A REVOLUTIONARY TURN/ A MOVEMENT

My new book, it hasn't been published yet. Still Writing the first(Rough Draft )
---------------------------------------A Revolutionary Turn
----------------------------------The Creation Of A Movement
October 2012, experimental research is underway and life is moving faster than I thought it could, and It's taking me with it. Time, I thought, is of the essence and getting it done was my main priority. But where do I begin, what do I do first were my biggest questions. Dan, an Ex-NASA employee said to me, in " Latin," keep it simple." Keeping it simple became the main objective. That within it self, helped me move forward and also pushed my thinking. Dan was the only person I spoke with on the subject of Perpetual Motion that wasn't negative or told me I couldn't do it or that it was impossible. He and I worked together for just under 2 years at a company in Ogden, Utah, until I was terminated in 2012. After my termination we lost contact and in the following 4 or 5 years after the termination we had only spoken once about how things were changing at the company. Dan and I had 3 or 4 brief conversations on the idea of perpetual motion; which help me and actually lead to it's discovery. Keeping it simple was the key to unlocking the door and seeing it as a reality. December 17, 2004 saw me leaving the Big Apple to begin a new journey in South Ogden, Utah. Which was quiet and without movement. Unlike New York's 24-7, always open, always moving, a city of perpetual motion that never sleeps. Ten days after landing in Salt Lake City, I landed a job in Farmington, Utah. Would you believe it was a research and development company that was just hours away, coming and going from South Ogden, where I lived. I gave it 4 years of my life and went from working on a production line to a "Line Lead" and a "Machine Operator." But 4 yrs. later found myself back in the city of Ogden hunting for a job. I walked away from the Research & Development Company. A co-worker I befriended, within that 4 yrs. began showing me a great deal of disrespect and I didn't quite understand why. I didn't ever engage or entertain him in his fool heated acts of stupidity; I simply walked away; from a job I truly loved. It was a great place to work with lots of people which reminded me of home, New York City. But not once in the 4 years working at this Research & Development Company did I once think about "Perpetual Motion." Not once did it cross my mind. In 2008 the economy took a big hit. I went from job to job working at a temp agency until I found a company with a job opening. I worked a few weeks and was laid off again. Finding work was getting harder and harder. My options were limited to one of two things, go to school or go on public assistance; I decided to go to school. An applied technical college that was hands on where you were being taught by experienced techs. There I was back in school, another program, another up hill battle. A battle I knew and understood well. I had about 10 years experience in Electrical wiring & preparation. It seemed like the course to take; having 10 yrs. experience, with a certification of some kind, to back my experience, could lead to a career or just a better job opertunity; that was my thinking. In the end, the school gained over $10,000, and I had a piece of paper that didn't take me anywhere. In 2009 while attending school the idea of Perpetual Motion came back to me. Perpetual Motion was on my mind again, but I was no closer than I was in 1981. Years had past since I had last thought about it. It never really left me, it just never bothered me. My grandfather associated this idea with the electric company. I didn't know why even in 2009 at 44 years old. Being in school allowed me to continue making progress in my life. There was very little I didn't know about electrical wiring and preparation. Going to school so late in life seemed strange but full filling because it gave me something to do; something I knew I was good at and I couldn't fail. The whole school experience was good, the interaction with other students, just going lifted my spirits. The idea of perpetual motion came and went. It was just a thought that I really didn't know was possible or not. So, again, it left me but not before I asked one of the instructors if he knew what perpetual motion was. School began to feel like I belonged there. Breakfast in the morning, lunch at midday, it all became who I was and my age was just a number. The experience was uplifting and spoke to me in ways that were healthy, physically and psychologically. So I went with it and didn't fight it. I graduated in early 2010 at the head of my class, that was 10 years of experience talking. Felt good about what I accomplished and now had a certification to go along with my experience. I thought I was ready to forge ahead and start a career as a journeymen electrician. The experience I had and the certification meant nothing, Job after job just turned away and never gave me a call back. There I was on the hunt for a job. Temp agency after temp agency and finally a job, Mckaddy Hospital kitchen staff but that only lasted for awhile. In December of 2010 I started off as temp in a company separating and packaging food items. In July that year they hired me on full time. It allowed me to feel good about myself, and the ability to make progress in my life kept me going. Here is where I met Dan the Ex-NASA employee. When I met Dan I knew I would do it, what ever perpetual motion was. I just knew I would figure it out, create it, build it, invent Perpetual Motion. For some reason I associated this idea with NASA. I had a neighbor (Joe) who's father worked at NASA. When I met Joe, in 2005, we had a couple of conversations about perpetual motion. He told me how his father tried to do it but couldn't. When I first met Joe and he told me his father worked at NASA, I felt that I was getting closer. When I met Dan, 5 years later, I just knew, at that point, I would do it. In 1981 when I was told I would do it, I had no idea what it was, what perpetual motion was, but my grandfather explained it to me. Howard Royal