Yet another Accident at work today.

Yet another Accident at work today.

This will probably get deleted from my company wall.... Oh FUCKING WELL! After another injury in company, if felt compelled to post this on the company wall. Hi everyone! Just a reminder from me about safety. A moment of thought before doing something is worth far more than a painful event. Please consider what you are doing before actually doing it. Granted, you may be very young with perhaps no or limited experience with machines such as Lathes/ Bridgeports, Cincy Grinders or Band Saws. When I had new hires in my department, and I or another would train them, I EMPHASISED THIS: Know this. There is not a machine in this place that would not hurt or maim if you give them the chance to do so. That, in my opinion, is how MACHINE SHOPS are. There is a ton of trial and error while learning... In Honing, I do not believe there is one us that hasn't gotten hurt over the years at one point or another. Sure, some guarding came of this, yet that never worked. What we did learn in Honing was to be more attentive and know when to realize something was seizing and pull our hands away. NOT WEAR HEADPHONES, PAY ATTEMTION AND JUST mind what were doing amidst distraction. SAFETY IS EVERYONES JOB. I wish us all a safer week. Stay mindful at what you are doing and the task at hand. YOUR HANDS. As always, MARK IN HONING, FLYINGSCOOTER AND/////

INTROVERT TO EXTROVERT: FINAL 02032024

INTROVERT TO EXTROVERT: FINAL 02032024 From previous expresion I wish to share this with you.

GOING FROM INTROVERT TO A LOUD AND PROUD MAN IN 7 DAYS//// I've added some previous post to this before digging into an area I believe important about my history. Please grant me some area on this as the original incomplete post was from around 9 years ago. Sorry... Here we go//// Thirty Six years ago this Summer: I became an Extrovert. by Mark William DArus. I loved to ten speed bike around with my friends. We did this nearly all year round, biking everywhere to see whatever there was to capture in our minds. I was a recent 16 year old when I was accepted for a Methodist Camping trip that involved biking. A close friend of mine also tried for it but was somehow denied and caps were filled. When I, accepted and him, denied, I told my folks I wanted to back out. They said no, so off I went into what I perceived as 'ScareyLand'. Scareyland should always be looked at as a real place in anothers mind when dealing with exceptionally shy teenage boys and girls somehow seeking more or at least something different based on their unique abilities. Scareyland. Often bullied in my youngest walkings to school, this, learning via my father how to stand for myself and fight back against them, I so remember an xmas years long before this, that he bought he and I matching boxing gloves to teach me how to defend myself. In modern times, parents would be seeking lawyers. Fuck it, though, I think my fathers way was better. Let them hash it out. Of those days boxing with dad in a cold and clamy basement, and on the other side I made pretty/fragrant candles in the very same area, he patiently softly punched my stomach, head and groin. Each time he connected, he told me how to defend against such jabs. We would go over it, time and again til I got it right. Over and over he I and i would do this. I, was like maybe nine then, when he taught me how to stand against bullies. My Father was a Marine. When I asked him about his basic training, he'd go blank and tell me nothing. In his footlocker I found, during a boring lonely summer day of my youth, his Basic Training Marine Corps manuals. I was about 10 then. Frankly, I can see why he didn't show me this while we were boxing. I have little doubt I would have become a total killing freak after reading that piece of work. So, thanks FAther, and also to my Mother, for influence during that boxing time frame, teaching me, impressing on me other avenues avenues of defending oneself against an aggressor. My Mother would say: Mark: Physical confrontation only occurs when both sides have nothing further intelligent to say. So, I learned how to stand to bullies and not give up my lunch money, the lunch my mother made for me with loving hands. A lot can be said about physical desensitization Yes, during my elementary years, there were many. I'd end such confrontations after my dads lessons with perhaps a black eye, bloody nose and or fat lip, but I stood above their asses, saying to them : "You want mine! Really? Give me yours!" and I'd look at thier brutes friends and say, "c'mon, you really want this?" So I learned how to defend myself. That was most cool in the 1970's but even better nowadays. Wouldn't you agree that the teaching of 8 and older females children should not learn the value of pepper spray? Think about it, really.... Take time and reread if needed. ScareyLand goes yet sideways in most avenues of experience. When self and strangers are faced with one another for the first time. This is a place of gathering like the worst of blind dates. A human mental collision of everything we hold sacred within ourselves Imagine being thrust into a world of others as an introvert. My parents took me to the place this Methodist Bike Camp would start. I felt so scared and frightened as they hug and kissed me goodbye, smiling and wishing me luck in my adventure for the next 7 days. Seven days away from everything I knew, enjoyed. What the fuck did I know about camping??? For fucks sake we never did that as a family. Sure. My sister Heidi and I would sometimes make a tent in the diningroom under a table near the air conditioner during the summer. I thought I was about to die as I met those I'd spend 7 days with. All of us were total strangers to each other. I met teens from Coshockton, Sandusky, Seville, Loudonville, Girard and about 2 other areas in Ohio. When meeting, most of us looked like deer's in the headlights about to get run over. The intro's were so awkward and sketchy as all us stumble with each telling a bit about themselves and where they are from/ Tossed into a world of strangers and.... AUTHORS NOTE: HAVING THE WEEKEND OFF, I WILL CONTINUE THIS.. THANKS FOR READING MY WORDS! -MARK WILLIAM DARUS i BEGAN THIS A WHILE AGO... it is tonight I wish to share how personal transformations can occur when you least expect it. I was dumped into a camp of 4 other kids from bizzareland Ohio. City names that in my 16 yrs of age never heard of.... Seville, Coshocton, Homer and others... On meeting each other, our two adult guides, (One male who was FUCKING AWESOME and a female Med Student studying at Ohio Weslyan University who could play a guitar and sing so sweet, and yes, I fell in love with her. Alas, My sister went to the same college as her. Nope, nothing happened between us except so many wonderful memories of visiting her as I visisted my sister. I can so remember the strumming guitar as she sand to me in her dorm room. Sorry, gotta end this for now... FLOLDED WITH MEMORIES AND MY EYES ARE LEAKING SHOWERS OF OLDER AND WONDERUL HAPPY THOUGHTS SO MUCH BETTER THAN TODAYS EVENTS IN LIFE. LOVE AND HUGS Mark

I am requesting your thoughts on aging as you get older.

I am requesting your thoughts on aging as you get older. If you can take the time to share, I would love for you to express your thoughts and impressions on getting old in current society. I would like to do a writing on others experiences while getting older. I would ask you to grant me what you have experienced as you've aged. The changes of things over the decades of your life and such . NOTE THIS: GIVEN YOUR SHARING I WILL NEVER GIVE YOUR NAME IN DOING SO. Thank you, Mark William Darus/ FLYINGSCOOTER

Please pray for those that family members recently pass.

Please pray for those that family members recently pass. Just me being me. Posted this on my company wall/ NOTE, THIS IS VERY SAD.

It is with sadness I felt compelled to share this with you. I would like for you to either pray or give positive thoughts toward two families and their friends I work with that have had family members recently passing. I will not share their names nor position in respect to them. Know this from me: It is not important to know who is hurting, suffering and in deep sorrow for YOU to give, pray, postitive vibes for them to receive in support. I merely ask each of us to show little more than a gentle and loving thought for their family and friends for them in our busy day. What's left of my sincere heart goes out to those struggling with a loss of loved one. You may or may not know those, Doesn't matter, really. Just wish them the best you can in prayer, doing some Wican thing, or just wishing them well outside of yourself... -Mark in Honing... FLYINGSCOOTER.... crying Squirrel/