John Gary:MyCyber Talk

Winning…Over… You!!!

Imagine the great racehorse Secretariat speeding past the 3/4 pole.

We now know the story,  he was on the way to winning the 1973 Kentucky Derby.   His eyes and nose are wide-open, every sense is in tune, as he continues onward to the finish line, performing at the highest level.

That’s the feeling I connect with, when an online job earns me money.

Labor on the computer has its day, e-Labor Day.

Labor Day in the real world became a Nationally celebrated Holiday in 1894.

The internet can be compared to one-of-a-kind Champions and to the record-setting horse Secretariat.  The internet provides a wide variety of money-making opportunities.  This blog will open revenue opportunity for the business Man and Women.   The internet is a champion of the job search and a cure for unemployment.  It’s important to grasp this out-of-thin air medium.

I say out-of-thin air to stipulate the magical quality of  limit-less…

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May 12th 2016 finds me in my right mind, praising the LORD and putting up the good fight, today is a quiet celebration of my Dad’s would be 102nd Birthday. It amazes me to see some of our senior citizen’s that are that old and older, as I imagine what they have seen and what they feel.

I have lived 36 years without the presence of my dad on earth, this day has always caught me by surprise. I found myself celebrating my dad on Father’s Day instead of his birthday, you know that tough guy stiff upper lip stuff, which lasted until the 100 year anniversary celebration.

I had my breakthrough; which was going to be the title of this story, Breakthrough 102

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This picture is taken in the early 1940’s , the phone is 1940 model

Breakthrough came as my public proclamation of love for JESUS in February 2009, it was then that I wanted to know exactly how my dad felt about my Church and my Baptism. Even more so on today as I have furthered my relationship with GOD, accepting his call on my life to Minister the Gospel.

My dad was nicknamed “in the book” (the Bible) but any and every time I try to step in his shoes they would not fit; it’s the kind of fit I remember from younger days of falling in love with a shoe that looked like your size, but your feet knew the shoes were too big. My dad’s feet walked through the United States of America’s early 1900’s separation of the human Race by color, walked through the racist South, born in South Carolina and later residing in North Carolina.

These shoes walked through America’s economic Depression, being born at the beginning of World War I in 1914, and walked through

World War II in 1943 until the end of that War, receiving honor and receiving

The Purple Hearth, a distinction nobody wanted to receive and everyone respects.

American Black Man, Soldier WWII circa 1943

My father’s feet walked within 8 decades on earth, leaving the body to be present with the LORD, 5 days into a new year and a new decade 1980. I asked my dad to tell me stories of war and he would not talk about it. I kept asking as an inquisitive child until my dad said words I will never forget. He said listen good and don’t ever ask me again, hear this 1 story I will tell you. The story unfolded as a nightmare and I became scared to hear anymore, my dad told me not to move until he was finished talking and I froze in my shoes, as the story of two men opposing each other until death would claim the loser.

These men were in opposing fox holes and the first one to go to sleep would lose, I shook my father’s hand and started to talk all brave like dad you did good. I am glad you were so strong and stuff like that until my dad looked at me and said, he had respect for the fallen soldier.  Although he was the enemy, the hours and hours of standoff could have gone either way.

That’s the watered down version and I seldom think of it, it is days like today that bring it out of me, I love my dad he was so tough,

I am not worthy to untie his shoe lace.

My dad fought so I could choose, and be chosen by the LORD to follow a call into Ministry, I pray and praise the LORD to be a worthy soldier of the LORD. The LORD will never leave you or forsake you. The troubles of the days in the new millennium may have their perils, even the end of days, which no man knows the date.

I am prepared in the blood, to lead my family and lead those who would call JESUS, Father GOD. I pray my dad to Rest In Peace continually, as I understand it better by and by.

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November. 2014 picture in Canaan Baptist Church Springfield, Massachusetts at my Mother’s repast. John G. Dewberry Jr. John G. Dewberry III

I thank GOD I can wish you a Happy Birthday JOHN GARY DEWBERRY SR.

