James Jackson Story

 

Well, I’m James Jackson by name. I’m from Pensacola Florida but I was born and raised in Denmark. I’m a lumberjack. I own my own logging company in Mexico; I’ll send a link to check me out. I use Facebook to keep in touch with family and connect with longtime friends so I am not always on here to chat. …I’m single currently. (A widower) …Lost my spouse and son in a plane crash many years ago. Ten years ago, was the worst day of my life, my family and I were on our way to Colorado in a small plane. As we were circling the airport waiting to land, we were hit by a massive wind shear, and our plane crashed 90 feet short of the runway. I remember it all so vividly- my daughter and I were the only ones awake while my mom, Dad, my wife and son were sleeping. I remember feeling so peaceful looking out of the plane window at the Rocky Mountains and the beautiful snow-capped trees in the back of the plane by myself. Suddenly, it felt like the plane was hit by something with immense force and we began to fall out of control. I vividly recall feeling like this was how our lives would end and feeling a type of fear that I haven’t felt since that day. Time was frozen, as I heard my son screaming -the one person in my life who never showed fear. Have you ever had a dream and felt paralyzed while watching something terrible unfold? That’s what I felt. I looked back out into the beautiful white snow out of the window and began to pray for a prayer of desperation amidst the chaos and impending sense that this was the end. As I looked out the window, it went from white, to whiter, and upon impact, a complete blinding white-out… this was surely the end. I awoke to wails of pain and a chaotic scene. I could see the runway outside my window and firetrucks began to get on us. I opened the plane door and told us to sit on the wing of the plane, which was now on top of the snow. My daughter Sara with a broken leg, serious spine fracture, collapsing lungs, along with many other injuries somehow walked out of the plane and sat next to me on the wing. I was in total shock. I did CPR on my spouse. She was unresponsive. Soon, we were all up on stretchers and sent to the hospital by ambulance. My son had severe back and neck pain set in. I was in a hospital room with my daughter and found out that my mom and dad had barely survived and was airlifted to Denver. Then came the news I was dreading that my spouse and son had died as well. I was all afraid and devastated.  

My spouse, Gaby, was a bigger person than life. She was a strong, Mexican woman who loved Jesus and loved people with all her heart. She loved dancing, watching comedy movies, and, boy, did she love her tennis. I have so many amazing stories about my spouse, but if I could sum it up, she lived her life with passion. She had a zest and love for life that is hard to explain. And I miss it. I miss it so much. After my spouse and son died, our house seemed empty. It’s funny how the things you take for granted in life are the things you miss the most when they’re gone. My spouse used to do this thing where she would make sure Our son said goodnight to her every night. If I do miss a night, she would text him and tell him to get his butt over there. He would tell her He loved her, they’d hug and kiss goodnight. After my spouse and son were gone, I was so sad because I couldn’t see my son run over and hug her anymore. It was the small things in life I missed. It was the Sunday mornings at church, the post tennis match hug, the Spanish spoken at home, and the way she made the house feel alive.

At Any Age: Poem

 

At Any Age

Softness is the language

of the soul for any age.

Music is the feeling

Of the mind.

You feel love very kind.

Kindness is a quiet way

To feel the world.

And you pray

About dear moment of chase

Life, and making the choice

How to love and live,

And live and give

Energy and a lot of time.

I am ready for change.

Listen to the rhyme

Of powerful language

On the open stage.

Tomshinsky@2026

Hop Tza-Tza: Poem

 

Hop Tza-Tza

I.

Hop tza-tza, oh yes!

Here on Earth

The most effective medicine

Is an unconditional love

That always arises in peace.

We breathe and hold air

And greet the rising sun with love

Not fair but gratitude and rejoice.

This is the best Earth’s choice.

II.

Butterflies are reminding

That remarkable transportation

Happened slowly and quietly.

Here on Earth

Love is a dance called “Hop Tza-Tza.”

L’chaim, frailah zol zain…

Cursed with over-analytical mind

And over-sensitive loving heart

Longing empathy and sympathy.

III.

Love is like chocolate.

Love is bitter in the beginning

But melts in hugs and kisses.

Love is like chocolate

Sweets up the beating heart

In sugar waves and treats.

Love is like dark chocolate –

Deep, thick, and sweets

With powerful kind words,

Also, warm loving looks.

Every kiss is like chocolate bar

That reminds how far

We depend on lover’s hooks.

