street and sidewalks were empty, I paused at a restaurant with a lighted sign at the door stating dinner specials, at the bottom in large writing it read, “Donations accepted here for WTC fund,” underneath it was a pink heart, I wiped away my tears.  Yes, this city had changed at the very depths of its being.

Standing at the corner of 8th and 50th I phoned my wife to share with her my evening experiences and the dramatic change in the aura of this great city.

The next morning we took the A train to Canal St.  As we walked up the stairs to street level the faint odor of smoke grew stronger.

We passed a dirty red brick building, a two-story handmade sign hung from the windows, it read, “I LOVE NY & HEROES,” a chill ran up and down my spine.  

As we walked, each block taking us closer, the odor of smoke intensified.  The sight of ashes on windows and buildings was now obvious.

Walking around City Hall droplets of ash and water fell upon us from the window washing crews.

Blown out windows, tarps on the sides of buildings, security personnel in greater numbers; the outer edge of a war zone.

Down to Wall St.  As we continued our walk, the strong odor of smoke assualted our nostrils, ash covered buildings filled our line of sight.

Our first sight of Ground Zero was minimal.  The more we walked, the more we saw.  A clothing store with a half-open door still had clothes on the display racks from September 11th layered in a beige ash.  Windows, which once displayed glittering jewelry held black velvet covered in the ashes of death and senseless destruction.

I was oblivious to my co-workers, the crowd and the noise.  All I could say was, “Oh my God,” as we walked the fenced perimeter.  Workers filed in and out of this secured area.  A haggard firefighter walked by, wiping dust from his brow.

Numbed by what I saw I could not believe the vast destruction.  My mind and emotions were overwhelmed.  We passed fences with posters, pictures, flowers and prayers attached to them, candles flickering in the morning breeze on the sidewalks with prayer cards at their bases, all along the fenced off areas.

Standing at a barricade I leaned forward watching our flag proudly wave in the wind over the rubble that was once the WTC, tears began to flow.  I prayed for all.

Phoning my wife at work I told her I was at Ground Zero watching the cranes remove twisted steel and concrete.  To my right the remnant of a building, steel beams twisted and misshapen.  Tears flowed.  I told her I’d call her back.  My sobbing was uncontrollable.

There was a large bronze memorial statue by our hotel, dedicated to all the rescue workers.  It portrayed an exhausted firefighter down on one knee.  Candles, flowers and prayers covered the platform.  My eyes filled, I blinked back my tears.

Unkown to me at the time my cousin, a firefighter in midtown, died trying to get people out of the towers.

A Walk In New York

A Walk In New York

     In Memory of my cousin Sam, FDNY, his fellow firefighters at Engine 54, 4 Truck, Batt. 9, Pride Of  Midtown, the fallen of the FDNY, NYPD and all who gave their lives on this infamous day. 

      I have just returned from a trip, which included a stay in New York City.

      On our ride from the airport to the hotel in midtown, we looked out across the river at the majestic New York skyline.  The Empire State Building, standing tall and proud punctuated the sunset of bright pinks, oranges and grays, the upper stories bathed in red, white and blue lights.  To the far right, in the financial district, a gaping hole, evidence of the destroyed World Trade twin towers.  As we pointed to the WTC area a hush fell over us, a usually joking and laughing crew on a four day trip.  It was an especially sobering experience for me, a New Jersey native transplanted to the south.

      When I had picked up this trip I told my wife I was going to Ground Zero to pay my respects and pray for those who were killed, also, to give thanks for all the heroes who were and are still at this site of horrific devastation.

      On my way to check in for this trip I met a captain I know, as our conversation turned to, “Where are you laying over?”  I said, “New York City,” and mentioned I was going to Ground Zero.  Our short conversation ended with him asking me to “shed a tear” for him.  My friend, I shed many a tear at Ground Zero, as am I in writing this article.

      When we arrived at our hotel each of us went out on our own.  We were to meet the next morning at 10 a.m. to go to Ground Zero.

       Slowly walking down 8th Ave., I felt a difference in this city that never sleeps.  The aura of this city was not the same I knew as a boy or adult.  A clear and heavy hand reached down and touched my soul that evening.  Continuing my evening walk, the street was virtually pedestrian and traffic free,  I paused at a restaurant with a lighted sign at the door stating dinner specials, at the bottom in large writing it read, “Donations accepted here for WTC fund,” underneath it was a pink heart, I wiped away my tears.  Yes, this city had changed at the very depths of its being.

      Standing on the corner of 8th and 50th I phoned my wife to share with her my evening experiences and the dramatic change in the aura of this great city.

