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Posted on June 4th, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Jonathans Photos.
Well, I have been to a number of weddings over the years. I have missed some I should have been at also due to being overseas. These are some pictures of friends and family who have gotten married. I have been to others that I just never got pictures of. Now that I think about it, the very first wedding I actually attended was in China. I didn’t even know the couple, but at the time, they were honored to have foreigners attending their wedding. That was also the time I came closest to actually drinking alcohol. As some of you already know, I have never drunk a drop of alcohol in my life. Those that were there seemed very insistent about us drinking. I kept telling them I didn’t want it. Then someone thought it would be funny to pass a fruit punch drink to me that was spiked. The moment it hit my mouth I could taste the alcohol in it and spit it right out. I was furious. I stormed off from the table to the washroom to washout the awful taste from my mouth.
When I got back I got to watch a group of guys play a drinking game that seemed to involve taking as many shots as possible until one of them barfed their guts out. Afterwards there were fireworks in the streets, which was pretty cool. 
The other weddings were pretty standard since they were all here in North America. Oh and btw, the happy couple you see here are my cousins. My cousin Bejan there met her while he was travel teaching in Kenya. You will find some other pictures of them in the family area also.
Posted on June 3rd, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Jonathans Photos.
Wow I was so young Look at that face of innocence. Taken only weeks before I embarked on my journey around the world at age 17. I made the decision when I was 16 and still in school. I told everyone that I was not going back to school next year, that I was going travel teaching in
As some may know, I have a father who is mentally ill, suffering from paranoid schizophrenia. He was diagnosed when I was 3 years old, so I never really knew who he was, other than a mental patient my whole life. I was well aware of the statistical potential of me becoming just like him. There are no words that can describe the degrees of suffering that my family was put through with his illness. I swore that I would never put anybody through that kind of pain and suffering if I were ever to lose my mind the way he had.
At the time, all that ‘modern medicine’ knew about schizophrenia was; It can hit anybody, it happens between the ages of 18 to 32 mostly, and if you were born from a parents with it, the statistical odds that you will suffer the same illness are most likely.
I can remember the moment. I had qualified to attend an advanced class in social studies that was a year ahead of the rest of my classes. It was one of my favorite classes. My teachers name was Mr. Harding. He was an ex-hippy, who still enjoyed getting high from time to time (he tried to hide it, but it was pretty clear to the students), and had a knack for running a class that broke all boundaries of conformity to what is common. I was not only the youngest of the class, but also the oddball Baha’i. The only one of two in the whole school. Which made me a favorite target for him from time to time for query of my perspectives on things, and presentations on my beliefs.
Early on in our course, we got into reviewing mental illness in society. The topic was much more personal to me than it was to my classmates as I had intimate knowledge and understanding of it through my father. I watched and listened to the types of questions and answers that were being given. I don’t know why, but I felt this defining moment coming on. Even though I knew the answer, I still had to ask:
“Mr. Harding, if a man and woman had a child, and one of the parents was schizophrenic, would the child grow up to be schizophrenic as well?”
Answer:
“Yes, most definitely”
I felt as though my life had just been cut short. Congratulations kid, you got 2 years to go before you turn into a nut bar, and you know that means you got no future left for you after that. My immediate react was that if I got two years to go, than I’m doing everything I WANT in that time. Little did I know there was something else awakened within me. Within a few short months, I was no longer interested in what I wanted, I started to feel, if I got two years left, than I am going to impact this world as much as I can in that time. When you are pressed, when you are at a point where you must define your very existence and what it means, you will either serve yourself, or allow the light of God’s love to shine through and burn away all things. You can live for what you were desiged for, greatness. At age 16 I understood:
You don’t become great by doing what you want and what you love.
You become great, by doing what’s right.
