“Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be; custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.” Pythagoras – Mathematician (582 – 497 BC)
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Rutger Hauer
The fight scene had been rehearsed a dozen times already. The set of “Blind Fury” (1989) was buzzing with energy, crew members moving quickly between takes, resetting props and angles for the next sequence. Rutger Hauer stood in position, sword in hand, awaiting the cue for a high-intensity stunt involving a moving vehicle and a carefully timed fall. No one expected anything to go wrong until it did.
Rutger Hauer, known for his intensity and precision, was filming a scene where his character, the blind swordsman Nick Parker, battles attackers while navigating obstacles. A stuntman was to perform a controlled fall near a rapidly moving car, stopping inches short of impact. But as the car approached and the cameras rolled, something in the timing faltered. The fall was late, and in that split second, disaster was imminent.
Without hesitation, Hauer broke character mid-action and lunged forward, pulling the stuntman by the collar and out of the car’s path. The crew froze, the director yelled “Cut!”, and for a few moments, the set went completely silent. What could’ve ended in a critical injury was narrowly avoided because of Hauer’s instincts.
Stunt coordinator John C. Meier later recalled, “It was one of those moments where your heart sinks, and then you realize what just happened. Rutger moved faster than anyone else could’ve reacted. He saw it before the rest of us did.” He wasn’t supposed to deviate from the choreography, but his awareness transcended the script.
The stuntman, a seasoned professional who had worked on multiple action films in the 1980s, admitted that the mishap was partially his fault. “The car came in half a second too early, and I slipped slightly as I pushed off,” he said in an interview years later. “Rutger saved me. No question about it. I could feel the wind from that bumper.”
What made Hauer’s reaction extraordinary wasn’t just the physical speed, but the calm decisiveness in a chaotic moment. Those present noticed he didn’t flinch or panic. One crew member described it as “watching someone who was in complete command, like he wasn’t acting anymore, he just was that guy.”
“Blind Fury” was already a demanding shoot. A remake of the Japanese film “Zatoichi Challenged,” it blended martial arts, dark humor, and emotional depth, all balanced on Hauer’s shoulders. He had immersed himself in the role of a blind Vietnam veteran turned wandering swordsman, learning movement patterns of visually impaired individuals and studying swordplay with martial arts trainers. He spent long hours with real-life blind consultants to get the smallest details right. By the time filming reached its mid-point, he wasn’t merely performing a character, he was living inside one.
The incident changed the atmosphere on set. Hauer, already admired for his talent, earned a new layer of respect. The stunt team, many of whom had worked with major stars, spoke in quiet admiration behind the scenes. As one veteran stuntman put it, “You don’t expect the lead actor to be the one who saves your skin. They usually stay out of it. Rutger didn’t even hesitate.”
What followed wasn’t some grand celebration. Hauer brushed off the praise, humbly nodding to the stunt team and returning to the set for the next take. But word spread fast. Even those not present during the incident talked about it days later. Director Phillip Noyce mentioned in an interview that Hauer’s attitude on set, always focused, never ego-driven, was part of what made “Blind Fury” (1989) work as both an action movie and a character study.
In a genre often built on illusion, Rutger Hauer delivered something very real. His instincts weren’t part of the choreography, but they saved a man’s life and earned him a permanent place in the respect of those who risk theirs for cinematic thrills.
On that day, Hauer proved that heroes don’t always live in the script; they sometimes live in the space between seconds.