    The next morning we took the A train to Canal Street.  When the doors opened at our stop the faint odor of smoke filled the car.  As we walked up the stairs to street level the odor of smoke grew stronger.

    We passed a high rise red brick building, a two story handmade sign hung from the windows, it read, “I LOVE NY & HEROES,” a chill ran up and down my spine.

    As we walked, each block taking us closer, the odor of smoke intensified.  The sight of ashes on windows and buildings was now obvious.

    Walking around City Hall droplets of water and ash fell upon us from the window washing crews. 

    Blown out windows, tarps on the side of buildings, security personnel in greater numbers; the outer edge of a war zone. 

    Down to Wall Street.  As we continued our walk, the strong odor of smoke filled our nostrils, as ash covered buildings filled our line of sight.

    Our first sight of Ground Zero was minimal.  The more we walked, the more we saw.  As I passed a clothing store I looked in the half open door, clothes still on the racks layered in beige ash from the attack on September 11th .  Windows, which once displayed glittering jewelry, held black velvet covered in the ashes of death and senseless destruction.

    I was oblivious to my fellow crew members, the crowd and the noise.  All I could say was, “Oh my God,” as we walked the fenced perimeter.  Workers filed in and out of this secured area.

   A haggard firefighter walked by, wiping dust from his brow.

   Numbed by what I saw I could not believe the vast destruction.  My mind and emotions were overwhelmed.

   We passed fences with posters, pictures, flowers and prayers attached to them.  Along the fenced off areas were candles flickering in the morning breeze on the sidewalks with prayer cards at their bases.

  Standing at a barricade I leaned forward watching our flag proudly wave in the wind over the rubble that was once the WTC, tears began to flow.  Through the tears I prayed for all.

  Phoning my wife at work I told her I was at Ground Zero watching the cranes remove twisted steel and concrete.  To my right the remnant of a building, steel beams twisted and misshapen.  Tears flowed; I told her I’d call her back.  My sobbing was uncontrollable.

  There was a large bronze memorial statue by our hotel, dedicated to all the rescue workers.  It portrayed an exhausted firefighter down on one knee.  Candles, flowers and prayers covered the platform.  My eyes filled, blinking back tears I walked to our van to head back to the airport, it was a quiet and long ride.

  Unknown to me at the time my cousin, a firefighter in midtown-Engine 54, 4 Truck, died getting people out of the towers.

This may only be reproduced in any media or medium with the expressed permission and authorization of the author. Jay                       

To reblog please ask in comment section and I will reply.  Jay  

           

           

 

  

                          

            ©2001 J. Cannizzaro

 

 

 

 

              

Miracles

   Miracles.  Many years ago there were a few of us who entered the ministry within a few months of each other.  One of those was our friend, Rev. Helen; she, at that time, had a church in Hawaii.  While we were on holiday there we met for lunch one day.  As a preface to this let me state, we were/are practitioners of a spiritual healing technique call Spiritual Mind Treatment.  In order to enter the ministry one had to have proof of at least three individual documented case histories that had a healing; with doctor confirmation that the condition no longer existed, or other verifiable documentation. Helen, being innovative and one to speak her mind, called miracles “ordinaries,” as they happen all the time in life, both my wife and I were really impressed with her new word and shared it with my congregation upon our return home. 

Miracles are “Ordinaries” in which both of us believe as well as Divine Intervention.

Just look at what we say when we find a parking space near a mall entrance at holiday times, “It’s a miracle I found this space.”  Think about it…how many times do you say, “It’s a miracle,” more than once in awhile I’ll wager.   

Some years ago I saw an older gent collapse, through all this we had direct eye contact, a doctor who saw the event took his vitals and told those who were there to render aid that the older gentleman had passed on; no attempt to revive him.  Having worked in a hospital I was familiar with the look of death in the eyes, which he had. Still maintaining eye contact and as many watched the goings on his body suddenly arched and life returned to him and his eyes.  It was not his time and that my friends, was an awe inspiring experience for me. Miraculous, yes, it was an Oh My God Moment to the nth degree. 

Miracles are not out of the ordinary, in fact throughout the ages we have been told that we are capable of many things and are powerful if we have but the “faith of a grain of mustard seed.”   The miracles we seek are at our finger tips, so to speak, the miracle power resides within our hearts and minds. The miracle is but our recognition of the divine power within us to bring forth that which we have believed without question.

Take time to consider your inner power, the power of your spoken word, and ability within you to live the life you choose, to be as successful as you desire, to be; prosperous, wealthy, healthy, and the like.  Focus on where you want to go and stop looking at what you don’t want. Give your undivided attention to your forward moving desire/goal and stay the course.  I paraphrase Isaiah, “So shall my word go forth to accomplish that for which it was sent and it shall not return unto me void.”