was the only grandfather I knew and his wife treated me like a son. I'd refer to her as "NiyNiy" which means mother in the Philippine language of Tagalog. My grandfather was African American and my grandmother was from the Philippines. I met Mr. Royal in 1979 after the family moved from the lower east of Manhattan to 1140 St. John Ave. in Brooklyn, NY.. In the summer of 1978 at the age of 13 I went down to the Foster Care Agency (which was in downtown Brooklyn, NY) to be given all the information they had about my family and who I was. For me, life changed forever. I was told the truth about my family and who I was. For the next 6 years of my life all I could do is run and run and run. Again, my life changed for ever, and I ran and I ran and I ran. The faster I ran the closer I came to death. Now I had to figure out my purpose and why I was here. That thought came and went so fast I didn't know what to do or who to turn to. So I let life take me where it wanted. At 13 I worked at Geno's Coffee & Donut shop as a dishwasher for about a year. At 14 I would work right up the street from where I lived as kitchen help. At 15 I started working with Mr. Royal during the summer of 1980. He was teaching me everything I needed to know about being a Superintendent of a Residential Building: Plumbing, Carpentry, Painting & Plastering, Boiler maintenance, Masonry, Electrical wiring and Building maintenance. (18 years later I became a superintendent in the Bronx, NY.) The summer of 1981 in the basement of 176 Albany Avenue, Brooklyn, NY, one of Mr. Royal's residential buildings, he gave me the idea of Perpetual Motion. Him simply telling me "That I Would Do It" was good enough for me. At the time we were working on an electrical socket. I was attempting to connect the socket to the electrical current but I stuck my hand in the box and was shocked by electricity. I pulled my hand back quickly but immediately tried sticking my hand back in the box. That's when he, Mr. Royal, saved my life by grabbing me and yelling, loudly, "NO." Minutes later he said to me "You can do it." l said "Do what?" He then said "Perpetual Motion." I replied "Whats That?" He then explained it and then told me "No batteries, no electricity and you can do it." I simply said okay and went back to work. Some time early in the year, during 1980, the family moved to the Vanderveer Estates on Foster Avenue in Flatbush, Brooklyn NY. It was a nice place to live. During the warmer seasons people were every where outside. We lived on the Terris in building 3501 on Foster Avenue in Brooklyn. At that time it was mostly West Indians and African Americans. One of my high school teachers lived on the Terris in the building directly across from mine in 3505. I can say I loved that neighborhood, the people, the time period, for me it was about growth and change. Change I did, mentally I was still running, but change took time. During the summers of 1980 & 81 Mr. Royal would sometime come to Vanderveer and pick me up for work; all the way into Flatbush from Bedfordstuyvesant, Brooklyn. He would pick me up every Wednesday for bible study and on Sunday for church service. One day he just stop picking us up for bible study and Sunday church service. In the summer of 1980 while living in Flatbush, I went outside walking toward the stairs leading out off the Terris. As I was walking I asked the question of why I was here. The question came from within and directed at god. I received no answer but kept walking up to the park which was one block away. I liked playing chess and the only place I could go to play, outside a couple of neighbors, was the park. No kids in my neighborhood played so I was forced to play the men in park. This day in my life became the best day of my life. I sat and played with Myles who was one of the better players out of the about a dozen that played in the park. All of the men were in their early mid 30's. I played and beat Myles for the first time. I jumped for joy and ran around that small area where played and screaming "I beat Myles" "I beat Myles" "I beat Myles." That had only been the beginning. After that I sat and played an additional 17 straight games and won 16 straight. That day became my very best irrespective to what ever else I did in life. 16 plus the win over Myles was by far the greatest day of my life. One of my opponents was Charley Brown who was in law school and we lived in the same building. . He was visibly upset and left the park but; before he left he looked at me and said "You'll Never Do That Again." Others saw how serious he was and commented "its just a game, he's a kid." It didn't matter to Charley he felt it shouldn't have happened. I played 8 players twice and one player 3 times. I lost that 17th game but felt good about what I had just done. I never did beat Charley again; he read book after book after book. I didn't think it would bother him that much. As a 15 year old kid I didn't think about it too hard because it was just a game. Life carried on as normal as could be and I kept on moving forward. I remember asking God to let me see what was out there. I remember thinking that there had to be more and I wanted to see it. So he opened the door, slowly, and life took another turn. The next 3 years 81, 82 and 83 were quiet nothing too eye opening. Travis and I became friend when the Family moved into 1140 St. John avenue in Brooklyn NY. He and I got caught in a arcade room where these men came in and shot up the place. Travis was 18 and I was 17. Travis got us out of there by going behind the Arcade machines. He literally with one hand tossed each Arcade machine off the wall so we could have a pathway out. Neither of us suffered any injuries getting out of there. Late 83 into 84 is when life took another turn. I began smoking cigarettes/weed/marijuana/ drinking beer a little liquor here and there, hanging with the wrong crowd. At that point in my life I had 5 or 6 pistols pulled on me and caught in 3 shoot outs and not once did I have a gun. A couple months before graduating high school a group of us was hanging-out in the back of the school. Someone called the cops and, soon as the