Glad to be back.

Thank you everyone for your patience while I was away. I will give you all a little rundown own why I was away and what I was up to. Although I own my own company locally called Cobob Pumps & Services I am also involved with a company called LevLert. My duties at LevLert are almost entirely in field application of monitoring technology. Like security and home automation products, controls for pumps and water valves, cameras, sensors of all kinds. I work with the LevLert product to implement it in the field and try and break it, push it, pull it and make it do all sorts of things that it was never designed to do. Late in February the company had meetings with Norscan Instruments the manufacturer of the product and Home Depot the hopeful distributor of the product. The head of sales had a conflict come up late and had to go to Florida for training and I was selected to fill in. Sales is not exactly my forte' but someone had to do it. I left for the trip, lost my carry on in Toronto... I was traveling with other people in the company and somehow my carry on got left on the little bus that brings you to the airport from the hotel. The bus driver just set it on the sidewalk at his last stop and drove off. As it was my carry on, I had no tag's or other identifying markings on the bag, just black, samsoniteish, with about $5000 worth of film gear in it. Mac book with 750 gig hard drive and 16 gigs of ram, boom mike, sound recording equipment, cannon D50, lenses and other small support items... Such as a Kung Fu uniform with Silent River Kung Fu Patches, my form studies and belt. To say the least I thought I would never see that bag again, especially after you consider it was left on a sidewalk, outside the airport in Toronto. I have renewed love for Toronto and all Torontonians after having received my bag back from the lost and found at the Pearson International Airport one week later.

I continued my trip to Costa Rica where I would spend the week and then back to Toronto for more meetings. My phone stopped working after the second day in Central America, all the wifi worked but no calling. I didn't suspect anything amiss as I did not expect my phone to work in Central America. I did not have my cameras but took full advantage of the phones camera to remember the trip. When I got back to Toronto I stopped in a Telus store as my phone was still not working. The well meaning Telus employee said he would have to wipe my phone back to factory and then I would be good to go. Before he did that though he sold me an SD card, backed the phone up to the SD card and went ahead with the factory reset. Well as it turns out that did not fix the phone and my SD card is blank. No beautiful pictures of the trip... no contacts... no record of how many reps I have been doing for the I Ho Chuan. Wiped clean, I was using an app to record my reps, it was a bad app but until I could find a better one it was the one I was using, all information has been lost. In addition to that when the laptop was lost I asked my wife to quickly change all my passwords, I could not do it just then as we were taking off for a 5 hour flight and a laptop in the wrong hands can do allot of damage in 5 hours. Most of the passwords work fine but my wife can't remember the password to my facebook, until William Choy replies to my request for him to verify me I can't get in, and he has yet to verify me. Facebook just chooses some of your friends to verify you and it chose William Choy for mine.
If you see him please let him know.

I am slowly coming back from my near total digital death, and this is the first blog I have written on a real computer with a real keyboard since I left. It was sure great seeing some of you at tonight's class, I missed working together on Kung Fu and having someone to push me. I do have a question for you all though, Does anyone else feel kind of weird about counting all the good deeds you do as a requirement for the I Ho Chuan? I make the extra effort to hold the door, pick up peoples dropped stuff, help people with luggage or groceries and I get thank you's all the time, it just feels weird to be counting them. Thanks, Carson.