Chad Hunter's Blog, page 5
April 19, 2016
Maybe treasure but definitely a heart of gold
A vast mateys!
Enjoy this heart-warming story about a man fighting cancer while dressed as a pirate to cheer up others while undergoing chemotherapy.
He may be dressed like a pirate but he’s a hero at heart. Read on.
April 9, 2016
Avast me hearties!
Hi all, starting this weekend, the social media blitz for my latest novel Windsong & Requiem – Of a Great Deep begins! So my usual abnormal observations about life will be intermingled with promotion of the novel. Stick around and discover the pirate and swashbuckler within!
Chad
March 20, 2016
March 13, 2016
Black Parakeet EXCERPT -“Nighttime Tag-a-long” and “Bumps in my night”
I grew up in a church. At night I often feared the bodies that stayed overnight for morning funerals. My brother told me not to fear the dark but some terrors hold on more than sibling reasoning…
I knew I would hear the creak of the casket. Bumps in my night. The fine and shined wood would whine its message of my impending doom. Then, the slam of the wooden door that led to the stairwell with the metal frames on each stair ledge.
STEP… STEP… STEP…
I would hear as the old man’s dress shoes echoed in that Godforsaken passageway. Possibly even, I would listen to rasping breaths taken from cobwebbed lungs and sewn-shut mouth.
He would reach the door. The very same door that led directly to our basement. Where I slept…
…The dead old man….!
Jamie snapped me out of my delirium. I rolled over with my impending zombie death in the bedroom we shared. Even sleeping in the same room was not enough. I jumped into his bed at every chance.
My brother asked me why the blackness scared me. I barely caught his question, he was partially asleep and I was listening for my undead killer.
“Because…” I began, “There are monsters in the dark and I can’t see them.”
He looked at me and said “Then they can’t see you either.”
I paused.
I thought about my brother’s words and they worked. Jamie had fought off the bumps in my night and the things under my bed. Off his bravery, I was no longer afraid.
But I got older and realized you never saw monsters stumble in the dark. You never saw Dracula swearing at coffee tables he tripped over at night.
Great quote -“Who told you…?”
“Who told you it couldn’t be done, and what great achievements has he performed that qualified him to set up limitations for you?”
March 6, 2016
Payday candy bars & Humans connected
Awhile ago I broke my oh-so-precious sea-shell like root canal tooth on a Payday candy bar.
This sent me to my dentist, a very nice man with a world of experiences – most of which are different than mine.
During our pleasantries and small talk, he asked about my family and I asked about his. It was then that he told me about the very recent passing of his brother.
And my dentist who lived X while I lived Y, my dentist who was from wherever while I was from over here, was now the exact same person as I. Because he now knew the stabbing pain of sibling grief – the same hole-boring shock I experienced thirteen years ago when I lost my sister Val.
So we talked. I gave my sympathies and told him about my experiences and my path. I gave him (hopefully) helpful points about the days ahead of him. We were now not different at all but instead members of the same club – a membership which lasts a lifetime.
After the drilling and that weird blue-light gun, I prepared to leave. I gave my sympathies one last time and the dentist thanked me and told me something which reminded me of all human connectedness – he said my talk with him had made him “feel better.”
And I remember when people talked to me after I lost Val. People who had been in the club before me. Their words and their advice had made me “feel better.” For that moment, they and I were humans connected.
So for at least the next 24 hours, do not look at people as this or that, colors or beliefs, political parties or national status. See them as they truly are – the same as you – humans connected. And let this perspective open your eyes beyond any -isms and stupidity, rat race and all other races – see that we’re all trying to make it and we could all use a hand.
And get yourself a Payday candy bar… because I’m swearing them off. I only have so many teeth.
May 18, 2015
Pirates!
March 10, 2015
February 14, 2015
Creative curse! Two books want to be written at the same time!
Some people fight it. Some are able to navigate the fathomless depths. Me? I'm going to give in. Maybe I've got gills after all.