cops pulled in to the yard way someone through bullets on the ground and as the cops exited there vehicle they pulled their guns out and told us to put our hands up, turn around and face the wall. The called additional car because there was about eight of us. They took us down to the precinct and threw us in jail. A family member worked at that precinct, Lynn Toes, but she played like she didn't even know me. They released us after a few hours. The high school was closed so we just all headed home. A few months later I graduated with honors, believe it or not. Never cared for school, was a waist of time I thought. I was back in the neighborhood looking for work but could find nothing but a job I had when I was 13 years old. It was at Beer and Soda warehouse. I did it for a couple of months and was back in the neighborhood. This time it was drugs, pot, weed, selling nickel bags from an apartment in Vanderveer. I got robbed at gun point trying to elude the cops. I thought the cops were coming but it was a set up. I open the door to leave before the cops came to the apartment. When I open the door there were two gunmen there waiting for me. One had a 45 and the other had a 32. Give me the drugs and the money. The drugs were in a bag I was holding in my hand. He took it, then went for the money in my front jean pockets. After that they took off down the stairs and were gone. The next day I had to answer for what happen. I went home and stashed the money they didn't take. I put the money behind the washing machine in the kitchen. The next day my mother watched me as I moved the washer to get the money. When she saw the two stacks of cash all she could say is "Derrick" and I left the apartment. I met up with Gregory and told him what happened who robbed me and, gave back the cash they didn't take. He was surprised I gave back the money they didn't take. From there I went to transporting from state to state; New York and New Jersey. There was a problem in Jersey within the first three or four weeks. So I headed back to Flatbush and was done. It was time to head in a different direction. When I was back in the 'Bush,' I remember, during the summer, I was walking up the block headed home thinking that there had to be something better than this; there had to be more to life. So, I changed everything I was doing. I was in doors before dark and even changed the programs I watched on television. Like the Strong man contest, golf, Tennis, Cycling, Things I didn't even know were televised or understand. But I watched and I watched and I watched. I started going back to church on my own. Walking from Flatbush, Brooklyn to Long Island Queens. I desperately wanted to change my life. One day while standing on Nastrand Avenue doing nothing. Mr. Royal pulled up in his station wagon and called out my name. I said "Mr. Royal" and jumped in. I started working for him again; he truly was a god send. He moved me in a basement apartment of one of the private houses he owned on Kosciuszko St. in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, NY. It was just two houses down from where he lived. I stayed in that basement apartment for about a year. During that time he paid for my to get driving lessons which were 6. Not long after did I get my license. With all that Mr. Royal did for me he saved my life. After work and on the weekend and after church on Sunday I would knock on doors and speak to people about god and going to church. Weekends were beginning to be calmer, easier to live. Going to church on Wednesday and Sunday and, working every day was ideal and I was all in. I did start to get bored. So I would walk around the neighborhood just looking for something to do. Just happened to walk by the "Bedfordstuyvesant" Boxing Gym. I looked in and saw a couple guys boxing and thought to myself "I could do that." It was now 85' and I was 20 years old. During the summer of 1985 Mr. Royal moved me in to 176 Albany Ave, the basement apartment. I became the superintendent of 176 Albany Avenue and the attached store front property. As well as the residential building and store front property directly down the street on the same block of Albany avenue. Directly across the street from Albany Projects. I did the same things daily as a superintendent. All of the store front properties were rented by Middle Easterners. They were all Muslims from the Middle East; Iran, Iraq, Sudan and Saudi Arabia. They also were tenets of the residential buildings.We always got along not ever any problems or issues between us. Moving into 176 Albany avenue destroyed the idea of Bedford Stuyvesant Boxing gym. I found another gym, The P.A.L., the Police Athletic League which was miles away. Boy & Girl High school was a half a mile away from 176 Albany ave. where I lived. They had an outdoor quarter mile track at the school. I knew running was apart of the training for boxing. But before I did anything I went to my minister and asked him if I could compete in Boxing. He gave me permission but before doing so he asked me a few questions about how I was filling physically, emotionaly and spiritually. After that I was ready to take on the challenge. I solved my problem of being board; now I had something to do. Life took a turn for the better. I began to see how living on the right side was the best side. Trying to follow the word of god wasn't hard I just had to want to follow and want listen, which I did. It was there, in the basement of 176 Albany avenue, were I drew my first design trying to create Perpetual Motion. All I drew was what I was able to put together mentally from what I had seen and known about motion and movement. The drawing captured my thoughts and perception of a movement. I drew it and then mentally watched the drawing as if it were in motion. I watched the drawing for hours and then it stopped; I moved on. I did what my job asked of me every day. And made it to the track everyday and ran for miles. This was how my day went, everyday. Work, the track and work out at home. I didn't walk into the gym until October 1986 when I was 21 years old. The coach asked me how old I was and I told him 21. He looked at me and