Life is hard enough w/o War and being beat up!

     Bloggers, for the last two rainy days I have been having kitchen sink drain line problems and my back pain just will not leave me alone. However, I decided to try to rectify the plumbing problem by myself and save money. Because Plumbers fees are high, and especially on non-stop rainy days like these when the ground under the house is soaking wet. Well, I went and bought some parts to replace the P-trap and bought a auger snake line to clean out the drain line. I thought this shouldn't take me long to fix, but, the snake line got stuck to something about thirty feet under the house somewhere and I can't get it back out. My only solution is to go under the house and find where the tip is stuck and cut off that section and yank it out from there. And then re-splice the P.V.C. schedule -40 pipe with a coupling and Walla, it's fixed. So I went under the house and in the rain and I began to sink into the mud about six inches and I said, "The hell with this!," and I crawled back out looking like a pig coming out of a mud pit. So I cleaned up and did a common Mexican manufacturing (Rig) thing and duct taped the snake and drain cleaning outlet and left the thing there for now until the rainy weather clears up again. However, its been three straight days and nights and the rain will not let up. And last night I was so tired from my back pain and couldn't sleep because I love to talk to "God" when it thunders and lightening flashes because "He" is after all..."The God of Thunder and Rain." And so about two or three in the morning I fell asleep and dreamed. And in this black and white dream I see myself sitting in a class room or chapel room setting, and I am sitting in a wooden chair towards the center and far towards the back of this wide open large room. And as I look around I see only someone standing and speaking at the front, and one Black older woman sitting directly to my back, and a young Black guy sitting to my far right. As I look at myself, I see that I look dejected and despondent and not very enthused about anything, so I have my head hung down facing the top of the chair in front of me. Then I hear the person speaking and he is giving a history class about racial revolutions and he is saying that these battles have never produced anything worth its salt. And this teacher asked us what did we think about revolutionist ideas, and especially about the ones dealing with social and racial injustice. The the woman behind me answers first and says that the racial activist were wrong in taking to protesting of any kind. Then the young guy speaks out angrily and states that the woman and anyone who believes the way she does is wrong too. He burst out in some tirade about how that he will never stop fighting against the White peoples injustices and no matter who tries to stop him he will never give up fighting for what is right. Then the teacher calls on me and asked me which one of these two was right about the way to resolve the issues of right and wrong. And without raising my head to look anywhere, I raise my right arm and hand and point to the young man and say, "He is right, but he is young and full of energy right now, but in time if he lives long enough he might see things different." And then I said to the young man, " In my life time I have fought against our System like you are right now, especially those that hated me and my kind. And I was beat up so bad by them that they left me like a bloody pulp thrown on the ground. Therefore like an angry and bitter man I swung at anything that I perceived an enemy, and I only got beat up some more. And one day I just got tired of all the beatings and gave up fighting against White People because I found out that not all White people are evil. And I found out that I was fighting a losing battle because times change and so do people. But you are right to feel the way you do and I agree with you because now I know that some White people, especially the Elites, will never change their evil ways. And those people are in control and have the power to kill, steal and destroy at will." Then I woke up at 12:40 noon and when I did I looked at my phone to see if by chance someone had called me and I did have a message from The V.A. pharmacy to call them because it was a reminder for me to refill my all my medications. So I got up to clean up and it was still raining. Afterwards I called the V. A. pharmacy and I was connected to a call center about 1:30 noon. A Mexican woman answered and said her name was Maria and how could she help me, so I gave her my reason for calling and then she began to ask me the usual credential questions and I noticed her heavy Mexican accent. And right away I knew she was a Chicana. And so we kept strictly to the professionalism until she asked me if it was raining here in San Marcos, and I said yes. And then I told her that its been three days and nights of non-stop rain, and that this is the fourth day and its still raining. Then she asked me, "Is it flooding out there?" Then I respond and tell her that I don't know because I had just woke up." Then she laughs and tells me that I should be alert because floods are dangerous. Then I tell her, "It doesn't matter to me anymore because I am old and live in the country and about to die." Then she says, "No Mr. Gutierrez you are going to live a longer time still." Then I laugh and tell her thank you. Then she begins to tell me about her husband having died six years ago and that she to lived alone. But she said that she stays active even though she is turning sixty this year. She said that she competes in 26 mile walking marathons here in the state and other states near by often. And that she loves to hang out with a group of other like minded women that she knows. She said they had a woman's club of about 25 females and all are middle-aged too and they travel together. Then she says that for her age she still looks good. Then I jump in with my stupidity and say, "Wo! Maria..., you are really waking me up now!" Then I hear in the background other female operators bust out laughing and so does Maria. Then I clean it up and say, " Maria, you do all that every week," and she says yes. Then I say, "Wow mom, I wish you continued health because you sound like someone I would like to have known." Then I asked her to refill my medications for my heart pressure, rheumatoid arthritis, gout, and one mg. of prednisone pills for my back, daily. That is all I am given, and I refuse Narcotics for my extreme severe back pain, and I refuse surgery. Not on religious grounds, just personal reasons. Who knows if one day I wake up totally healed and then have that grand opportunity to meet Irma Duran, or a Maria, or that beautiful half Japanese and German female nurse from Georgetown who works at St. David's Hospital in Austin, Texas who I met at Cedar Breaks State Park two years ago. She was 52 at the time and her husband left her for a younger woman. Her name is Marissa. I don't know, but this old ugly Mexican has had several opportunities since my wife died to be with a fine middle aged woman, but I refuse to be a burden to any woman, regardless who she is. No woman deserves lies from a man or a man playing with her emotions. Not only have I no desire to get in protest groups of any kind and get into fights that will only end where they began. Further, If I want to show love to a woman it has to be real love from my whole being, and to only one woman. And if I am gonna fight against man's crooked system or the Devils evil Government, I am gonna do it alone and with "God" with me. But if anyone has the energy to go and get their  fair share of abuse from protest demonstrations like I did, and like Mick Jagger once said, then go for it. There is nothing wrong with that song. Just remember though, you alone bear the responsibilities for the consequences of your actions; don't go blaming any one else for the damage down to you. All I wanted damn it, was to be with a fine good woman like Irma Duran, but my regeneration in the physical has been denied apparently. Life is what it is and nothing more. The better World is not here on earth, but somewhere else. Let's sleep on that, and I have to thank "God" for the Females from all over The World. Man, what a gift that is! Amen. Thanks again and peace to all peoples.                                                                                                                                                                  Respectfully,                                                                                                                                       Ruben N. Gutierrez