Thank you to my niece Nakia Dewberry for providing the pictures of my dad online.

2016 picture at Greater Rehoboth Baptist Church Decatur Georgia (shoes are similar pattern) Papa Son, Wife Karen S. (Ware) Dewberry

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 620 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Thank you WordPress.

Thank you for providing this wonderful format and platform for writing and for writers. I appreciate those who took the time to read my stories and click the internet links within, which enhance the story told.

Mycyber Talk will continue into the New Year and I am sure it will continue to grow, as will Mycybermap.com and the Mycybermap eBusiness family of websites.

Mycybermap Internet radio WMCR, Mycyber Radio 1CyberSpace

Mycybermap Internet Billboard (iBillboard)

Mycybermap Internet Gospel (eGospel)

Mycybermap Internet Television (eTV )

Mycybermap Internet Bookstore (eBookstore)

I Look forward to the journey of 2016, the promise of a New Year, the renewal of story telling and the energy which that entails. Please be on the Look out for Mycybermap Promotion of a Gospel Music Showcase featuring Jamaica born Artist Mr. Paul Allen known as Saint Paul.

Saint Paul now resides in Metro-Atlanta Georgia and is my newest client, I will  write a series of stories on our project titled

World Praise – The Spiritual Light.

Happy New Year, let’s celebrate all the possibility.

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 620 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

In the Year of the Lord 2015.

This year marks in time One Hundred and One years for the father, born twelve years before the Mother, John G. Sr. and Irene. They must be happy in the Spirit to know of this breakthrough, this moment of written characters brought together in Honor of their memory.

My Parents together, without me as I am without them, and I write to fill the void. Proper use of the moment would be to state I fill the void with my writing but only the Lord can now help me to fill the Human void of being left behind, to live in my times.

It was told to me in a cold truth that one day I would know the feeling of losing both parents and truly it is different strokes for different folks. I am re-blogging this Story, titled The 100 Year Dash -.

This story was to be a sort of misery loves company Lamentation of the awful pain of recently losing my mom. I was to smartly write on a general scale to fulfill the all to true cliche, “Misery Love Company”.

I had every intention to blather on and on in underlying tones and written intonations like, man I can’t hardly take this anymore! In truth I can not and have not; over the dash of the few months of this New Year, done well for any length of time. It truly is the Lord JESUS Christ of Nazareth; and the Comforter he left behind as the Holy Spirit, that has Uplifted me, has even brought me Joy.

Thank you Lord!

Goodbye Merry Month of May 2015,  the month that has brought me to my knees, bowed my stiff neck Spirit of rebellion. A willful and bad Child; maybe even spoiled, now indignant with screams of HEY I’M in PAIN!!! Even while “In The Book” even while praising the Lord and as some would say going to Church.

The expectant favor of a faithful Man, can give way to an arrogant vanity, in a I deserve something! anything I want! kind of way, like God you owe me!! Did I touch anyone or go down someone’s street as my Pastor would say? I certainly gained the attention of the squeaky wheel and received the oil of my anointing, Chastisement and Chastening of the Lord.

I’m sure both Mother and Father said alright now Son, that is enough! get on with your life.

I repent Lord of my selfish ways and blindness to your awesome Mercy and Grace and Love and Favor on my life, (AMEN) please forgive me, I Love you.

I close this Month of May by re-blogging this story and facing the reality of Life and the sure oncoming of tribulations on this earth, I face them just a little bit stronger than I was even yesterday. I am not going to be able to get by with much; now that Mom and Dad are together in Heaven, the only place I will run too is the Holy Bible. I begin to understand why my Mother would tell me, one of My Dad’s nicknames was “in the book”.

Thank you Lord for Chastising me with the love of a Father, for his Son, Parents for their child.

Hebrews Chapter 12 verse 11
11 Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward It yeildeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.

