Honestly, counting my lucky stars-never thought I'd EVER review anyone here on terb, but in recent events this isn't just a review- there’s no menu, sure we went to dinner which was absolutely terrible (his chicken wings had to be sent back....how hard is it to deep fry???), made me dinner which was FANTABULOUS....but I promised I'd never tell anyone I saw him in the kitchen-so shhhhhhhh, watched the fireworks from afar... many pleasant correspondence on the phone- but it wasn't until recently we met.
Not as a client, not as an Sp- but as two people who had one thing in common-terb. I only see it fitting, that a man; who've I've come to know, trust and only recently graced in presence, who I call 'Mister Reality'- was always only a phone call away and would do anything for anyone at a drop of a hat, and on the flip would tell it how it was; unexpectedly passed away... alone, by himself peacefully in his sleep-leaving a son. Sure, a grown man- but together, a collective; one without the other is like a ying without the yang.
What it is???
Fondly, anytime we spoke- he didn't address by hello, hey or hi-or how are ya... it was "What it is??"
If only I could have known, at the time...
He had a philosophy, adopted by the oriental culture- that as a collective, people working together to achieve a common goal; like a chain with many links- together could achieve more then each individual separately. Ease the tension over many, rather then a pound of bricks on one shoulder.
A link broke-one equally important as the other-but never the same without it.
He always talked about this 'happy place', being the common goal. That after a life time of struggle for him and many, he could finally come to a point where he didn't have the struggles and obsticles to jumpthrough-stress free. Basically, taking that black hole, your debts etc and finding a way to make it smaller. Entrepreneur with many endevours.
Sure, everyone calls that retirement-right? Only difference, this wasn't one man out for himself...a man full of intricacy's of complexness; wisdom beyond his 56 years. Someone who's seen the worst, and still gave everyone, including myself the benefit of doubt. Who believed much like himself, that given the tools- anything was possible. Without judgment...
Retired, surrounded by beautiful woman on a beach with no worries in the world, drinking his JD knowing that each person he worked with was where they wanted to be. A leader by example. He died, trying to get to that happy place... but I don’t think the 'happy place' he's in is what he was referring to.
The problem, no words... much like a review on here, can express anything other then, ya- he was a wonderful person, great personality- unique... much like me TALKED, and talked... and at times, so much even I couldn't get a mouthful in- IMAGINE???? The way he'd look at you inquisitively, or how he'd fix his baseball cap....ashed on himself in the car or how he salted his food *hahaha* I always told him, not to much pappi, easy there big fella.... he never told me, "I told you so", so I won't either.
His demeanor, no matter how much was troubling him, the SMILE- it was always there...how he carried himself....YMMV, right. He articulated himself and strung words and sentences together that you'd get lost in, because of his calm collective hummmmm of a tone he caressed each word with. Much like a snake, without the slither or sliminess. He treated others the way he wished to be treated, respectfully...He'd do anything for anyone- and never expect a thing in return. Most of all, he always gave me hope- made me believe that no matter how hard things got- there was always a way, granted there was a will.
Most important, he made me feel like I was special- ALL THE TIME. Like nobody else existed or matter for that 5 minute phone conversation, when the world needed to revolve around Francesca-it did, or when I'm ill- calling to make sure I'm well...with no distractions- no interuptions....even if he had to drop everything to be on the phone with me....nothing was ever without thought...which is how I'd like to think everyone felt. A defintion of a true playa, no one ever knew they were one of many hahahahaha Even though he'd always ASK "Who ya cheating on me with" he always found good humor in everything.
The nickname, Pappi steams from exactly that. He gave me, the guidence, advice and solance I needed... saw something others sometimes oversee, a gem in his eyes. He taught me everyday to wake up and take a new day on...with my head up- even if i got knocked down.. He was, a truly geniune friend, no holds bar-hands up...the best of the best and someone who you wait a life time to find-only to be taken away...
My experience was short lived. Can't be put in a hourly allotment-priceless infact...a present waiting to be opened... filled with mystery and intrigue....and already I have to send it back.
But I don't have the receipt.
To him, life was never about getting from a-b it was from a-z and back around again.
I admire him. Wish I could have said more... but also at peace and know that much like him, anytime he needed anything, even if it was figuring out how to make a three way call- I was there. Solid as gold or so he'd say. I'd like to think platinum...
May have laughed even tormented his technically challenged abilities... but also remembered at one point, we've all been there. He always took everything with grace and stride.
This man, is someone through the animity of the internet, you may or may not know personally. Someone who always valued his personal privacy and that of others would expect nothing less. For those reasons, I will not disclose his personal info....however someone dear and near to all of us has been taken away-unjustifiably in my eyes. He wasn't a post count builder, NEVER a reviewer- but in a life outside, proved himself by his own words and actions. He's the type that spoke softly and carried a big stick....
His son, in amongst complete devastation has nothing- perhaps 50 bucks to his name- dealing with a loss beyond words....with no one. I have taken it upon myself, to do what Pappi would have-create a collective to help ease this terrible time. The goal, this stupid happy place each of us are reminded of when we least expect, and left to define for ourselves; based on our own beliefts...but to get him the proper burial he deserves and needs.