said "Your too old." I replied "Too old?" The conversation went in circles for about 5 minutes before he told me I could try it if I wanted to; and I did. Now my days and week were full. Work, the gym and church on Wednesday and Sunday. The first year was the hardest and demanded me to work twice has hard as anyone else, so I did and worked harder than I thought I could. I ran to and from the gym; 8 miles a day. The coach had me working the heavy bag for the first 2 or 3 weeks. I thought he was trying to get me to quit or walk away. What he didn't know was I had made up my mind once the minister gave me the okay. April 1987, 22 years old, and my first fight. I was Knocked out in the first round, which was on a Friday. After getting knocked out the coach patted me on the shoulder gave me rye look and said "I'll see ya." That following Monday evening, 5:30 pm he did, to his surprise. That Monday I took a trip to the old neighborhood, Vanderveer and ran in to some old friends. I showed them the daily News where I completed in the Golden Gloves. My boys thought I was dead because I disappeared. That kind of speaks to the things we use to do.They were happy to see me and know I was alive. The family had moved out of Vanderveer, late 86/early 87 about 2 miles away into a private house just beyond the Junction where Flatbush and Nostrand Avenues intersect. It was a nice area to live in, the junction was a shopping district where you could find anything you needed or wanted. That following Monday I was back in the gym looking to train and get better. My first coach "Depp, " worked as a security guard in one of the largest libraries in Brooklyn, NY.. He also was surprised to see me, as was the others. After the Golden Gloves Tournament was over which no one from our gym won or metaled. We had two fighters come to our gym with their coach looking for sparing. At that time we had about seven fighters including myself. These two fighters truly could fight. They also competed in the gloves and one won the Silver and the other the Bronze. We had a light heavy weight and a middle weight who were tired of sparing one another and no one else, so, they went to another gym. There were still five of us and with the two new fighters we still had seven fighter in the gym. After a couple of weeks we were down to four fighters. Manuel and Jonze chased just about every one out the gym. Jonze was a beast and Manuel would pick people apart. Jonze had incredible power for a 15 years old. No one wanted to spar him much less fight him. I started sparing Jonze later in the year of 1986, 3 times in November and a couple of times in December. Jonze and Manuel is what we needed at the gym but not what we wanted. I was 21 years old and this 15 year old kid was destroying me. In 87' after the Golden Glove Tournament they became permanent fixtures at our gym. I had already faced one hard hitting fighter when I first stepped in the ring back in 86. Not ever had I been hit with a gloved fist and the first time I was hit mentally I quit, didn't want any more. But he hit me again and that made me angry so, I fought on. He didn't know it but at the moment he hit me I quit; I was done and didn't want any more. In the next two weeks after that sparing session that fighter, Bobby, left the gym. Now, we had Jonze and Manuel, they were better than any of us. Jonze and Manuel's coach, Stanley, worked as a US postal Mailman. They were at the gym everyday ready to go. The last 8 months of 1987 was all about learning the game and paying dues. Jonze and spared everyday and he dropped me every day for almost the whole 8 months. I'd leave the gym run home and think about what I could do get stronger. I decided to do push-ups something I never did. It took me time but I did a thousand push-ups a day for months. I thought to myself that one day I would get Jonze back and, when I did, it would only be him, his coach and myself in the gym. November/December of of 87 I did, I dropped Jonze and he slid down the ropes and fell to the canvas. His coach Stanley screamed "Stop, Stop." My boxing abilities took a turn. Jonze was only 16 years old, 5' 7" and weighed 112 lbs with 5 years experience. I was 22, 5' 7" and 132 lbs. with 15 months experience. I didn't look at his age or weight after stepping in the ring with him. Jonze destroyed me regularly. Dropped me just about every day with body and head shots. He later on became a 3x world champion, Jonze could fight, it was his calling. In late 1987 early 88 I moved from 176 Albany avenue because my training and boxing started demanding more of my time, I could no longer be the Superintendent. I moved in to the house with the family on Avenue J and Flatbush. I started working at Wendy's fast food. It was the only place that would allow me to go when I needed to. My day changed but I was still moving forward. I was thinking about myself and what I wanted from life. I just left my grandfather and went on my own per-suet. Maybe it was the way it was meant to go; in 87/88 we were stuck up at gun point. My grandparents came to collect rent and they were speaking to me. I was in the basement and they were at the top of stairwell. A gun men came through the entryway door in to the building. They were right behind the door and when the gun entered he pushed them both down the stairwell leading into the basement. All along gun pointed and finger on the trigger. I saw them get pushed down the stairs and went to the stairwell and for what ever reason I started heading toward the gunmen. He simply pointed the gun at me and told me to back up. He repeated it 3 or 4 times. I had backed up all the way to a wall and the gunmen was still telling me to back up. I started to say or tell him I couldn't go any further back. My back was against a wall. But as soon as I opened my mouth my grand mother slapped me in the mouth and pulled me to the ground where they fell. The gunmen asked "where's the money?" My grandmother pointed, he ran and grabbed her pocketbook and ran out of the basement. I believe, not to long after that, I left and moved back home. Working at Wendy's was fun and always busy. There was a college about 40 yards away and we were right there at the Junction. Life at that point had taken many turns. It was good to be at Wendy's and training hard. My life seemed promising and going the right direct. At this point in life working and boxing was all there was. In 1987 I won few fight but I was getting better. 