John Gary:MyCyber Talk

THE 100 YEAR DASH – HAS MAJOR SCOREBOARD

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The Centenarian, Centurion, Century Addendum

1914-2014 in thus, encompasses 100 years in time. I now have a more pertinent cause to study the dash between the years,

1914 – (1980) 2014.

The 100 year dash for me signifies more than a passing fancy of historic remembrances, this 100 year dash stands in duality for time. The Centenarian, Centurion, Century Addendum is now an actual addendum to the addendum as I have picked up writing this story, partially finished in June of this year 2014.

In June My Mother was still alive, she is not alive as I write this insert. On November 1st 2014; All Saints Day, my Mother Irene Dewberry died at the age of 88. A life well lived, a universally respected Women by all accounts as I prayerfully accept this reality. Irene Dewberry is now reunited in spirit with her husband…

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The following is written by JohnGary Mycyber talk.May 12th 2015

Home room 101 would take me back to junior High school but on today 2015, May 12th takes me all the way back to the day my Father was born in South Carolina in 1914.

Today I am the bridge over troubled water, today I praise the Lord, my living water of praise is to the Lord. Amen ! thank you for JESUS, thank you for the Holy Ghost on today when I speak for the entire family.

Who…? me that’s who! John Gary Dewberry Junior. Yes it is me that stirs the drink, yes it’s me who shakes the tree, yes it’s my responsibility to open the door of earthly praise to everyone for everyone.

WHO…? the prodigal son. Yes that’s me, yes I can and always could, sometimes in silence now openly and Yes JESUS loves me, and yes I go to praise the Lord, Hallelujah!. Who will come after me…

THE Lord has called! but after me, and make no mistake, I am before any and everyone, who say so ! well it’s “in the book”. This open prayer and open praise was written before time even before 1914.

Yes I seek the approval of GOD to do what it is I am to do, on this day and in this way. I am sure in my Spirit that many have doubted John G.Dewberry, only to be wrong in the end, for the LORD loved my father so much that he gave his begotten Angel, My Mother Irene, unto him to hold and to cherish and to bring forth this fruit on this day.

NO I am not alone, but alone I can stand, with the Lord on my side. What is loose on earth, will now be loose in Heaven, if there ever was a play time it is now over. WHO say so… I stand by the WORD, my job on this task is done, but I go on to other tasks of the calling on my life.

Oh family you have been charged, not to perform to my specifications or as some may get it wrong, because Dew said so or as any one who may challenge to say… Who does he think he is. Oh I know who I am and who’s I am, always have.

This is the first year without Mother and Father on this earth. Let Love be your guide and continue or become a pillar in a good Bible based Church. Time’s up and don’t test – you wouldn’t like the anger.

Happy Birthday to my Father John G. Dewberry Senior, now in paradise with your wife, I thank God for You.

Whoever you are, it is my hope you find the peace that surpasses all understanding, Thank you.

Today the Word is truly in press, for whosoever is called to read and understand.

Ouwee won’t he do it! Peace and continued Blessings

John Gary:MyCyber Talk

1975 Mr. John G. Dewberry Sr. from the Greatest generation 1975 Mr. John G. Dewberry Sr. from the Greatest generation

The Centenarian, Centurion, Century Addendum

I am John Gary Dewberry Jr., there is my son John Gary Dewberry III.

My earthly Father John Gary Dewberry Sr. would turn 100 years old today May 12th 2014, he was born in Spartanburg, South Carolina Tuesday May 12th 1914.

The Third John G. Dewberry The Third John G. Dewberry

My father died January 5th 1980 and 34 years later here I am, still standing.

Papa Son - Still Standing, not Standing Still. Papa Son – Still Standing, not Standing Still.

I am not everything I could be but I am better than I was yesterday and walking with the Lord, promises a better tomorrow.

In 1914; as is still the case when a Black boy, or Negro child is born, skin color is an issue of life and death. I am blessed with an imagination and an anticipation of a better life, a life that my Daddy worked…

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Keep Looking UP!!!

