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"Talk to Bob Ministries" - The man who talked with God!

I have Held Side Show Bob


Have You met Your Waterloo?

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Definition of waterloo: a decisive or final defeat or setback . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Did You Know? The Battle of Waterloo, which occurred on June 18, 1815, has given its name to the very notion of final defeat. Why? Maybe because it ended one of the most spectacular military careers in history (Napoleon's), as well as 23 years of recurrent conflict between France and the rest of Europe. In addition, it was Napoleon's second "final defeat." He was defeated and exiled in 1814, but he escaped his confinement, returned to France, and was restored to power for three months before meeting defeat at the hands of the forces allied under the Duke of Wellington near the Belgian village of Waterloo. The word waterloo first appeared in casual use the following year, 1816.

My waterloo came in the early to mid 80's as I was being dealt with by God. I had sold my share of Kamloops Suzuki to my partner Al in 81, and had remained on as an employee. My energy and drive continued to be sapped as the next 3 years drudged on. In 84, I was laid off in the fall, with no future in sight. I had hung in there as I had no where to go and was afraid of the unknown. At the time, I was doing cartwheels in my mind(absolutely hated my job as a motorcycle mechanic), but terrified of the future. 1985 was a year of rest and the start of a new beginning. I was at the lowest point in my life and at the mercy of everything and anyone. No where to go but with God. See my story for the details.

Not to be facetious or ridiculing, I am about to tell you the story of a close fellow worker we can call Mr. X for now, so as to keep his privacy and honour intact. Those involved may be able to deduce the true identity, but my pardons. Mr. X was instrumental in helping me in my first few shifts at KRCC in 1986 and I have been in his debt since. This man was a giant in the spiritual sense with unbound energy and stamina. He was there for those that fell or were undergoing extreme circumstances. A leader in the CIRT Team and tireless worker on his off hours. When we had the big fires in 2003, he was out there on horse back, dispatching horribly burnt cattle in the bush. Again he was at the forefront in retrieving a friend's body from a horrible suicide over a cliff in his car. He had earlier nursed back to health a co-worker from a brain injury suffered in a car crash, who later became his wife. With her, they had purchased a small spread outside of town , a life long ambition.

To the guts of the story. A few years before my retirement in 2008, Mr. X was attending a situation in the "Digger", and was head butted by and extremely vicious prisoner. Poof went his nerve and he never recovered. Physically he was okay, but that was essentially the end of his career. What followed was the divorce of his wife and the loss of his treasured ranch. Mr. X needs Jesus and i'm hoping he finds him as He is not unknown to him. When the chips are down, only God can put the pieces back together. Will you wait for your waterloo or give Him voice today. God Bless.


I have Held

Hello, bob's the name, keeping a low profile's the game. My motto at the Gaol was, "Low and slow, under the Radar". Although that was my last real job/career, i've had numerous ones throughout my life, some for as little as a week(which some people made a career of, mind you). Here goes.

At the ripe old age of 8, my Dad moved us to a farm where my brother and i became undesired free labour. The worst job i can remember was picking rocks in the spring. This entailed following the tractor and throwing stones/boulders into a wagon or on a stone bolt. Depressing to say the least. This assortment of manual labour continued for ten years. In our teens we would work for neighbours for actual cash, but reluctantly. In the fall of 1966 we moved to town where i attended Medicine Hat Junior College for two years. To help pay for this, i worked at a Glass Factory(one week), a Bakery(several months), a Concrete Place laying sidewalks(two weeks), and a bicycle shop, Lauder's(summer of 68). After dropping out of University that fall, got a "manager Trainee" job at Kresge's for 8 months, followed by being rehired at the Bike Shop with the intent of becoming a motorcycle mechanic, my dream job.

Four whole years, wow. Then came a falling out with the "Boss" and i left to join the railroad, the CPR, as a Brakeman. Nine months later, left for a motorcycle job at Crescent Cycles until I punched the boss in the nose and was sort of terminated after a little over a year. Worked for Eskimo(fracking company) that summer(1975) for a month and got a job at Mae's Trucking that fall, driving a gravel truck. The next fall, we moved to Kamloops BC, where I had a bike job waiting for me at my future partner's Honda shop. The next fall I quit cause I was tired of working on motorcycles and had some cash in the bank. The next spring, Al talked me into managing his Suzuki shop on the North Shore, whereupon I became part owner 4 months later. This monkey show lasted about four years, when I sold my share to Al and continued working as a mechanic until the fall of 1984 when I was laid off for the winter. Vowing to never return, I was on unemployment for a year, then took a Long Term Care Aide course(through UI), which rolled into a "JOB" at Kamloops Regional Correctional Centre as a Guard. God had brought me home. Needless to say I was tempted to quit 3 1/2 years later, but knew who was tempting me so had to tough it out and stay. Was an Auxiliary Officer, a Prowl Officer, Control Officer, A&D/Prowl, Control/Prowl, Unit Officer, Digger Dude, and worked the Shoe, Remand, and the Bug Ward. After retiring at 60 in 08, I (at my Wife's nagging) became a Security Officer at the hospital, Royal Inland, which turned into a Porter job when Security was privatized in 2010. In 2011, I got a driving job At Hallcon, a Railroad Employee Transport company. Was let go at RIH in 2015(67) and Hallcon in 2016(moved out of Spoolmak). In all, I had been working at one slave job or another for 60 years, and might I add, God had a Plan. Totally retired now. Oh, did a Deputy Returning Officer for the City of Edmonton, Oct 16, 2017. Nuff said, thanks Jesus.


Side Show Bob

Welcome to the Big Top, aka, the World. What are you getting at big boy? Well I see the world as a series of booths at a Huge Carnival, or to say, 7 billion plus side shows comprising the total Carnyville. We all have our expectations of life and are putting on a show for our fellow travellers. Most side shows are part of a bigger scene, say, each different country, then broken down into smaller groups, race, color, creed, beliefs, jobs, likes and dislikes, and we always don't get along, hence disputes, down right sabotage, conspiracy, plus collusion, etc. For instance, in hockey, Montreal fans are pitted against Toronto fans. And in soccer, mayhem rules, and more so each year. Of course some shows are ostentatious, and some are hardly visible. Me thinks the name of the game in this world is to be remembered for whatever it is we see as important. Some yell a lot and others are silent. History tells us, most don't cut the grade, but let me let you in on a secret. Jesus has a whole section, whose constituents will definitely be remembered forever, in His will. Just remember, His existence is disputed by many, but they use His name in vain on a regular basis. Hmmmmm? How many friends you have on Facebook is immaterial, as long as Jesus is your friend, that's all that counts. Hit the bull's eye, pop the balloon, pull the trigger, as long as you are hawking Jesus. And enjoy the ride, never a dull one when He is at the switch, love bob.

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