IS THIS PERSON MAD OR SHOULD WE FEEL SAD OR MAY BE HE IS JUST STUPID CERTAINLY NOT CUPID

IS THIS PERSON MAD

OR SHOULD WE FEEL SAD

OR MAY BE HE IS JUST STUPID

CERTAINLY NOT CUPID.

Perhaps this should have been titled, all the funny things that happened to him. In those days, nobody talked about drugs. By the time he had moved to a new land he had broken some 13 bones all over his body. Crazy acts done with sheer carelessness. One night coming home from courting his only ever girl friend his car stalled as he swung up the hill to drive into their driveway. At 2.00 am the Crazy could not start the car. (Battery was shot.) Woke his father up and asked for help. Son said “Dad, just get in the car and steer, I will push” Father knew best and car started rolling down the hill. The Crazy had to stop this runaway, dropped in front of the wheels of the car and, effectively it stopped the car. But three of his ribs were broken. Last bones to be broken. His wife has always said she stopped all the broken bones.

A long time ago I knew this person, who I considered to be mad or just stupid. That will have to be left up to you. This guy was work crazy, did not appear to stay home, to cut the lawn, look after the children or even wash the car.

He informed me that his working life commenced at 13 years of age. He would come home from school and instead of sitting down doing his homework. He went out helping people by doing odd jobs around their home. He was paid 6 pence for 2 hours of lawn cutting. (Never cut the lawns at his mother’s home.)

He did inform me that the reason for this odd behaviour, was his Mother and Father were relocating to another Country. He had to help pay towards his fare to this other Country.

In due course they arrived in a new land and this 15 year old kid went to work for a Newspaper in a big city. (By his Standards) Nine months later there was newspaper shortage throughout the world and this newspaper sacked all their copy boys or girls. Tough cheese, he did not seem that upset by the dismissal.

He managed to secure a position as a trainee window dresser and 18 months latter was asked to change the window after hours for a large promotion, taking place the next day. The window changing never finished until after 11.30 PM. Went up the road to train station as they lived a fair way from the centre of the city. There was a train in 30 minutes, which was all stops to halfway, where the said train terminated. The last train was to leave in 45 minutes. When train terminated he went into the waiting room and sat in front of the roaring fire. Two dear old ladies were talking about their operations and he went to sleep. Woke up as the last train departed around to the corner of the station. As he did not know how to get to the main road he walked along the deserted railway line to where he lived.

The time was 4.30 AM. He could not ring home, as there was no phone. His mother and father were most unimpressed. The worse thing was he had to be up at 6.00 am to catch the train back into town to go to work. He did not like that. When he arrived home that night, his Mother and father told him they wanted to go back over seas, to their original home base. Did he want to go back or stay in this land?

His answer was to stay together. Big planning took place and eventually arrived back, where they had started from 2 years earlier.

Wanted to be a doctor, no brains and no money managed to be located in hospital as a male nurse and found that he was treated as a joke, heavy lifter and constant ridicule from the cranky old sisters. In those days, male nurses were not the most welcomed thing around town.

He was offered a position as mortuary supervisor at five times the pay; he would be able to learn anatomy right from the crucible. Great opportunity and the knowledge gained was unbelievable high. 1,100 post mortems in a year sure did give a tremendous amount of knowledge. Two things learnt, was that death did not wait for anybody, and the hours were long and many of the hours were tedious. The other thing was the female or the male did not look great in throes of death. That little touch of nylon made the body look that much greater.

Still in the pursuit of money and knowledge, this guy was poached by one of the big funeral directors in the city. Twice the money with fewer hours. Sounded like heaven. There was an older person who, he was taking over from. In three weeks he was retiring after 15 years. The one main thing he taught. Do not cut yourself. Could you believe he did just that? Cutting a body up he slipped and the knife cut his hand. That person died with in 8 days of this horror cut in his hand. Three days to go before he retired. He and his wife were going to travel around the world. Instead he went to where he believed he would go when he died. Two years went by and my anti hero decided he was never going to get anywhere pursuing his goal of being a doctor. Had money but still no brains.

