Archive — Daniel Blackaby
21 Nov
Prison Break
Trapped! Four sinister walls enforced my imprisonment. I furtively eyed the door, but her eyes were stuck on me. All around my fellow classmates were likewise slaving away under carful observation of Mrs. Shepherd. Then it happened! Turning her head –I realized my opportunity! Taking a deep breath, “We have nothing to lose but our chains!” I spirited out the door, down the hall, and into the fresh air of freedom! Thus begin my life as a first grade drop-out…or maybe homeschooler!
12 Nov
Tiger Woods Ain’t Got Nothing…
What drew me to the game of golf? A love for the game? Or maybe oodles of raw, untapped talent and the irrepressible desire to excel? Or perhaps I simply wished to inspire others, less fortunate than I. Well that, and my buddy Rob had just invited me to shoot 18-holes with two pretty girls. Man…I love golf.
29 Oct
I’ll Have That to Go Please…
She had been cruelly deceived into becoming a stay-at-home-mom by my brother. He had been so cute! However, two years later marked the end of an era; the age of down-time and freedom was over. As I charged out of the womb crying and needy, I ushered in the age of driving and stress. She was like the Energizer Bunny, her mammoth to-do lists requiring bookmarks, and on this particular trip, she had around thirty-eight stops to make, and approximately twelve minutes to make them.
21 Oct
Meet the neighbors?
If you don’t keep your world view tied firmly to biblical truth, you’ll soon find yourself in dangerous, strange and unfamiliar places.
29 Sep
Another Game…Another Heart-Attack
Sniffing the air, the sweet aroma gently caressed my nostrils, Aw, if ‘Perfect’ had a scent, surely it would be thee! Few smells can stir such emotion, or command such passion as the glorious fragrance of–a hockey bag. Each piece of equipment uniquely perfuming the air: the odor of sweaty shoulder-pads bringing back my first childhood game, the scent of moldy shin pads rekindling thoughts of glorious goals. The time has come after four-year hibernation from hockey, I would return to the ice–and recapture my former glory.
24 Sep
If At First You Don’t Succeed…Maybe You Shouldn’t Drive
The piercing squeal of burning tires roared over top the rambunctious crowd. An entire lifetime boiled down to this. Swerving my car around the final turn I gazed towards the finish line. This is who I am; I was born to drive…
5 Sep
Now That I Have Your Attention…
I loathe airplanes. This in no way stems from a “fear of flying” or any other such thing, but rather to the inevitable massacre of my “personal bubble.” Without fail, I end up sitting in row 153, middle seat, between Buddha and Santa Claus (who might as well pay half of my seat ticket). Last summer, staring a nine-hour return flight from England in the face, I vowed to have an enjoyable and relaxing trip … but then my sister Carrie plopped down beside me.
28 Aug
Diet Coke Will Be the Death of Him…
My dad only spends money on the absolute, basic necessities for survival. For this reason, when I entered our basement and beheld a brand-new pool table, I was convinced he’d gone crazy. (I also discovered a pair of blue-flame rimmed sunglasses and a blown speaker in his car. I rest my case.) He adored his new purchase, and laws were quickly dictated:
GOLDEN RULE: Thou shall not have food/drink near pool table.
22 Aug
Too Late for Swimming Lessons?
My father once posed a troubling question, “Daniel, think it’s time to get a part-time job?”
Shrugging lazily I responded, “I think I’ll just skip the menial work and head straight to upper management.”
However, a previous childhood experience should have reminded me how unlikely that would be.
31 Jul
AB…D? Please Don’t Fire Me
When you’re like me, lazy and terminally useless, there are few things in life as humbling as filling out a job application:
Name: Daniel R. Blackaby
Previous Work Experience: Every journey starts with a first small step…
Talents/abilities: N/A
