R.I.P PATRICK SWAYZE..

This is the first installment of the Jack Angry Show blog, I will be using this space to put down some of my thoughts. Usually they will be of a more raucous vein, that will be for another time.
As I stated in a twitter post. "Heaven Became brighter by 1 star and our world got a little darker."
By losing this dancer,actor, man whatever adjective you use to describe him our world diminished because he is no longer in it to provide the example for the rest of us to follow. The Lesson we should all take from this is that nothing is certain, and no guarantee of tomorrow is given.
Patrick Swayze, did a film early on in his career in 1988 the movie was called Steel Dawn it was done in the same vein of the Mad Max films.. A nomadic warrior comes out of the wilderness to protect a village from a post apocalyptic hoard bent on stealing their water and their women. The
film was nothing spectacular but the acting Patrick Swayze did was. Being a fan from the time I saw Red Dawn, I could excuse the grade B plot, and production values. I was a treat to watch Patrick Swayze in the film non the less.

I can only imagine the struggle that the last year of his life were dealing with his illness, I
would say that he dealt with them as best he could and still went on to inspire many of us to strive on, and if not to defeat all of the obstacles we are give but to at the very least fight well which he did. In closing I want to post the text of a poem that i feel would have made a good
tribute to this extraordinary person.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hope you have enjoyed this and that you will take a moment to appreciate the days we are given, because there is no promise of another day.
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