1988 was a prolific and took a turn that I never saw coming. It almost seemed life the idea of Perpetual Motion just left me and life was taking me somewhere else. In 1988 I won the Golden Gloves in Madison Square Garden. After the fight my coaches Depp and Stanley all smiles. The cameras, the interviewers, signing an autograph for a young kid, it was something I couldn't see coming. When you win the gloves they give you a pair of 14K Gold Gloves with a Diamond centered between the gloves. So many were happy for me and congratulated me. Everyone of my coworkers and family members. My mother was elated and even more so when I gave the gloves. I won so many fights and tournaments in 1988 a wall in my living-room was filled with trophies and metals. Life was good nd headed in the right direction. In 1989 I won the Golden Gloves for a second time. This time it was in the Open Division; for fighters with more than 10 fights.Again it was a prolific year. It was about time I went to Mr. Royal, it had been a couple of years since I seem him last. I going to church when I felt like it. Why? I really don't know. I kept training hard and going to work at Wendy's. It was a hot summer day and walked in the house and my mother handed me a letter and said read it. I said "It open." She then replied just read it. I began reading and then asked her "What's a Passport?" I had became an international athlete. This was a turn in life I never saw, didn't expect or even knew was possible. I was 24 and just under 3 years ago I was told I was to old. My mother shed tears; she what I had escaped. England, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Oslo, it was an experience something I never looked for. When I returned I had articles my mother could hang on the wall next to the trophies. She was pleased and happy for me. She always said I could do anything I wanted to do if I put my mind to it. This I wanted but didn't know it was possible. I was in the city and advanced all the way to final in the P.A.L national tournament. I took advantage of every advantage I could. I entered the ring with my international trunks and shirt on. My opponent's coach jump up and protested by yelling "He can't wear that" "He can't wear that." I had fought Victor Miller 4 times and 3. This fight was big but the politics saw me win the fight. It was close enough for Victor to win and he should have but didn't. I felt for him but I knew him and Victor knew me. Not long after that tournament I retired but stayed in shape. I went to the 1990 Golden Gloves tournament and Victor Miller was fighting the 1988 Olympic Representative of Barbados. I fought him in a P.A.L regional tournament and won. I was rooting for Victor but he lost. I had friends asking why I wasn't in the gloves tournament. I retired and was happy with what I had accomplished. After I retired I tried looking for a job and I went every where looking. Found myself now at Glenson's gym in downtown Brooklyn. It was one of the biggest and most well known gyms in New York. I found a coach/trainer/manager that was willing to take me on as a professional, which is not what wanted to do but I did. I guess he wanted to see me in action. He signed me up for the Golden Gloves again in 1991. I won the gloves for a third time but received no gloves; the Daily News boycotted and didn't sponsor the tournament. I didn't sign a contract with him. He had a partner that looked at my age and was skeptical. I was 26 years old and in there eyes I was too old. I didn't want to turn pro, but couldn't find a job and didn't want take something that help me change my life and use it to make money. I didn't see that as the right thing to do; but I did it. Life was taking on new face, a face I didn't recognize. Boxing wasn't something I loved, it really wasn't, even, something I liked. I was simply trying to stay busy. That life lasted till 1992 and I walked away. October 86 to April 92, 5 years and 7 months and it will always be remembered. Regret none of it. Life moved on and I went with it. From late 92 to 95 I sat out a contract. Found myself working in a gym teaching Boxing Aerobics. Where I met a young lady and we started dating and before long we moved to Iowa and then Minnesota. It truly was beautiful place to live in. In 1995 my mother passed away and I returned to New York. From 1984 to 1995 not once did I consciously think about Perpetual Motion. Life was taking where it wanted and, felt like I had no choice. Back in New York and what was I going to do. An old friend met up with me in Queens, NY. She let me room with her and I was thankful for that because I had nowhere to go. Shortly after we began dating. We had met back in the late 80's while I was working at Wendy's and boxing. She actually came to one of my fights. I invited her to a church service which she attended. We met through her sister who also worked at Wendy's. Rooming together brought us closer quicker. We had a daughter and life took another turn. I was now the father of a precious little girl. Life took on a knew meaning. What my grandfather taught me so many years ago came to use so I could care for my family. I became a Superintendent in a 30+ residential apartment building. It was almost a dream come true. I went out obtained an apartment and a monthly paycheck in one scoop. As the superintendent I had a free apartment and $1300 a month. My grandfather gave me away to survive and live. In 1997 we moved to Flushing, Queens NY. It was by far a better place to raise our daughter. Leaving what I knew how to do was hard. It was what I was trained to do for years. I went to my boss and spoke with him about the move. First thing I remember him saying was "What if she throw you out!" My reply was "She wouldn't do that." He wished me luck. I stayed on until they found a replacement. Flushing, NY. absolutely