John Gary:MyCyber Talk

The Glass is always half-full when the Glass Ceiling Is a Glass Floor. Which, Which way, Is Up!

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Intentional grounding is a costly penalty in the game of football.

The essence of the penalty seems to state that under duress from the pressure of losing yardage (gains), the quarterback (thought-leader) attempting to pass must pass the ball (advance my business) in the reasonable area of an eligible teammate or suffer a double loss for the failed effort.

In the marketing world, intentional grounding is a penalty if the right social media action plan is implemented for the wrong company.

The right plan wrong company intentional grounding penalty is probable when the real world (non-Internet) practice of saturating a market with a broad stroke advertising campaign is the action plan.

Broad stoke marketing campaigns can not compete with the expanding capabilities of a social media management plan (eMarketing). The Internet requires unconventional thinking since it virtually…

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In winters’ mad late season dash, could it be any other season but spring that captivates a cold heart with the promise of a warm demise, a promise whose sweet sorrow, sings songs of rebirth in the morrow. Frozen no more, goodbye winter, my heart thaws, wait can I see you again .. you are my cold, cold weather friend that teaches thankfulness.

John Gary:MyCyber Talk

From bare springs,…day..dreams..

You have nothing to fear but fear itself! No exceptions, except when said fear is a gone past reality, that by Jesus Christs’ mercy, saves you.

The grace of this Angel unaware allows us to continue, as I have heard University of North Carolina Head Basketball Coach Mr. Roy Williams in a candid interview say, “further farther”.

Immediately my quotation voice enters this story to tell you my Mother is from North Carolina and everyone from North Carolina is a proud Tar heel, hence my reference to Coach Williams.

My Dad, the late John Gary Dewberry Sr. was from South Carolina, although I am Northern born please believe I was taught a few things about the segregation and civil rights of America. 

I know about the Carolina’s and the cotton plant and tobacco farms. In this story, bed springs over my head, visually mean Spring time is here. Normally what would be…

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THE 100 YEAR DASH – HAS MAJOR SCOREBOARD

Click the picture

The Centenarian, Centurion, Century Addendum

1914-2014 in thus, encompasses 100 years in time. I now have a more pertinent cause to study the dash between the years,

1914 – (1980) 2014.

The 100 year dash for me signifies more than a passing fancy of historic remembrances, this 100 year dash stands in duality for time. The Centenarian, Centurion, Century Addendum is now an actual addendum to the addendum as I have picked up writing this story, partially finished in June of this year 2014.

In June My Mother was still alive, she is not alive as I write this insert. On November 1st 2014; All Saints Day, my Mother Irene Dewberry died at the age of 88. A life well lived, a universally respected Women by all accounts as I prayerfully accept this reality. Irene Dewberry is now reunited in spirit with her husband, my father John G. Dewberry Sr.

I was pleased to pull thoughts out of my mind and write them in para-graphic form to celebrate my earthly fathers berth in 1914 and time which has passed since John Gary Dewberry Sr. , died in 1980.

2014 is the 100 year anniversary, I’ve heard the dash orated as a line between the years connecting birth and passing on from this life on earth. The dash is often referenced as a yardstick to frame and measure time, highlighted within an obituary.

That is not what I am doing; at least not in a conventional manner, I am celebrating life.  Reading is fundamental to uncover the wonderful information readily available by Internet through a computer. The Internet helps to make history available at your fingertips.  An internet link opens to information that was written down in a book or some other formal context.

Information is now more easy to access but reading and the ability to understand what you have read, is the foundation of knowledge and the greatness of the library system.

Think of your computer as a library system and read, research and never stop learning. I am the living internet link; a Book of Eli, in this relay race of time traveled. I was handed the life baton at birth in 1960, of this life story begun in 1914.

I am a generational seed of my Grand Father, spiritually, mentally and now in cyberspace I am able to say hello to

Mr. Preston Brooks Dewberry.

My 3 Son's & 2 Grand-Daughters, Promising, Promises and Promise.