I am discounting my rates, attempting to generate enough short term cash to close this black hole his son has been thrown into...so he can mourn the loss of his father without the stresses of day to day life.
If theres one thing I ask, stop and take time to appreciate the small things...
My hourly, will be 180- 140 half.
Thanks,
Frankie xoxox
Not as a client, not as an Sp- but as two people who had one thing in common-terb. I only see it fitting, that a man; who've I've come to know, trust and only recently graced in presence, who I call 'Mister Reality'- was always only a phone call away and would do anything for anyone at a drop of a hat, and on the flip would tell it how it was; unexpectedly passed away... alone, by himself peacefully in his sleep-leaving a son. Sure, a grown man- but together, a collective; one without the other is like a ying without the yang.
What it is???
Fondly, anytime we spoke- he didn't address by hello, hey or hi-or how are ya... it was "What it is??"
If only I could have known, at the time...
He had a philosophy, adopted by the oriental culture- that as a collective, people working together to achieve a common goal; like a chain with many links- together could achieve more then each individual separately. Ease the tension over many, rather then a pound of bricks on one shoulder.
A link broke-one equally important as the other-but never the same without it.
He always talked about this 'happy place', being the common goal. That after a life time of struggle for him and many, he could finally come to a point where he didn't have the struggles and obsticles to jumpthrough-stress free. Basically, taking that black hole, your debts etc and finding a way to make it smaller. Entrepreneur with many endevours.
Sure, everyone calls that retirement-right? Only difference, this wasn't one man out for himself...a man full of intricacy's of complexness; wisdom beyond his 56 years. Someone who's seen the worst, and still gave everyone, including myself the benefit of doubt. Who believed much like himself, that given the tools- anything was possible. Without judgment...
Retired, surrounded by beautiful woman on a beach with no worries in the world, drinking his JD knowing that each person he worked with was where they wanted to be. A leader by example. He died, trying to get to that happy place... but I don’t think the 'happy place' he's in is what he was referring to.
The problem, no words... much like a review on here, can express anything other then, ya- he was a wonderful person, great personality- unique... much like me TALKED, and talked... and at times, so much even I couldn't get a mouthful in- IMAGINE???? The way he'd look at you inquisitively, or how he'd fix his baseball cap....ashed on himself in the car or how he salted his food *hahaha* I always told him, not to much pappi, easy there big fella.... he never told me, "I told you so", so I won't either.
His demeanor, no matter how much was troubling him, the SMILE- it was always there...how he carried himself....YMMV, right. He articulated himself and strung words and sentences together that you'd get lost in, because of his calm collective hummmmm of a tone he caressed each word with. Much like a snake, without the slither or sliminess. He treated others the way he wished to be treated, respectfully...He'd do anything for anyone- and never expect a thing in return. Most of all, he always gave me hope- made me believe that no matter how hard things got- there was always a way, granted there was a will.
Most important, he made me feel like I was special- ALL THE TIME. Like nobody else existed or matter for that 5 minute phone conversation, when the world needed to revolve around Francesca-it did, or when I'm ill- calling to make sure I'm well...with no distractions- no interuptions....even if he had to drop everything to be on the phone with me....nothing was ever without thought...which is how I'd like to think everyone felt. A defintion of a true playa, no one ever knew they were one of many hahahahaha Even though he'd always ASK "Who ya cheating on me with" he always found good humor in everything.
The nickname, Pappi steams from exactly that. He gave me, the guidence, advice and solance I needed... saw something others sometimes oversee, a gem in his eyes. He taught me everyday to wake up and take a new day on...with my head up- even if i got knocked down.. He was, a truly geniune friend, no holds bar-hands up...the best of the best and someone who you wait a life time to find-only to be taken away...
My experience was short lived. Can't be put in a hourly allotment-priceless infact...a present waiting to be opened... filled with mystery and intrigue....and already I have to send it back.
But I don't have the receipt.
To him, life was never about getting from a-b it was from a-z and back around again.
I admire him. Wish I could have said more... but also at peace and know that much like him, anytime he needed anything, even if it was figuring out how to make a three way call- I was there. Solid as gold or so he'd say. I'd like to think platinum...
May have laughed even tormented his technically challenged abilities... but also remembered at one point, we've all been there. He always took everything with grace and stride.
This man, is someone through the animity of the internet, you may or may not know personally. Someone who always valued his personal privacy and that of others would expect nothing less. For those reasons, I will not disclose his personal info....however someone dear and near to all of us has been taken away-unjustifiably in my eyes. He wasn't a post count builder, NEVER a reviewer- but in a life outside, proved himself by his own words and actions. He's the type that spoke softly and carried a big stick....
His son, in amongst complete devastation has nothing- perhaps 50 bucks to his name- dealing with a loss beyond words....with no one. I have taken it upon myself, to do what Pappi would have-create a collective to help ease this terrible time. The goal, this stupid happy place each of us are reminded of when we least expect, and left to define for ourselves; based on our own beliefts...but to get him the proper burial he deserves and needs.
I am discounting my rates, attempting to generate enough short term cash to close this black hole his son has been thrown into...so he can mourn the loss of his father without the stresses of day to day life.
If theres one thing I ask, stop and take time to appreciate the small things...
My hourly, will be 180- 140 half.
Thanks,
Frankie xoxox
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