beautiful where we moved into. I absolutely loved the ethnic make up of the neighborhood. There was slice of everyone; African Americans, European Americans, Middle Eastern Americans West Indian American, Asian Americans. This neighborhood had all anyone could want. Houses, Condos, Rentals and just about anything else you thought you might have wanted. Our apartment complex had a kids Park directly across the street. A Super Market around the corner near a laundry, a dry cleaner, diner, Pharmacy, liquor store, Discount department store and an Elementary school just to our immediate right directly across the street. All of these stores were within 2 or 3 blocks of our front door. It was a fine place to live. Our daughter started preschool early in 1998 and that gave me time to research, go to the library. I asked, Kristina, my daughter's mother, in 1998, if she knew what "Perpetual Motion" was? She replied "Something that keeps on going?" I simply replied "Yeah." Being a stay home dad, I cooked and cleaned, did laundry, went shopping. Took, Shorty, my daughter, to school and picked her up. After taking her to school I would go to the library which was about 3/4 of a mile away. I went everyday until I found it. When I first went to the library looking for what ever I could find. I found nothing but article after article saying, telling how it was impossible. Then gave reason after reason for it's impossibility. Day after day I would go to the library and read about how it couldn't be done. One day after reading again and again and again how this was impossible. I left the library thinking: Why did Mr. Royal tell me I could do something that every article, every book says is impossible? I thought about who he was as a man, as a person, as a teacher and a man of god. So, I returned to the library and continued searching. How many more days I walked too and from the library I couldn't say. I kept going until that day came where I fond it, and I did. I found where an Italian inventor in the 17th century created Perpetual Motion using a clock. He built the clock and placed it in the face of the building. The story read: The inventor died but his clock continued telling time. Everyone moved out of the town but the clock kept the correct time. The clock was destroyed when reconstruction began and no one told the re-constructors about the clock. Once I read this story I left the the library telling myself that I'll do it just not within a clock. I knew nothing about clocks. Walking home I knew I was no closer to Perpetual Motion then I was in 1981, 17 years had passed and still had no idea where to begin, where to start or what to do first. I left the library believing I would do it, and what that was I didn't know. Life kept moving forward and before I knew it, what my boss said to me 5 years ago had come to fruition. Kristina had threw me out of the apartment; January 7, 2002. I didn't know what to do but life had prepared me for where I was headed. From Flushing, Queens I walked to the Bronx and from the Bronx I walked to Brooklyn, but had to go through Manhattan first. I was homeless for 15 months. All I could do is walk from place to place. Hunger, starvation was something I guess I had to feel. Being on the street, being homeless shows you a lot about yourself and who you are, as well as your love ones. I knew I didn't have any love ones. Growing up in the Foster care system, showed me that. I didn't dare knock on anyone's door asking for help. I did call one person and they actually came and gave me $40 dollars, said good luck and drove off. Walking around Brooklyn I found a shelter right off Fulton St.. I stayed there a couple of days and left. April 15, 2003 I called a friend in Utah and told them of my situation and how I had been homeless for 15 months and if they could help me? I was told to wait they had to discuss it first. For me, that was just more confirmation that I really meant nothing to them accept perhaps a "Casual Friend" after 30 years; what ever relationship that was there didn't mean anything, but I understood. They flew me out there on the 22nd of April 2003 and with the first paycheck I payed them back. I worked for several months left again and went back to NYC to try and restart my Boxing career. My management wasn't ready to get me going in the right direction. I was there over a year without a single fight. I was back in Utah on December 17th, 2004 and was working 10 days later. Farmington Research and Development. First time ever working on a production line. It was nice working with many other people, reminded me of the Big Apple. I had a feeling this would be a good place to work. It was something to do that allowed me to make progress . I met a few and spoke with even fewer. Where would it go and how long would this job last. I really couldn't believe how far away this place was from where I lived. I'd leave 2 hours before time to clock in just in case; I also had a about a 10 or 15 minutes walk after getting of the bus. I liked the ride out there because it allowed to think. In my first couple of years I worked on every line doing just about everything. In the beginning they sold hot lunches. They actually had a kitchen and small lunch room which they closed down a few month later. It was a huge place, Farmington Research & Development, there was a warehouse area, delivery trucks, loading area. The production floor was about 100ft x 40ft with additional office space of to the side. I was impressed with the lay out. Two years in I was promoted to line lead. In 2006 while still working at FRD I had contemplated getting back in the ring, lasing up. I was going to the gym on the weekends working out. I was going to start in Utah and fight my way out. I thought about it intensely and thought to myself "I'd probably have to kill someone for them to take me serious." I was 41 years old but ready to put it all on the line. I came up with a name; "Old Man Of The Mountain." I looked the name up just to see if it had a meaning, It did. It referred to a "Muslim Assassin Of The Mountain." I was shook and worried because I would have tried to kill someone in