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New York. The Big Apple. The City That Never Sleeps.

It feels like I’ve been working my whole life to get myself to here. And now I’ve finally made it.

Two months ago, I packed up my few earthly possessions and hopped on a train. I was NY-bound. I was ready, but my wallet wasn’t. As much as I love this city, it is so expensive.

Odd thing is, I’ve lived in some pretty interesting places around the world: Dubai, Kuwait, Bahrain, Johannesburg, San Francisco, Las Vegas. And no-one has insisted on visiting. I move to NY and suddenly the tweets and Facebook messages and emails and texts come streaming through – friends and family want to book a stay.

Just wait until they see the size of the closet I call my apartment!

Attitude Really Does Determine Altitude

Every now and then, something happens that makes me re-evaluate things. The hot water from my tap doesn't get hot fast enough. My ceiling fan doesn't spin fast enough to make it colder in my bedroom. And my sliced bread doesn't stay fresh for long as I want it to to.

Then this happens.

An athlete from South Africa is seen racing across my TV screen with a 'click clack click clack' as he makes his way down the track; an athlete who, in the face of adversity, has proven that he has both the strength of character and determination to beat the odds, pass the tests, and achieve his life-long goal of competing at the Olympic Games with able-bodied athletes.

And suddenly I feel embarrassed by my own pettiness of my hot water not heating up fast enough, or my ceiling fan not spinning fast enough, of traffic lights taking too long to change.

Here's someone who was born without fibulas, who had his legs (plural, not singular - yes, both of them) amputated when he was just a year old.

Africa is well-known to produce world-class runners. But never before has a runner without legs made so many headlines across the globe. And this summer, the 'Rainbow Nation' makes history by being the first country in the world to send a double amputee to compete in the Olympics.

Sadly, this has not come without controversy. Some have complained that Oscar Pistorius, the 25-year old dubbed "Blade Runner" and "the fastest man on no legs", has an unfair advantage. This despite 100s upon 100s of interviews and tests with 100s of International Olympic Committee members to prove that.

Just five months before his legs were amputated, his mother wrote him a letter to be read when he was an adult: "The real loser is never the person who crosses the finishing line last. The real loser is the person who sits on the side, the person who does not even try to compete."

Tonight, Oscar Pistorius enters the Olympic stadium again. And no matter whether he wins Gold or not, he remains a winner and inspiration to people everywhere.

I Struck It Rich

I received an email today. This email is undoubtedly going to change my life forever. See below:


Dear Sir/Madam

AN INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITY.

I must say sorry for interfering into your privacy without seeking for permission. It's because of urgency of this matter. I'm Mr.Sami Walter, Director in charge of audit and account unit department, of Global Finance Security Company here in London United Kingdom. I have decided to contact you for a mutual beneficial transaction with 100% Risk Free. (lucky me)

In April 2006, Mr. Lu Yunpeng, a multimillionaire and president of Henan-based Yunpeng Cultural Development Co Ltd China moved some cash from a bank in France to our Finance Firm/Security Company. The fund arrived during the time Mr. Lu Yunpeng was tried for murder in China (that's horrific). As his account officer he instructed that I should put a hold on the fund that was supposed to go to China pending on the outcome of his trial.

In May 2006, he was sentenced to death and the fund remained unclaimed till date. As his account officer, I was aware that nobody knows about this fund movement except his cousin who was also sentenced to death with him.

Please, you can view the news on this website: http://en.ce.cn/National/Local/200605/18/t20060518_7005764.shtml

Ever since 2006 I have tried and moved the money in 2010 from our Global Finance Security Company to Alfy Europe Uk through forged documents because I have mandated some transfer for him to this firm severally
before his death.Now the fund is save and sound (really? save and sound?) in the Alfy Europe Uk also an agent of Mr LuYunpeng.

I want to utilize this opportunity and make use of this fund by transferring the money to your account through a friend of mine whom we are working together in Alfy Europe United Kingdom Mr Jonathan Drewe. He is fully aware
of what is going on and he will change all documents to your name as full beneficiary to this fund. I want to work with you on this. The amount involved is Twenty-Two Million Eight Hundred and Seventy Five Thousand Two
Hundred and Fifty United States Dollars Only. {US$22,875,250.00}.

Please reply back and lets benefit from this golden opportunity. You are my first contact. I shall wait for few days and if I do not hear from you, I shall look for another person. On acceptance to help me and all information
gotten from you then we will involve Mr Jonathan Drewe.

These are my private (...private what??)
E-mail:  { mr.samiwalter@yahoo.cn }

Best Regards

It Was My Birthday on Sunday

It was my birthday on Sunday just past. And as you can deduct from the late blog post, it was a non-event. 

Funny how as we get older, birthdays become quieter and less celebrated. Could that be because as we get older, our hearing starts to go as well? The jury’s out on that one. But either way, I had eight bazillion Facebook messages (most from people I have approved as ‘friends’ and yet still have no idea who they are), a few text messages (yes, people still do that), and two phone calls from South Africa – one from my dad and one from my sister.

There were no strippers, no streamers, no clubs. It left as quietly as it came.

No post in over a month?

That's right, I've been busy.


Too busy to send us an update? You know some people actually read this, don't you?


Yes, I know, and I apologize. I was in Vegas a couple weeks ago on business. I hadn't been back since I left that sand pit four years ago. I took this photo with my phone when we left.


That long?


Yes. I went for a trade show. Digital Signage Expo.


And what else?


I moved apartments, I now live in the south hills of Pittsburgh. Not too thrilled about that but at least it's close to work.


How close?


Across the street. You can't beat that.


No, you can't. Anyway, you need to be better about posting to your blog.


I will.

The sun's out. But it's still freakin' cold.

Sometimes we forget that things aren't always as they seem.


Today, I had to head downtown for a biometrics testing appointment with the fine folks at the USCIC (former INS). The sun was shining, downtown was bustling. And then I opened the glass door.


Sweet Jesus! It was about 32 degrees. Now for those of you smart folk who use the metric system, 32 degrees Fahrenheit is 0 degrees Celsius. 0 as in freezing. 


I guess the somewhat roundabout point I'm trying to make is that not everything is always as it seems. Much like that whole "Don't judge a book by its cover" thing.


Anyway, time for me to button up and head on home. Have yourselves a great weekend.

I find myself questioning my mortality

Not questioning it in the way in which I wonder if it will happen, for verily I know it shall, some day. But I question it in that as I age - as we all inevitably do - I start thinking about what I shall leave behind. Yes, there's my share of crap in the land fills, but I mean in terms of my legacy. I have no children. I have no son to pass on my family heritage and history to. Daughters are evil. They grow up, they marry, they switch names and that's that. I am my father's only son. My uncle (on my father's side) passed away a couple years ago. He, too, had no kids. So no pressure, but the family line ends with me.

Am I buckling under societal pressures to produce an heir?

I do not wish to marry. That stress would kill me. And I do not wish to attach the rest of my life to another person like that. Children are different. We create them and raise them and spank them. A spouse is disposal. Children are not.

I raised this prickly issue with my father - who, bless, is fairly old-fashioned in his general thinking. But realizing that I am pretty forward thinking, he makes an effort. We spoke about my maybe adopting a small human, to wish he said, "Son, you know as well as I do that you will not love it as much as you would your own child." He's right.

I think I need  drink.