I boldly declared to everyone about my plan to travel teach. Nobody took me seriously, not even my own mother. As the end of the summer approached, I had managed to save nearly enough money to go, and I was still intent on going and had no plans on attending school when September came. That’s when everyone started to notice that I was very serious and will be enabled to go. Thankfully, I had a very supportive Baha’i community in
A few months into my travels, I remember gaining a new insight into my dads’ illness, and how it impacted me. I no longer feared it. I actually felt completely immune to it with my new understanding. That day forward was not out of fear of an ending, but out of a love for living. Ironically enough, ‘modern medicine’ is starting to actually catch on to much of what I thought up when I was 17 years old in relation to schizophrenia. As many of you are well aware, I have no traces of the illness.
Quite a story behind this little passport isn’t there. This is a story I have not told many. The last person I shared this story with felt inspired by it, and so I thought I should share all the factors that contributed in my trek around the world.
Posted on June 2nd, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Jonathans Photos.
In 1997 I opened my ISP (Internet Service Provider) business. In these pictures you can see at the grand opening I had the Mayor of Oshawa there Mayor Nancy Diamond. It was an exciting time. I remember that time well. I made so many mistakes, which lead to learning a lot of things. What I never anticipated was the anxiety attacks I started to have on occasions when things got really stressful. I hated been cooped up in store. It was certainly a contributing factor to my decision to end up selling off the business to another ISP.
It was a dialup service just when broadband was beginning to come into the market as well, and I didn’t see any clear path of growth and advancement that was possible for me with what I had. Before the sell off I made some REALLY BONE HEAD moves that I thought at the time were going to make my service better. My gosh, it was so amateur its ridiculous. I can’t even bring myself to tell people about it.
I remember after that decision to sell and stop everything related to that business, I had a period where I was dazed. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, or what was next. I had just gone through a lot of stress and difficulties, and to a certain degree, failure. Two weeks later, I had a new idea!! I was so excited about it I knew that was what I was going to do next! haha … Jonathan Tranter never gives up, never surrenders!
Posted on June 1st, 2007 by JonathanLIVE.
Categories: Personal News.
Today it started to rain while I was biking down to the data center. That part was nice. It is nice a warm, so biking the rain is kinda of nice. While on a busy street I stuck to the sidewalk. In the distance I see two teenage girls and one little girl who is maybe 5-6 years old. If I see someone in the distance I make a point to stick to one side of the sidewalk so that they can see where I am coming and we both easily pass. This time though, I was in for a little surprise.
I moved to one side, and while the teen girls were not paying attention to her, the little girl moved to where I was. I moved to the other side, and she moved to match. She did this all the way up until I was right in front of her and had to stop. She stood in my path and looked at me totally fearless and confident. She smiled at me once she had my attention, and then moved aside. I guess she really wanted me to notice her. haha.
Did my thing at the data center and then went to leave. I was just starting my way in the garage when before I knew it I was eating pavement! The garage floor had become so oily that while I was biking as I peddled down on my left leg my front tire slide right out from under me and sent me flying strait down. I hit the ground totally confused because it happened so fast. I stopped for a moment to check myself out to make sure nothing was broken, sure enough nothing was, but wow I hurt. There was just pain all around because I didn’t really get to brace myself I just went full body down, which winded me. My right hand somehow got twisted under my chest when I went down and was sprained. Left leg took a good smack in the shin, but amazingly enough, no blood.
I was black though, covered in the oily garage gunk that has built up that caused my tire to slide out from under me. I headed back in to the washroom there to get washed up before I went ahead home. It’s been several hours since then, and man my hands are sore. I can’t pickup anything with my right hand right now, but I am still able to type (Thank God!). I know it will be a few days till my hands are better though, which might throw off my weight training. :(.
Bet you thought from the title that it was biking in the rain that caused me to crash huh? I haven’t taking a spill off my bike since I was a teenager, and if it wasn’t for building management keeping their garage floors properly cleaned, it would still be that way. I will get their contact details tomorrow to make sure they are aware of what happened and to keep it clean from now on. It could have been worse, but I’m happy I came out as minorly pained as I did.