A friend offered him a position as factory supervisor; He started at 8.00 am and finished at 4. 30 pm. This factory made fly killers and fire bombs and in general things to help around the house. Now things start to get hairy, because he landed a sales job selling Christmas photos of your Home. The Photographer had a team of photographers moving down one side of the street and up the other side taking photos of every house in the street. A salesperson would then go back within two weeks and the photos were placed inside a Christmas card, bearing the words

“From Our House to your House’

The idea was great and worked extremely well. This Crazy friend of mine became an incredible Sales personality and before long was the highest selling Sales person the Photo Entrepreneur had on his part time staff. Five nights a week and all day Saturday. There was not a long delay where the Crazy was making more money selling, than in his position of factory manager.

That was not enough, A dirty job became available, another part time position. Sweeping a school five nights a week for two hours. From 9.00 p.m. to 11.00 pm. five shillings for 2 hours. Then moved to another cleaning job at a pottery manufacturer for another five shillings per hour. Drove home and was up at 5.30 am to do another cleaning shop in a workingmen’s club. More cleaning. Next to factory for 8.00 am. This life went on for one year and this money hungry Crazy had managed to save Three thousand pounds. (3,000) in that year. His factory management job was with a car supplied no mileage height and paid for petrol he consumed outside working hours. Apparently his body required fours sleep per night. The fact that this Crazy guy could do that for one year was odd to say the least.

Could you believe this guy had managed to get married in this time period? He married a young lady, he had told her when she was nine years of age that he was going to marry her. Obstinate is not the word for it. They way he tells it the young lady did not want to know him for 11 years. Unbelievable!

With marriage and honeymoon over they decide to buy a dirty under worked ice cream shop on a site on a popular beach front. They converted this dirty rundown shop to a significant coffee lounge. 7 days a week. He had talked the owner into leaving all the money in the property. In other words giving the Crazy a mortgage. Unbelievable the owner gave him a mortgage, which was paid off in 18 months. That was to give title to three shops on a street corner with a very large surround ground at the back of the property. This Property was sold by this Crazy guy and his wife, making them a lot of money in the sixties. The Same property was sold in the nineties for $1,000,000 where some one built 5 Units over five shops.

The Crazy had a blast from the past, this was sad, he run into the photo entrepreneur of many years ago. This Photo guy had also grown and he now covered every city and with his Black and White Christmas card

“From Our House to your House’

He wanted to know if the Crazy would come back and run the sales Team for him. The Crazy was not in the least bit interested. So the parting of the ways.

The Photo's wife rung the Crazy and told him her husband had been killed in a car accident 11 days before. Would the Crazy agree to take over the business and pay her 15% of the net income? It sounded like a good deal, and the answer was YES! He made a lot of money for a time. The photos got older and colour Photograph appeared on the market. Very expensive. The householders did not buy 100 of these cards anymore.

Of course the Crazy had moved from this area of work and although still working the long hours. He had opened an Art and Craft shop and installed a manageress to run the shop for him. He would look in once a week. His was there on that fateful day and the visiting was over, he left the shop and commenced to walk across the road. BANG. He was hit by a car speeding down the road. Sustaining a minor back injury had his back placed in a brace for two weeks. Confined to bed for a week in a cast was not comfortable. The worse thing that could have happened was getting glandular fever at the end of the back episode. Could you believe the Crazy had a new house built for his wife and him? They had moved in and the Crazy had made himself the painting and paper contractor that had to be put off for 2 months. The two months rolled around and the lady became pregnant, so she could not climb ladders. There was the Crazy doing it all by himself.

All the things that the Crazy was doing including the Christmas photos all went down the drain. They were all one man businesses, and with no one actively running all these small activities, they disappeared. With a lack of income becoming obvious and a new baby to feed. The crazy opted for a new selling position with a world wide American company. He learnt about selling widgets and the team motto was sell 100 widgets per week. Using a canned talk the crazy found it relatively easy to do this. Six Months latter the Crazy was promoted to another land and became the HO Sales Manager. Take a new Person out into the field anywhere in the Nation and illustrate graphically how this system worked. Stayed there for seven years. Then one day The Crazy’s wife was going to have twins. Requested the big boss to allow him to stay home for three months. This was not acceptable to the big boss, so the Crazy decided to move on. He was getting sick of the traveling.

