Well I started out, down a dirty road, started out all alone.
And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill. The town lite up, the world got still.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin' down is the hardest thing.
Well the good ol' days, may not return. And the rocks might melt, and the sea may burn.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin' down is the hardest thing.
Well some say life will beat you down, break your heart, steal your crown.
So I started out for God knows where, but I guess I'll know when I get there.
I'm learning to fly around the clouds. But what goes up must come down.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin down is the hardest thing.
Im learning to fly...Im learning to fly...
Once again I have found the lyrics of a song to speak to my soul...And the best part of this song-it also holds a memory of someone I have missed oh so much in my life. And it wasn't until someone else who knew him to bring this song back into my life again. Mr. Jay Swegarden...a man who's life might have been bigger than he, himself. He's the kind of guy you watch movies about, he's the kind of guy you hear his story and you are inspired, motivated and encourage to be the best person you can be, to try harder, to cherish life, to live life to the fullest...He's the kind of guy that drove you to what you thought was your very best and yet got even more out of you. He's the kind of guy you find yourself so grateful, so blessed to have been touched by his life-his love-his soul's magic, so proud to say that you knew him...he was my teacher, he was my coach, he was my friend, he was my co-worker, he was my best friend, he was my brother, he was my uncle, he was my son, he was my love, he was my father...He changed us all didn't he...and all for the better.
I often wonder what he is doin and where he is at...What he would say, what stories and jokes would he have to share? Would he be proud of me? Would life be just as it is now if he were here? What would be his advi
ce to me-to you? Sometimes I wish when my life is in complete chaos and I have no clue what I am doing or where I am goin...I wish I was back in his classroom...listening to Tom Petty Learning to Fly...For some how he saw me, saw where I was goin...he believed in me, he took the time to make a difference in my life. He had faith in my journey and where it would take me. And oh how I wish I could hear his words, his stories full of life's lessons and even his sometimes ok most of the time his so not funny jokes that only he would laugh at-- that voice of his--you could recongize that voice anywhere in a heartbeat...I wish I could see that smile and hear that laugh....A man that changed so many lives...who's life battle with cancer would inspire so many people on so many different levels...A man who is still missed and remembered by each and every human being his life touched...How does one live such a life...how could he be so humble...Have we made him more...made him bigger than this life? NOPE...he truly was...he had is flaws, his mistakes, his mess ups, his imperfect ways..but he was willing to use his down falls, his struggles, his battles to make us better. He thought of others before himself. A true great man, a true mentor, a truly great teacher, a true role model, a true leader..Jay Swegarden...A man we all need in our lives, the kind of person we all need to strive to be a little more like.
When I reach paradise one future day...I hope to hear his voice... Welcome Miss Goldmann...I have been waiting for you...and then he will tell me some lame joke and say something like...you see how good my Packers are doing? (you owe me like 1,000 powerades--i always bet against him when it came to the Packers..and lost). I look forward to that day again...when I see his face along with all the other souls who await for my arrival and lead me into paradise. But for now I'm learning to fly...I ain't got wings...but someday I will..and that's what this life is about...learning...growing...failing...falling...trying....trying again and again...getting lost...finding ourselves...growing into ourselves...making mistakes....because thats how you earn your wings...So in true Mr. Swegarden fashion he would say to me...Michelle...just have a little faith in yourself...you will find your way, things will turn out just as they should...and of course me never missing a chance to be somewhat of a smartass would say...how do you know...what makes you so sure...and he would get that grin on his face and say...because I know you....Well Mr. Swegarden...I am learning to fly...how are your wings??
And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill. The town lite up, the world got still.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin' down is the hardest thing.
Well the good ol' days, may not return. And the rocks might melt, and the sea may burn.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin' down is the hardest thing.
Well some say life will beat you down, break your heart, steal your crown.
So I started out for God knows where, but I guess I'll know when I get there.
I'm learning to fly around the clouds. But what goes up must come down.
I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings. Comin down is the hardest thing.
Im learning to fly...Im learning to fly...
Once again I have found the lyrics of a song to speak to my soul...And the best part of this song-it also holds a memory of someone I have missed oh so much in my life. And it wasn't until someone else who knew him to bring this song back into my life again. Mr. Jay Swegarden...a man who's life might have been bigger than he, himself. He's the kind of guy you watch movies about, he's the kind of guy you hear his story and you are inspired, motivated and encourage to be the best person you can be, to try harder, to cherish life, to live life to the fullest...He's the kind of guy that drove you to what you thought was your very best and yet got even more out of you. He's the kind of guy you find yourself so grateful, so blessed to have been touched by his life-his love-his soul's magic, so proud to say that you knew him...he was my teacher, he was my coach, he was my friend, he was my co-worker, he was my best friend, he was my brother, he was my uncle, he was my son, he was my love, he was my father...He changed us all didn't he...and all for the better.
I often wonder what he is doin and where he is at...What he would say, what stories and jokes would he have to share? Would he be proud of me? Would life be just as it is now if he were here? What would be his advi
ce to me-to you? Sometimes I wish when my life is in complete chaos and I have no clue what I am doing or where I am goin...I wish I was back in his classroom...listening to Tom Petty Learning to Fly...For some how he saw me, saw where I was goin...he believed in me, he took the time to make a difference in my life. He had faith in my journey and where it would take me. And oh how I wish I could hear his words, his stories full of life's lessons and even his sometimes ok most of the time his so not funny jokes that only he would laugh at-- that voice of his--you could recongize that voice anywhere in a heartbeat...I wish I could see that smile and hear that laugh....A man that changed so many lives...who's life battle with cancer would inspire so many people on so many different levels...A man who is still missed and remembered by each and every human being his life touched...How does one live such a life...how could he be so humble...Have we made him more...made him bigger than this life? NOPE...he truly was...he had is flaws, his mistakes, his mess ups, his imperfect ways..but he was willing to use his down falls, his struggles, his battles to make us better. He thought of others before himself. A true great man, a true mentor, a truly great teacher, a true role model, a true leader..Jay Swegarden...A man we all need in our lives, the kind of person we all need to strive to be a little more like.When I reach paradise one future day...I hope to hear his voice... Welcome Miss Goldmann...I have been waiting for you...and then he will tell me some lame joke and say something like...you see how good my Packers are doing? (you owe me like 1,000 powerades--i always bet against him when it came to the Packers..and lost). I look forward to that day again...when I see his face along with all the other souls who await for my arrival and lead me into paradise. But for now I'm learning to fly...I ain't got wings...but someday I will..and that's what this life is about...learning...growing...failing...falling...trying....trying again and again...getting lost...finding ourselves...growing into ourselves...making mistakes....because thats how you earn your wings...So in true Mr. Swegarden fashion he would say to me...Michelle...just have a little faith in yourself...you will find your way, things will turn out just as they should...and of course me never missing a chance to be somewhat of a smartass would say...how do you know...what makes you so sure...and he would get that grin on his face and say...because I know you....Well Mr. Swegarden...I am learning to fly...how are your wings??
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I love this post. Love you Michelle.
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