Auburndale High School Alumni
Auburndale, Florida (FL)
David Butters
Auburndale High School
Class of 1989
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DAVID'S PROFILE
| First Name | David |
| Last Name | Butters |
| Graduation Year | Class of 1989 |
| Gender | Male |
| Hometown | Winter Haven, Florida |
| About Me | Peace. Happiness. Love. Sounds nice doesn't it? Always my goal. Might get side-tracked from time to time by both external and internal forces - but those words are always my goal. Money, possessions, ownership - I've never been able to get enthused about. But the prospect of peace - coexistence with my surrounding; of happiness - contentment with what I have; and, most importantly love: these are the things that drive me. These are the things that make me get up, out of bed, after a bad night's sleep fraught with dreams of strife, and still approach the day - and my future - optimistically. I do worry. I do fret. And, occasionally, I fail to keep my eyes on the goal. In the end though, I always pick myself back up and keep moving forward. Sometimes, I need to talk to people face to face - to bounce ideas off them. Sometimes, I have to settle for digital communication to attain the same goal. Always, though, I seem to find myself back here: at a place of hope. Maybe my mountains are molehills. Maybe my past, nipping at my heels, is there to keep me focused on my goals. Maybe I have to stumble, so I can gain better footing. I should know - by now - that from darkness, great beauty, hope, and promise can be delivered. I am well versed at finding the positive in the negative, the light in the darkness - at this point. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. I can sleep in a state of worry or I can surrender that worry to God and the Universe. I can maintain the confidence that has carried me to places - wonderful places - that I had never imagined; or, I can falter; for no other reason than I resolved to. I've come too far for that foolishness. Too interested in what the future has in store. So, off to bed with some resolve. Things will work out. If nothing else, I remain an optimist. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I did not know your grandmother. But I do see her work. I see her love in your eyes. I see her caring in your actions. I see her beauty in the love you share - willingly and without expectation of any repayment. I respect her more with every word you say, every truth you tell. You honor her with your genuine spirit and your unabashed honesty. .......................................... Woke up at 6:30 AM today. Not by choice. I was in the middle of a dream - about airsoft as I recall. In the dream I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Loud, crisp, clear - it was definitely a single ring of a doorbell. Have you ever had that happen? You are dreaming so wonderfully deep and involved and a single ring of a doorbell springs you awake? Well, it did that to me. My head sprung off the pillow. The dream was over. I instantly looked at my son to see if he had heard the bell. He was quietly snoring, facing the other way. My dog, he should have heard it. Sparky had lifted his head - but only to look at me as if to say, "it's still dark daddy. Why are you getting up? What's wrong?" Every instinct in my body knew it was just a dream. But I had to be sure. You could be standing at that front door, somehow unable to find your key - for some reason. I did not even look at my alarm clock. I knew it was dark, and that - somehow - helped me think that this might actually be happening. I sprung out of bed. My mind was racing as I nearly sprinted to the door. I thought of you crying at the front door - I had finally gotten through to you with my email last night! You would be crying and saying "I am so sorry" over and over. I would tell you, "There is nothing be sorry my sweet pea", and hold you so tight. We would love each other and cry. Later in the day, we would have your sister watch Larry and we'd both go to our first couples therapy session and begin healing from this horrible wide-awake nightmare. All that raced through my mind as I walked the 50 or so feet to the front door. When I got there, I instantly turned on the porch light and looked out the peep hole. I saw nothing, but it was dark. My mind tried to find excuses why I could not see you there, crying. I unlocked the door, turned the handle and opened the door. Nothing. The dream was over. ...(read more) |
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