the ring. After reading the meaning of the name I couldn't get back in the ring because I would have killed someone. I was always a very deliberate person; if I said I was going to do it, I did. Within the next couple of years I became a machine operator at FRD. In may/June of 2008 I walked away from FRD because of a co-worker who was trying to provoke me and he was good at his job. I was tired of the almost 2 hour ride every day. In the four years working at FRD not once did I think about or speak to anyone about perpetual motion while working at FRD. Where was I going now? Back in Ogden looking for work. It seemed temp agencies were the way to go. I found a full time job at a moving company. It didn't last long because of the collapse of economy. I went to an applied technology college for Electrical wiring and preparation. I entered the school in late 2008 and graduated in 2010. My experience backed by certificates meant nothing. I was back in Ogden looking for work. I went here and there and landed a permanent job at Wonder Bread. That lasted a few months and I was back at a temp agency that sent me to a candy distributing warehouse. I started as temp in December 2010 and was hired on permanently in June/July 2011. Being here was where I was meant to be. I was a child when I was told what I would do. As an adult I associated what I would do with God. I was now 46 years old and much smarter and wiser. This job allowed me to develop the idea of perpetual motion and discover it. This was another location I really appreciated and loved going to. Now I was working with adults. There were no kids or teenagers working here. Another huge warehouse bigger than any I previously worked in, bigger than 'FRD.' This Location was closer; bus ride and a 10 minute walk. I was off on Friday and Saturday. Working on Sunday was something I never did before; I got used to it. This warehouse had about 35 workers at any given time. Once I was hired on full time my task changed. I now put orders together and loaded delivery trucks. Some time in 2011 I moved in with a girlfriend, Sarah. I spoke with her, briefly, about the idea of Perpetual Motion. I started building applications while staying with her. My first thought on creating Perpetual Motion lead me to a "Sphere." That just came to me on its own. I came to know why later and didn't question the thought when it first came. I put together things I suspected would show movement. It really didn't get going till I spoke with in Dan in early/mid 2012. In January 20th, 2012 I walked out on Sarah and ended the relationship. I've not ever been argumentative and she began to argue about things that I thought were trivial and childish. She almost came to a point where she wanted to fight. She knew I would not ever put my hands on her. I know I could have loved her and probably would have married her. Back at the warehouse work was pretty much the same thing every day. After 30 days in the warehouse you knew your job like a shorty order cook. Dan was key to this discovery of Perpetual Motion. The conversations we held were needed and also pushed my thinking. At home things changed; what I was doing, what I was thinking. One day, after I got off the bus and head to work walking, I was thinking about what I could do when I crossed these railroad tracks. Then it dawned on me "TRACKS," I'll use tracks. I had something. I was closer than I had been in years. Dan and I had spoken a number of times on the subject of Perpetual Motion. These brief conversation were of great value to me. They allowed me to see the virtually impossible. In July 2012 I was stricken with Cancer and to be operated on. I had insurance from the company I worked for. I had the surgery, that coast $ 20,000 dollars. 3 months later they fabricated/manufactured a story and had me fired for not doing what I was hired to do over 18 months ago. A job that every order taker employee performed every single day, all day. I had a law great case to that I would have won in a court of law. I did file the suit because I thought about about my co-workers and how the law suit may have affected them in relation to layoffs or the closing of the warehouse. I simply couldn't and wouldn't have wanted that to happen to my co-workers. I was simply surprised when they called me in the office and told me what I did and didn't do; because one of my accusers was a (26 to 28 year old) member of the "CHURCH" of Utah. She sat there with a straight face and supported The Fabrication, The Manufactured story that to my termination. My supervisor walked me out the building, patted me the shoulder and said "Sorry." I was truly thankful for the operation. I had what was needed to move forward. "Crossing the tracks," having my "Thoughts Pushed," and "Keeping it simple;" these were key" this is what I needed. I wasn't unhappy. The termination surprised me. But I accepted it and moved on. Being I associating this idea, this motion, this movement, Perpetual Motion with God. I began to contemplate the pathway and the time period for this creation he was giving the world. Then I questioned "Why Me?" My thoughts began to embrace this idea and truly attempt to bring it to fruition. In November 2012 there was a revolutionary turn. Experimental research was under way and simplicity was the vision. I was creating the simplest application I could. My thinking, horizontal. up and down. So, I shaped the application's frame, and then assembled it, then tested. It didn't work. So, I simplify even further. I shape the application's frame. Sat it on the side and placed a sphere near by. I turned to go up stairs and then heard a noise behind me. I turned and everything slowed down, almost in slow motion. I saw the sphere being diverted, pushed, moved, crashing on to the frame. I then began drawing designs based on what I saw. I then associated what I saw with Pie = 3.1415 and drew an application based off what I saw. I then built and tested it. The sphere traveled 2 feet 5.5 inches around the designed application. The designed applications length around design is 2 feet 5.5 inches. Sphere traveled 100% around design then came to a valley in the tracks. Sphere successfully navigated the first 14.75 inches and then successfully covered the last 14.75 inches. The sphere rolled back and forth across a valley in the tracks which I knew was there. But why it was there was my question. To be able to do something every physics book says is impossible is incredible. That was 2012 and that application I took to a friend to show hem the possibilities. Once I reached that point I felt as tho I had done. 2013 saw me stay home all year, and run to the library every day. I attempted to build longer designs, shorter designs. I kept running into problems. My problem became watching movies and television while trying to build. To say the process is boring and mentally draining. would not be correct. It simply demands a meticulous nature which I never had but attempted to develope. 