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Name: Steve
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Tulsa
Birthday: 9/16/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Pretty much anything... From Frisbee Golf to Circuit Racing to Street Ministry
Expertise: Humility
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  oruguy19
Member Since:
6/28/2005
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| I feel the need to update. I'm feeling much better now. Crutches are no longer necessary for me; in fact I went to Turkey mountain today for a 7 mile bike ride (is that a hyphenate?) and left wanting more.
With midterms and Juarez, Mexico in my sights I'm headed full speed on the ride of my life. In fact, I couldn't be doing much better. I'll leave you with a thought from my journal.
"Conventional thinking tries to keep me from the truth: there are no limits, no boundaries, no obstacles that cannot be overcome." | | |
| I want to share about my first experience playing basketball. First off there was twelve men there representing the floor. I'm playing with Flint, because I was on the roster there before I moved up to 7. Anyway there were twelve guys there. Only five play at a time, so naturally I wasn't going to see much playing time having never made a practice or any other game in my life. Being 6'3" has some advantages: I can see over the aisles at Blockbuster, I can reach the balloon string that my sister loses at the ceiling, I can reach the box of cereal on top of the refrigerator, I can breath and see when others get suffocated and lost in crowds, the list goes on... but anyway it also earns me a spot playing "down low" during a basketball game. I get into the game, pumped about playing and I quickly find that it is a lot of fun elbowing around and jumping for rebounds. Eventually I became confident in my ability to play. I knew my role. I was the tall guy who jumps for the ball. Unfortunately, on one of my little jumps I happened to land funny on something, someone, doesn't matter... and my ankle bent farther than any ankle should ever bend. Briefly the sole of my shoe was perpindicular to the ground. I went down on one knee at that point. I've spent a lot of time in my life in wrecks, crashes, falls, tackles, skiing, etc., but when the first thing I say after a bad one is, out loud, "I'm not okay" I know there's a problem. I crawled to the bleachers in denial. I even watched the rest of the third period, but when I looked down at my throbbing ankle it had filled up all the space in my tennis shoe. I knew then I needed to do something about this problem. In five minutes time it looked like a baseball had been surgically implanted underneath my skin. Two great friends and fantastic men, Peter Hayes and Phil Lundrigan carried me shoulder to shoulder to the car. Matt was driving and needed to go up to my room to get my wallet, and while I was waiting I just prayed and knew that even though it seemed bad, God would look after me and I would be okay. Upon arrival at the after hours emergency clinic, after x-rays and some painful twisting, the doctor looked at me and said, "I don't know how this could have happened, but there is no break and no torn ligaments or tendons." All I can say is praise God. He said that if I rest for a few days and take care of myself, I should be fine. It kind of hurts, and its pretty swollen, but it'll be okay. So cheers to close calls and cheers to a good God. This picture doesn't do it justice, but you can see my crutches and brace in the background. If anyone wants to carry my little tray in Saga for the next few days, don't hesitate to ask!
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| I'm, as you are about to read, pretty ticked off about something so I decided to respond via email to Juniper Bank's customer service department. I thought you may enjoy what I wrote. This ought to get somebody going:
As a result of a recent move, I was unable to make my last card payment on time. An unfortunate turn of events lead me to be in transition with all of my belongings for a longer than anticipated time period - keeping my computer and payment capability unaccessible until the day after the payment was due. As soon as possible, I paid a payment on January 17. While I do understand that it is good business to set deadlines and to stick with them, I am very unappreciative of Juniper's recent apathetic behavior toward me. In my history as a consumer, I have not ever - never - made a late payment until now on any account in my possession and I feel that a $39 charge is ludicrous in this situation, especially within within a one day time period. I've proved to be a responsible consumer, and as invaluable as I seem to be to you I'm sure that another credit provider will be willing and eager to lend their services to me. One of the most ironic aspects of this sitution is that your bank thinks this small short term gain outweighs the future business you would have had with me. Actually it may be possible that you thought I would overlook such a sharp penalty and pay it impetuously. Regardless the ironic part is that upon graduation as a young person with a good salary (of which the sky may indeed be the limit) not only will I be supporting other financial institutions, but I will be counseling others like myself to be wary of your business and its poor business practices. For example, the phone representitives I spoke to on the "customer service team" at 1-866-640-3846 were unhelpful and unfriendly. At the end of this month I will pay the balance off my card and I will find another card provider. If you don't believe me, be patient and you'll see that my word, like my loyalty to fair businesses, is true. Thank you for you patience in reading this. My intention is not to be spiteful or vindictive, but to help you become a better business and manager of customers and to prevent others from feeling the same dissatisfaction and frustration I feel even now. If by some chance you'd like to respond to any of this, you can contact me by email at ( stevenrydin@oru.edu ).
By the way, I was moving to EMR 7E, I'm the RA now on that floor. Life is surely full of excitement!
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| Hello Xanga. I want you all to know that I'm sure about one thing: life is short. My admonishment to you is to leave nothing unsaid. Truth being told, I love most of you. The rest I'm working on.
I met some cool people this week, and I've hung out with and talked to some old friends too. I'm pretty sure that life is nothing without people to share it with. Who better than me? Seriously feel free.
Some thoughts to share about the passing days:
Life makes more sense in the morning.
Ears are protected by beanies at the expense of the hairdo.
You can't buy the future.
Plan to be flexible.
Roommates are easily blammable.
A little caffeine goes a long way.
Saying no is ok.
Sharing? We still do that?
Billy Cleary is home.
Denial works. Temporarily.
Set back up alarms.
Saga is the promise of the Lord.
Nalgenes smell bad inside.
Quarters are actually more valuable than .25 dollars.
Mateo and others I miss you. We should talk in life.
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