My 3 Son’s & 2 Grand-Daughters, Promising, Promises and Promise.

Picking up the race; epitomized by the dash between nineteen fourteen and two thousand fourteen (1914 – 2014 ) , I see the baton in front of me as my willingness to chronicle the 100 Year Dash according to John Gary Dewberry Jr.

These trippee trips into the mind & soul happen as you go along for the ride, unknowingly moving forward and backwards in time. You’ve been prepared for your Training Day but you should know, with the links I provide within a story..

“King Kong ain’t got s@#* on me”.

Just like in the movies where the good guys always win!,

are lyrics akin to Bloodstone the band and the first time I saw time measured, as teachers/coaches stopped time, to see time measured. The stopwatch measured time to show that I ran the race in 7.2 seconds in training for combined elementary school field day competitions.

In elementary school, that time was fast enough for me to qualify for the relay team and the 50-yard dash. 50-yard dash means run as fast as you can for 50 yards, I also ran the 100-yard dash in 12.4 seconds. The stopwatch measured my elapsed time to run a certain distance as a time measuring piece.The 100 year dash, measures some of lifes’ times, some of my fathers times, and mines.

 

Built in 1914, this is the Sather Clock Tower on the College Campus of the University of California, Berkley. Click picture for a dusk view of the San Francisco Bridge

UC Berkley Visitor Information I have enjoyed my life, I had fun while growing up living as comfortably as possible with 2-Black working parents in America. I had a relatively easy learning experience throughout my elementary and Junior High school years 1965 – 1975. I did not face the brutal reality of Jim Crow laws and second class citizenship of my parents. I was shielded and protected from the heartbreak of racism,

taught to treat people as I want to be treated.

Raised in the Church, I am a God fearing Christian and I praise God for my Mother and Father. My father went to elementary school until 5th grade; my Mom until grade 6, then he had to stop going to school and go to work, bringing home the extra money to help the family survive.

There was always a great knowledge with my father, far beyond a 5th grade education. My fathers’ wisdom taught me many things (everything) and is still teaching me unto this day.

I was proud of my first place blue ribbons won at field day; as part of the relay race teams, my parents were proud too, in lieu of not having the same opportunity I had. I love learning, constantly I seek knowledge. I can still hear my father stating,

he wanted me to be better than him.

I did graduate from High School (1978) and I furthered my education going on to Community College, I did not graduate.

I chose to leave College after a year to form and work on my own entertainment business company, as a commercial Producer and Director.

My business dreams are meshed into the 100 year dash.

Even though my father died when I was 19 years old, he did get to see and hear me become a successful college radio disc jockey.

My Mother and Father encouraged me to pursue my dreams and helped me to build my production company. I now operate in all my business talents as Mycybermap.com , including

Internet radio station WMCR.

Click the Picture link, to go back to the future.

On Mycybermap I have found Care.com to be a metaphore for my upbringing and my business/ebusiness philosophy.

Extra, extra read all about it! Newspaper from New Years Eve 1914

I do care yesterday, today and forever.

Contact – John G. Dewberry by phone 404-328-0708 or email jgdewberry@mycybermap.com

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Christmas 2014, Looking back at memories propels future wishes and dreams SOME..WHERE…OVER THE INTERNET..

John Gary:MyCyber Talk

There’s no place like home! Click your mouse 3 times and you can have air flight, hotel and rent-a-car.  The Christmas season brings peace on earth and encourages family and friends to cherish togetherness, it truly is the most wonderful time of year.

This Christmas, seems to have a more urgent heir in the air, to be more caring for one another.  You can probably trace that feeling to the internet and in general our access to advanced technology.

This year more than any past year we can go home for Christmas by video.

Somewhere over the internet families will great each other on-screen.

It’s not the same as being there but I would love to talk to my mom on Christmas day and we both can see each others face while we talk.

The Internet can never replace the smells of the kitchen and the touch of loved ones.  The Internet can’t…

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