2014 saw me temping at a Powder Coating location in West Ogden. I spoke with one of the bosses there about the idea of Perpetual Motion he was enthusiastic and interested in the conversation. I worked there for several months to a year and went to a company working on a production line. 2015 seen me working on the the production line in South Ogden and another in 2016 in Clearfield, Utah. A location I worked in before during the first few years in Utah. I realized over the years that this is God using me. This story goes back decades. I had to reevaluate my life and look at it and understand I had a purpose, a calling that I was told when I was 2 going on 3. 1967/68 sitting in church, directly in front of the minister. He looked at me and said "One day God will use you." My mother was sitting in the first seat on the bench. When he looked at me and said God would use you, I jumped down off the bench and ran to my mother and asked her "God gon use me mommy?" "To do what mommy?" "To do what mommy." "I don't know Derrick, I don't know." My mother and were in church every Sunday. Our lives were simple. My mother would go to work and I'd stay in bed till she came home. I even remember her telling me to stay in bed until she came home and I would. She had me in nursery at three years old. That's when they first started testing me. What they were testing for I did not know. 2 kids and myself were given the task of drawing a turtle. They placed the picture of a turtle in front us and told us to draw it. We did and I took the longest to complete the drawing. Within the next few days the other two kids were gone. My mother couldn't afford to move me to some special program or nursery. Not long after did they give me my first psych-evaluation at 3 years old and then again at 5 years old, and then there were multiple evaluations. After my evaluations at 5 years old. They labeled me "Anti Social/ psychopath" and scheduled me for a return visit where they tried to shut me down. After their little experiment I couldn't talk but I could hear my mother asking me "Derrick, what did they do to you?" She asked me 2 and then I answered her. "Nothing." I was there but my consciousness had elevated to place in my head. It almost seemed like I was in a safe place where nothing could bother me. Things as a child of 3 years old just seemed normal. I wasn't aware of the strange or abnormal or the impossible. Things I experienced as a 3 year old no one would believe or understand. I came to realize that I was a child of God, later in life, because what he showed me and did for me, starting as a child.Through out my life he always showed me he is and would be present all the days of my life. As a child I fell from the window of a 10 story building. Stood up from the soil and ran around to the front of the building. I couldn't reach the 10th floor button in the elevator so I ran up the stairs. Knocked on the door. My mother asked "who is it? I said " Derrick." She opened the door and asked " what you doing out there?" I said "I fell out the window." She went and closed my window and either the next day or two she had bars put in all the windows. Unbelievable ? How would it be made possible that I could or would fabricate this story. Why? What do I gain. . . There is something more that I witnessed as a child of 2 or 3 years old. I was at my window, again. Which was something I always did; playing in my window. On this day, I turned around to witness a figure standing in my room with a smile on his face. I greeted him with cheer because I had no idea of fear. He asked me what I wanted? I said "To live for ever." This figure asked me again "What else do you want?" I replied "All the money in the world." After that he left as he appeared. Why would a 2 or 3 year old ask for money? At 2 and 3 years old (In the 1960's) I watched a program called "Richie Rich," as his name would indicate he was rich. Faith is the belief in something for which there is no proof. I know God exist, he has shown me and witnessed to me. Perpetual Motion is a
thing of God. Only God can bring it together and make it continuous.
In 1966 my mother past away and I went to live with her brother and his family. Which had 3 girls Deborah, Denise and Donna. 2 boys James and Alex. Life, for me, took on a new complexion and immediately it would produce growth; mentally, physically and emotionally. In a different place, in a different time, in a different family. Life was moving fast and hard. Growing up and being responsible was an installment through growth and maturity, as well as being a necessity. Getting out on your own and being a mature (young} adult was a goal, something desired and worked for. There were no easy ways out. Hard work, commitment and sacrifice were the keys given for success. Being encouraged every step of the way. Being told "You can do anything you want to do if you put your mind to it." Was more than just encouragement, it was the key that unlocking the door. The pathway to achievement, success is often times than not an uphill battle. Other times there is a straight way to a better way. This roadway to perpetual motion, from the beginning, was an uphill battle. As is life's rewards, in it's obstacle ridden pathway. The movement of perpetual motion is a God send and a tool for those less fortunate.