Went to a different form of Gidgets selling.

Whilst sitting in his office one day his chair was on one of those plastic sliders, to protect the carpet. The Crazy moved the chair slightly and all of a sudden had moved back from the desk and hit the cabinet behind the chair. How it happened the Crazy did not know. The Crazy’s neck got caught ambulance came carted the Crazy off to hospital. Nothing has changed in the hospital system; He laid on a stretcher for two hours in draughty corridor. This was at ten pm at night. Asked for a blanket, as he was cold. Forget it; they did not have time to find one. Finally the X-ray indicated there was no broken neck. Bundled into taxi, the smallest one you have ever been in, and sent home

A competion was announced to commence in January to sell $2,000,000 of gidgets from January 1st to November the 30th. In the middle of February went into hospital for a cholecystectomy, followed by two sub renal operations. According to the Crazy a great six weeks. He even had an out of the body death experience. '

That was a bit scary' the Crazy was heard to say. The long and short of all this time in Hospital the Crazy could hardly walk or drive until the end of June. This left literally five months, the End of which the Crazy had turned over $3.300, 000.00 this entitled the Crazy and his wife to go first class to Monaco for three weeks, where he was a keynote speaker at a conference of 1,000 people from around the World.

Shortly after this the English Company was bought out by an American. Company. The Crazy was suffering very ill health and promised his wife to stop working night times.

One thing The Crazy had in abundance was a very healthy PMA. POSITVE MENTAL ATTIDTUDE. The Crazy firmly believed CONCEIVE, BELIEVE AND ACHIEVE. The Crayz definitely need all of that then.

The next episode the Crazy participated in was promoting a vacuum cleaner another American Company lifted the sales in nine months to become the top company of any International sales force. It was pretty OBVIOUS that the Crazy had not followed through on his promise as he was getting home after eleven at night and leaving home at 6.00 am in the morning to run a sales meeting at 7.30 am for 28 sales people. The Crazy muttered to himself enough is enough.

He stopped once the goal had been achieved. He left. He had achieved what he had contracted to do.

Now a great story developed because the Crazy got to do something he really liked, an involvement in promoting and selling books for a large publishing company.

The Crazy came into his own element and was able to promote and sell books how he thought they should be sold. It worked with great success. Within two years the owner of the Publishing Company had sold his nine publishing Companies. There were no more books to sell. So the Crazy started to take things easier.

There was another issue arriving with the possibility of dire consequences for the THE CRAZY. He is going to need plenty of PMA now.

Unlike David Beckham not all men

Want to be like him and not every

Woman wants to be with him.

IS THIS PERSON MAD

OR SHOULD WE FEEL SAD

OR MAY BE HE IS JUST STUPID

CERTAINLY NOT CUPID.

He has been heard to say, even if only to himself

MARIO LANZA

When you are in love

It's the loveliest night of the year

Stars twinkle above

And you almost can touch them from here

Words fall into rhyme

Any time you are holding me near

When you are in love

It's the loveliest night of the year

Waltzing along in the blue

Like a breeze drifting over the sand

Thrilled by the wonder of you

And the wonderful touch of your hand and...

My heart starts to beat

Like a child when a birthday is near

So kiss me, my sweet...

It's the loveliest night of the year

Waltzing along in the blue

Like a breeze drifting over the sand

Thrilled by the wonder of you

And the wonderful touch of your hand and...

My heart starts to beat

Like a child when a birthday is near

So kiss me, my sweet...

It's the loveliest night of the year

[Recorded December 30, 1968, Hollywood]

Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is here

And so I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I traveled each and ev'ry highway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way,

"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

to say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels

the record shows I took the blows and did it my way!