Kokinakos Children: Missing

Christy Kokinakos, a good friend of mine recently went through a custody battle with her soon to be ex-husband, Stephen Kokinakos. On August 18th, Christy was awarded sole custody of her children, Matthew, Alex, and Christopher. That same night Stephen was to drop off the children to their mother, but never showed up. It has been over a week now; the boys and Stephen are no where to be found. Stephen Kokinakos has kidnapped his own children and is on the run. He is 35 years old with brown eyes, and stands 5'10" with a thin to athletic build. He mentioned that if he would lose the case he would take the kids and flee. He and the children are traveling in a blue 2005 Landrover. Stephen has a temper and is to be approached with caution. Steve knows not to use credit cards and most likely is venturing to campgrounds and rest stops. He has family in Florida and leads also may put him in Texas. Steve and the children could be anywhere. Please check out the link and notify the authorities if you may see any of these people. Prayers for the children and Christy are most appreciated. Please forward this message and link to others with the hope that it will help aid in locating the Kokinakos children.

www.tronster.com/missing

Observations

Three middle-aged men gawking at a young bartender is pathetic.

Respect at work is not solely tied to performance.

Cheating in anything, is an act that disagrees with me.

I have seen strength come from the most unlikely of places.

There is something appealing about a woman that wears their hair back.

Pessimism is subjective, but almost never needed.

The inventor of ‘Guiness’, must have been inspired by God.

Two articles of clutter quickly multiply.

Time spent with someone can make more of an impact than the words one says.

Bar None (revisited)

The bar scene, and how ones perspective can change, astounds me. I have regularly been meeting some guys out on Wednesday nights. We have started to make it almost routine to meet there to shoot pool and hang out. I have also been apart of a group that is meeting at another place every third Thursday of the month. My intentions with these gatherings is to get to know those I am with on a more personal level, and have the opportunity to engage in interactions where certain environments may offer easier avenues to do so.

So what I have noticed so far, first, I enjoy the environment differently than I used too. I notice that sometimes I find myself analyzing the interactions around the place and reading into the intentions of the room. I mean, let’s try to get into why someone goes out to a bar or club. One, they are going out to have fun with the group they are with, or two to meet someone of the opposite sex. Most of the time it’s the latter.

Some say that there is a bond formed with those that can drink together. I don’t know if I completely agree, but there is something. Most of our conversations revolve around work, relationships, and whatever craziness is happening at the moment.

Once the scene used to be my playground, now I see it as a place to converse and laugh with those I aim to know, or care about.

Fellowship Flash

Weekend of community wrapped up with relaxation, fellowship, and eastern shore activity.

Three vehicles hit the road this weekend for time out at my parent’s summer home. We arrived Friday night and all met up at my old college hang out spot. The place reminded me more so of how time flies and things change. We were off to the summer home. The rest of the night we relaxed with beverages and laughs in the hot tub.

A few of us slept in but awoke to such a nice day. We vegged-out with some card games and then the canoe got some action. We feasted on some true Maryland crabs and corn on the grille. The night offered a clear sky as we marveled out on the four hundred foot dock. Two fishing poles clocked in as we angled our way through the moments. We had a blast. We only caught two fish, but we were eating up the experience.

Time almost seemed to slow down. It was great times had by all; we will surely have to venture out there again.

Identity Theft

I just finished another book, this one titled, “City Impact” by Daniel Bernard. The book absolutely was worth the read. One thing that caught my eye was this concept in one of the later chapters, on this so-called ‘Identity Theft.’

Perhaps you have seen the commercials that catch our attention with wit and humor. These commercials typically use average people doing common things such as mowing the lawn, working out, or other home activities. But as the person starts to speak, rather than their voice, the voice of someone different begins to talk. These voices are out of place and differ as such that they may be in fact a voice of someone of the opposite sex, social status, or age demographic. The voice starts to speak of trips, jewelry, clothes, and other luxuries that were bought with the stolen credit card of the average Joe shown on the screen.

Identity theft is serious thing. So what happens when Satan slowly steals our identity, or even worse, the community’s? This snake I assure you is seeking for more than credit cards and stolen material amenities.