By no means are you ordinary.  You are an extraordinary expression of Life Itself, experiencing lots and lots of wonderful “ordinaries.”

In loving recognition and memory of a very dear friend, Rev. Helen.

Jay

Hi

   Hi Everyone,

I am not one who shares personal information…yet today I want to share a few details in light that it can help you or someone you know who is in a quandary about where to go in life. 

Last year I had a full respiratory arrest, in a coma and there was a bit of time that oxygen was cut off to my brain, no major damage but just a twinge, so I have had to learn to deal with that uniqueness.  It has taken an abundance of determination, facing challenges, and allowing me to experience whatever it was I needed to experience to get to where I want to go.  Slight as it may be it still has had a profound affect on all things in my life.  From these experiences I have gained better insight and understanding of myself as me.  Decisions have not been easy for me and things I used to do in a twinkling of an eye, well, took a very long time to accomplish, outside my norm.  

This blog was my first step to regaining my creativity and life, literally. 

Newness is in my life.  As I am gaining more strength and mental determination, coming into my own so to speak, choices/decisions have been made and are now taking form.  I have made a decision to follow childhood dreams and resurrect my acting and writing careers.  I have had a 36 year hiatus from the stage and 20 years from television.  Looking at some head and body shots from decades ago of a slimmer and full head of hair me, my wife and I just laugh and wonder where the hair went…ah, genetics.

Determination has been revived and new plans of action are taking place for the acting and writing careers.  In order to get my feet wet; before I reactivate my union membership and secure talent and literary agents, community theatre is my start.   

Being a motivational speaker, writer, columnist, retired minister, and host/interviewer/creator/producer for two cable television shows all have been good prep work and stepping stones back to the fields I love and enjoy.

Looking back at my past accomplishments has enlightened and also astonished me…I forgot so much of what I did way back when.  How about you? Have you looked back at your past accomplishments, talents and abilities that have been in memory storage?  Take a bit of time and look back by creating a resume of your accomplishments.  If you are like me it will perk you up, spur you onward and forward.  It was in looking back that a boost of self-confidence filled my heart, my mind and my soul to pursue this new direction and it will for you too.

Don’t be like me and wait until you have that brush/experience with death to follow your dream(s).  Why not take a stab at something new and express your talents and abilities, dabble and get your feet wet, experience a new way of living and being; for that which is inside you is aching to be expressed.  Take a chance on yourself and allow yourself to be the you, you really are.  Know that to you all things are possible.

To all of you, thank you for being there and being part of my growth and continued growthI can’t tell you how important your support has been and is to me.  As the writing continues and new goals/ pursuits are achieved you will be one of the first to know.

Enter stage right…  

Jay   (I have just received a phone call informing me of a role in, The Odd Couple.)     

On My Death And Living

On my death and living.  Last year I died of a full respiratory arrest.  I was revived, placed in a coma with two days to live.

Over the course of the past year plus the challenges I have had due to this incident have allowed me to grow on personal, professional and spiritual levels.

Having been on the other side and enjoying it before being pulled back into my body, it changes you in many ways.  It really wasn’t my time to die; my life here apparently has more to do and achieve.  Giving up was not an option, persistence and determination, diligence and the like were and are part of my daily routine, as is meditation.   We can’t afford to give up on ourselves no matter what comes down the pike because we are wonderful creative expressions of life  itself worthy of greater good and well-being.      

The posts/articles on the PCA blog are to convey the beauty and spectacular beings we really are and the power that resides within us and is us and that to us all is possible.

Always remember, you are greater than you think you are and  you can achieve whatever you put your mind to, believe me.

Jay

Articles, Columns & Book

 Hi All,

     In recent weeks I have received e-mails inquiring about writing for publications, print and online; and if I am available for speaking engagements.  The answer to both inquiries is, yes.  In my previous life I have written columns and articles for local, state, national and international publications.  Speaking engagements have ranged in attendance to over 600 people. To contact me please use the comment section with your contact information and I will respond, your comment will not be published.

   There have also been requests to put a book together…which is now in the planning stages…thank you to all who have given me the push to move back into being published.  Once I get to the final draft the search for a literary agent and publisher will begin. 

   Your input is welcomed. If you would like to submit a topic as an idea for a blog article please submit it via comments. 

   I truly appreciate all of you, more than you can imagine.

   Thank you to all who: follow, bookmark, re-blog PCA articles, let others know of this blog by e-mail, forwarding articles, social media sites and just for visiting.

  The past year has been a rough one for me and your being part of my physical recovery and cathartic journey is beyond words, thanks for your support, from the depths of my heart.

   Jay

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