How Ron Paul, the Philadelphia Flyers and Falling Off a Bridge Saved My Soul – Part 3

How Ron Paul, the Philadelphia Flyers and Falling Off a Bridge Saved My Soul – Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 The bridge I worked on in New York City was movable.  It rotated about its center. We were at the end of the project so I spent a lot of my time alone.  I had to take some measurements one day from inside the bridge where the steel beams ran.  There was about a four foot drop so you really had to be careful while you were in there.  I miss-stepped and landed hard on one foot.  My back and legs felt severe pain.  I felt embarrassed, so I shook it off and forgot about it.  Months later I started to date the woman who would become my wife.  She was worried about my health, she was an organic vegetarian and got me to stop eating so bad and drinking so much.  In a couple months I dropped 30 pounds.  One night while on the bridge I felt for the first time what I later pieced together was...
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How Ron Paul, the Philadelphia Flyers and Falling Off a Bridge Saved My Soul – Part 2

Part 1 It was the last game of the regular season for my team, the Philadelphia Flyers, in 2010.  They were playing their fierce rival, the New York Rangers. It was a very important game because whomever won would go to the Stanley Cup playoffs, the loser would go to the golf course.  After three periods and an overtime, there was still not a winner.  This meant the game would go into a shootout. The Flyers were awful at shootouts, all year I watched them lose to a shootout.  The Rangers on the other hand, were one of the best in the League in the shootout, my team was as good as done. I was watching the game at my parents' house with my cousin.  Things had started to settle down after my grandmother passed away.  My cousin and I were nervously awaiting the shootout when my Mom got home from some retreat.  She told me she brought back some rosaries, and...
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How Ron Paul, the Philadelphia Flyers and Falling Off a Bridge Saved My Soul – Part 1

How Ron Paul, the Philadelphia Flyers and Falling Off a Bridge Saved My Soul – Part 1

In light of a recent attack on my beloved libertarianism by the Pope, I have decided this was a good time to write about how I turned my life around. I had heard about Ron Paul on a train heading into New Jersey from Philadelphia on my way home from college during the 2008 election cycle. I was never one to pay much attention to politics and voiced my frustration at people trying to get me to choose a side, "I think they are all [donkeys]!" I would say.  That's when a friend told me to check out Ron Paul, he was different.  He told me a little more but I wasn't comprehending what he was saying.  I ended up voting for Ron Paul in the primaries, but for Obama in the final vote.  I wasn't fully convinced that Ron Paul was telling the truth, I saw McCain as just another Bush, so I said to myself "If Obama gets in...
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What ‘Death to Smoochy’ can teach Prodigal Catholics

I recently watched an older movie named Death to Smoochy.  It starred Robin Williams, Ed Norton, Danny DeVito and a bunch more.  It was about a wannabe kids star, think Barney but with a Rhino named Smoochy.  He was plucked up by a mob type kids programming ring after their best star got arrested.  Hilarity ensued and the good guy somehow wins in the end. What got my attention had nothing to do with the plot or anything to do with religion.  There was a scene where Smoochy the Rhino was out to lunch with another character and was asking for some weird vegany food.  Ended up with black stuff all over his teeth and was pretty much laughed at by everyone.  This movie was released in 2002.  It wasn't that long ago that organic foods and healthy snacks was something only complete weirdos were into.  Now, it's gone mainstream. It got me thinking about the state of the Catholic Church.  I...
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A Lesson in Hate

One of the events that marked the beginning of my prodigal life was when I decided that it was right to have hatred in my heart for certain members of my family.  It shook my faith.  I stopped going to church. I started hanging out with people who had no religion.  I drank too much.  I used women.  Eventually I looked back at myself and realized that through my hatred, I had become the very thing I hated so many years before. A Prodigal Catholic. I see this dynamic in the "politically correct" arena of society, mostly the so-called "left" or "liberal" spheres.  I see a hatred of Christianity.  The Catholic Church is hated even by other "Christian" religions.  I remember back in my school days learning about how the Catholic Church hinders scientific progress;  how backwards ideas from popes and priests were the cause for such calamity;  that the churches intolerance led to the cruel punishment of many.  These ideas...
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Scientists aren’t the only one’s who play God.

Embryonic Stem Cells and Cloning are two big topics that  question the limits to what humans should be pursuing.  The idea that these scientists are trying to play God is nothing new.  But I want to look at a group of people who gave themselves the ability to literally create something out of nothing.  This creation effects the livelihood of virtually everyone on Earth. With this power come winners and losers, and the great majority of people are definitely not winners.  These people I am referring to are Central Bankers. Money is something we use everyday.  We go to work and expect that we are paid in a sum of money.  But what is money? --It all started with the trade of one good for another, the barter economy.  Over time, some products became preferred over others.  Eventually, gold was the go-to product to be traded everywhere.  But as governments grew larger, so did the need to buy things that were more...
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My Grandmothers Final Moments

My Grandmothers Final Moments

I have been thinking a lot about my grandmother who died while I was in my prodigal years.  The weekend before she died I had a feeling that I should go see her.  I made plans with her to visit that Sunday. Instead of going to see her, I went to the bar the night before and drank so much I was too hungover to go. Later that week I received a phone call from my father that she had been in a car accident and wasn't doing well.  When I got to the hospital she was hooked to a breathing tube and couldn't talk.  I walked up to see her and when she looked at me it was as if she didn't know who I was. If she did know who I was, she didn't look too happy to see me.  I left the room feeling awful.  My brother in law, a churchgoing man, had gone in after me. I...
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