Our Food Should Be Our Medicine
Dr Andrew Wakefield 30 Years On
In a gripping revelation, Dr. Andrew Wakefield recounts his journey from 1995, when parents of previously healthy children contacted him, reporting a devastating regression after the MMR vaccine. These children, once vibrant with speech and social skills, lost their abilities, their eyes “glazing over” as they descended into autism. As a gastroenterologist, Dr. Wakefield was stunned—not by vaccines, which he dutifully administered, but by the consistent parental accounts of gut issues, pain, and developmental collapse. Despite no prior autism expertise, he listened—an act medicine often forgets. Parents described intractable diarrhea, bloating, and failure to thrive, dismissed by doctors as “just autism.” Dr. Wakefield assembled a world-class team, including leading pediatric gastroenterologist Prof. John Walker-Smith. Their findings? Inflammation in the children’s bowels, treatable with anti-inflammatories and dietary changes like gluten and dairy removal. Astonishingly, not only did gut symptoms improve, but cognitive abilities—lost words, lost connections—began to return. In 1998, Dr. Wakefield’s Lancet study reported these clinical findings, explicitly stating it did not prove a causal link between MMR and autism, urging further research. Yet, the world erupted. Accused of claiming vaccines cause autism—a claim he never made—Dr. Wakefield faced a brutal backlash. The study was misrepresented, and myths of retraction swirled (it wasn’t retracted by him). Powerful interests—pharma, government, WHO—were offended. His career was threatened, his name vilified, not for fraud, but for daring to listen to parents and report what he found. Dr. Wakefield’s story exposes a chilling truth: medicine’s arrogance silenced a doctor who prioritized patients over policy. Autism rates have soared—1 in 2,500 in 1966, 1 in 36 today, 1 in 20 boys. Parents were right about the gut-brain link, right about regression, right about dietary interventions. Yet, the system chose to “cut the head off” the messenger.
If You Are Easily Offended
Mrs Ellis’ Notes
Every Tuesday at 3 p.m., Mrs. Ellis, the silver-haired librarian, would slide a handwritten note into a random book before reshelving it. No one knew it was her. “You’re braver than you think,” she’d scribble on lemon-yellow paper, tucking it into a thriller. “The world needs your laugh,” nestled inside a joke book. She’d done this for 12 years, since her husband passed…
One rainy afternoon, 14-year-old Marco flipped open a dusty atlas and found a note: “Someone out there is proud of you.” He stuffed it into his pocket. That week, his mom had been laid off, and he’d been hiding lunch money in her purse. The note stayed with him, creased but unthrown, like a secret friend…
He started visiting the library daily, hunting for more notes. Mrs. Ellis watched him quietly, noticing how he’d linger in the cookbook aisle (his mom’s dream was to open a bakery). One day, she “accidentally” dropped a note near his feet: “Follow the recipe, kid. You’ve got the ingredients.”
Marco baked her a lumpy banana loaf the next week. “For the note person,” he mumbled, pushing the tin across the desk. Mrs. Ellis smiled. “They’ll love it.”
Years passed. Marco’s mom opened her bakery, “Yellow Note Cakes,” with recipes pinned beside customer orders. Graduation day, Marco left a note in the atlas: “Thank you for seeing me.”
Mrs. Ellis retired last month. At her farewell party, the library displayed a clothesline strung with hundreds of yellow notes—found in textbooks, romance novels, even a gardening guide. A nurse wrote: “This got me through night shifts.” A single dad: “I kept your ‘You’re enough’ note in my wedding ring box.”
Now, the library’s new intern, Marco’s little sister, starts her mornings the same way: watering plants, shelving books, and hiding scraps of sunshine…
Mrs. Ellis still comes in on Tuesdays. “Found one!” she’ll say, waving a fresh note someone left for her…
Funny, isn’t it? How words meant to heal others somehow heal us too…
Credit: SYJ
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20 Years From Now…
Definition Of Government
Had this on my mind when I woke so I thought to pen it for you.
So, if that’s the problem, what’s the solution?
The interlocking pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of government help to explain why it is hard to accomplish systemic change or improvement. Every piece fights to hold the system in place. If one element within the system tries to rise above their delegated functionality, the eight surrounding pieces act to enforce the existing system.
That makes it near impossible to change the system.
As Buckminster Fuller once so wisely opined, “You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
What continues to persist is what we tolerate. We tolerate the existing nature of government because collectively, the individuals in this society are less aware, less intelligent, less competent, less ethical and less responsible than the level required to create a better reality.
If we focus our efforts on addressing this problem then many others will automatically resolve.
If you would like to change or improve something about yourself, to increase your awareness, intelligence, competence etc., reach out to me. I would love to help you do so.
Mother and Foal
Just because they look gorgeous!