Hop tza-tza here on Earth

L’chaim de gantze naht.

Tomshinsky@2026

Chocolate Love: Poem

Sergey Kay

Chocolate Love 

Love, like chocolate — a little bitter at first,

But melts on the lips, like a secret between us.

It comes quietly, as if by chance,

And stays in the heart — sweet waves.

Love, like a dark variety, deep, thick,

With a hint of tender words and long warm glances,

Where every kiss — like a golden tile,

To share — is already a reward.

Love, like milk — soft, familiar,

Will warm in the cold, cover from sorrow,

And in every day of yours — like the sun, blooming,

It will suddenly remind you how much we missed.

Love, like white taste — naive, fragile,

Where sincerity lives without fear and pretense,

Where we are together — like children, without separation,

And happiness does not fear time or age.

And if sometimes it melts without a trace,

Like chocolate in hands — not to hold the moment,

But its taste in the soul remains so sweet,

That it will become a lifelong confession...

And if fate suddenly touches us with separation,

Like fragile chocolate — breaks into pieces,

I will gather the warmth of all our tender meetings,

So that even in silence love can warm.

Love, like chocolate with nuts — with a surprise,

Where in every turn — a new taste and meaning,

Where laughter intertwines with a whim,

But everything leads to the fact that you — my whole life.

Love, like hot chocolate — in a cup on a late evening,

When the whole world has quieted and we are only closer,

Where your whisper sounds so quiet and trusting,

And warms deeper than words, touching the depths.

Love is not just a sweetness for a moment,

It's not just a taste that melts away and disappears,

It's like an eternal, living inspiration,

That even through the years lives in your soul.

And if I were given the choice again and again —

To walk this path, where pain and tenderness are side by side,

I would choose you... without fear, unconditionally,

And love you again — with that very first glance...

And even if the night covers the world with anxiety,

And the wind of change slightly knocks you off course,

I will still find my way to you —

Like a hand reaching for sweet warmth.

Love, like chocolate, does not tolerate indifference,

It cannot be divided into "temporary" and "suddenly",

It lives in hearts — without falseness and without boredom,

Where every breath is a confession, every glance is like a sound.

Love is when silence is not empty,

When the silence of hearts sounds,

When words are not needed to express all feelings,

And every day with you is like a little crown.

Love is when "we" are more than "I" and simple,

When fate has woven us into one single path,

And even through the years, through storms and questions,

You remain the one I want to breathe.

And let our world not be perfect at times,

And let not everything be easy for us with you,

Love will save us... it's not just a miracle —

It's our common light, our eternal home alive, like sweet chocolate alive...

On the Road, Again: Poem

 

On the Road, Again

Frequency, rhythm and tone

Is the interior of music’s

And the exterior of lyrics.

Listen to the sounds of nature

That always calls for adventure.

The trees and birds are greeting.

The roads are calling.

The amber sun above the ocean

Gives rhythm and cushion

For heart frequency

And love sweet melody.

The right tone

Is both exciting and exquisite

As the story’s prerequisite.

One, two, three,

I am alone and I am free.

I am on the road. –

What for? –

Unstoppable,

And it is not odd.

Tomshinsky@2026

Summer Downpour: Poem

 

Summer Downpour

Most beautiful moments of nature

Does not need words.

Nature takes care of wonders and odds.

There is a gentle rhythm

In the falling rain.

It is different from personal pain.

Summer downpour

Make human life slow down,

Obey, and stay calm.

Nature does not pause.

Nature magically makes

Everything magically blooms,  

Grow, and expand.

Sun bakes and broils. –.

Rain waters the burnt.

And everything magically grows.

Listen to nature, soft and sweet.

Listen to nature where wisdom lives

And wonders meet.

Tomshinsky@2026

Fish and Bird: Poem

Fish and Bird

A big, old ugly-looking fish

Grabbed me with its eyes.

It was not fair

Because right here

Is a local place

For colorful, handsome herons.

They are hanging out in bunches

To accommodate lunches

Made of nutritional fish

And breakfast morning coffee.

I hope you agree

Both birds and fish are free.

There are no limits

To amount of nature’s goods.

I am not after credits.

We all need birds to fly,

Fish to swim for our own goods

To be happy, smile,

And keep our eyes dry,

Without tears to cry.

Tomshinsky@2026