I always wanted to write a book, but never sat down to make it happen.
I was on a beach in Mexico and the inspiration came to me so I sat down and started typing.
Below is the text for the first chapter. If you like it, please buy the book.
Email me and I’ll send you the PDF.
I have also read the first 3 chapters and put them onto my utube and rumble channels
Life is What Happens While You’re Making Other Plans
Written by David Dawei
Dedicated to my Parents and Jesus Christ.
Without them, I would be nothing.
Thanks to my Brother, RJ.
I appreciate your assistance and encouragement.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places, and incidents either are the product of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 by David Dawei
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
reproduced or used in any manner without written
permission of the copyright owner except for the
use of quotations in a book review.
information, email: David@DavidDawei.com.
Hi, My name is Dawei…
Today is Friday, the 10th of November 2017, which also happens
to be the 242nd Birthday of the United States Marine Corps.
It is zero six thirty (6:30 AM) and I’m sitting on a spectacular
stretch of beach on the edge of a small village called Agua
Blanca nestled along the Pacific coast in Oaxaca, Mexico.
I’m waiting for the Sun to make its appearance for the day and it
just started peeking over a hill in the distance. The mountains in
the background are a dark shade of purple, almost as if they
were painted into the sky using a piece of charcoal.
There is a constant breeze here and when the Sun is down, it
can actually feel a little chilly even though it might still be 70F
In a matter of minutes, there will be a blinding light beaming
down and the temperature will start to quickly rise.
As the Sun starts its ascension, it illuminates the clouds in the
sky turning them pinkish blue and the mist of the morning air
sparkles as if thousands of diamonds are floating in the cielo. El
Sol (The Sun) continues its climb and intensifies and turns the
entire sky a hue of peach and gold.
In front of me is a long expanse of unpopulated beach where an
occasional local fisherman will brave the harsh Pacific Ocean
that continuously hammers the shoreline with its waves. Over
time, the sand on the beach will be moved and shuffled much
like the sand in an hourglass, where eventually it is put back
together the way it used to be. Nature takes and then it returns.
I’ve been sitting on the beach for a while as night turned to
pre-dawn and then into the Sun rise. I am an early riser anyway,
but I had trouble staying asleep, so I came out to walk earlier
than normal today. On my return, instead of going up to the
house and making some coffee, I decided to sit here with my
camera and wait to watch the Pelicans fly along the coast in
formation only inches above the waves.
I think I would like to come back as a Pelican. They are a big
bird, so I doubt they have many natural predators. The humans
here tend to leave them alone. They have an unlimited food
supply and they make flying look like so much fun. They are so
free and content when they glide by or when they are diving like
a torpedo plane into the ocean to grab a fish and then roll back
their head like they are laughing. Its prey slides back into its
gullet on the way to its stomach. When it has completed enough
of these sorties, it will find a place on land or sea to rest, take a
nap and digest its meal.
I make sure to wear my sweat pants and socks when I walk
along the beach in the pre-dawn hours. I don’t know why, but in
the morning, if I walk barefoot and bare legged, there are vicious
sand flies that I will not feel biting me, but a few hours later, welts
appear all over my feet and legs. These welts will be as
irresistibly itchy as a case of poison ivy. I’ve walked the beach
during the day and at night without protection on my feet and
legs and have never had this problem. It only took one time to
experience this and that taught me to not be so cavalier ever
again. The itching lasted several days and so when I go to the
beach in the early morning, I wear long pants and make sure I
wear socks inside my lightweight walking shoes.
I am staring out into the vast Pacific wondering what I should do.
Besides enjoying the beauty of the ocean and all of the life
supported here, being near the ocean makes me feel miniscule
and powerless in comparison and maybe that is why I am so
unsure of what I should do next.
I should probably be euphoric, but I’m not. I’m actually
overwhelmed with this decision and concerned about making the
I am a fairly simple guy. I’m a musician, wanna-be artist and self
taught engineer who likes to use his hands. I don’t currently have
a strong desire to buy an expensive home or car, get married or
have children. I always seem to have enough money to do
whatever I want to do. I work hard, but I do not hesitate to stop
what I’m doing and shift gears when an opportunity presents
itself to experience something new or different. We are only on
this Earth a short time and I made a promise to myself a long
time ago not to let fear dictate how I lived my life.
I would not choose a traditional life just because that is what
everyone says is what you are supposed to do.
Not having a clear answer or defined path does not mean I
should give up or defer my journey. Sometimes all we can do is
eliminate those options we do not want, have the patience to
keep going and the faith that our inspiration will guide us. If we
cave and make a choice we do not really believe in, then we not
only deceive ourselves, but could also hurt others in the process.
I frequently pray to God for the courage and the wisdom to
I have always questioned “Why” we have to do anything and if
you stop to ask that same question, many times there won’t be
an answer except “because that’s the way it’s always been.” In
my opinion, that is hogwash, remembering my parents asking me
when I was a young boy, “If everyone jumped off a bridge, would
you jump as well?”
And I suppose that is why I choose to lead what most people
would consider to be an unorthodox life. Money is important,
don’t get me wrong, but only in that it represents freedom.
For me, freedom is not buying a 10,000 square foot house, a
$100,000 vehicle or a college degree that has no guaranteed
ROI (return on investment). This would be the opposite of
freedom for me. I would be thinking to myself, “How many hours
do I have to work to support these THINGS?”
My parents were in real estate, so I understand all the pros and
cons of owning property and it definitely is not all roses and
A college degree doesn’t equal intelligence. I can learn almost
anything independently and with minimal cost, accumulate an
education, valuable skills and expertise.
Anyway, I am constantly devouring information and I like to listen
to music or podcasts while I am working. I listened to a podcast
at the end of 2011 that has changed my life.
The details of this conversation caught my ear and I had to stop
what I was doing so I could focus on what was being explained.
A Bitcoin (BTC) miner was being interviewed. What specifically
caught my attention was when he started talking about producing
and selling 1 ounce Silver Rounds that also included 25 Bitcoin.
I am a BIG fan of Silver, but didn’t know much about Bitcoin.
Silver has a purity, beauty and practicality that makes it one of
the most essential elements in our world. I believe Silver will
become quite valuable in my lifetime, so this Silver/Bitcoin
combination sounded like an excellent long term speculation for
Maybe I was born with it and maybe I have honed this skill over
time, but I have always had a strong, what I call “spidey” sense.
It senses danger and has saved me multiple times, but it also is
very good at identifying opportunities. My spidey sense was
telling me to act immediately, that this was an opportunity to take
advantage of and not to miss.
I had never heard of Bitcoin until that day and so I would have
never seriously considered buying it unless I came across this
interview. As I was working, I listened to the interview of Mike
Caldwell, who makes Casascius Physical Bitcoin, which look
similar to a chip or token from a casino or a car wash. He was
very passionate about the benefits of Bitcoin and the melding of
Bitcoin and Precious metals. The money of the past meets the
money of the future?
What I found so special about his tokens is that it had the secret
information for those Bitcoin he mined printed on the Silver
round. There is a limited supply of Bitcoin to be produced and
will be far less than the proposed 21 million “coins” when all is
said and done after deducting all of the “lost” Bitcoin. I thought of
an artist’s numbering of prints of an original painting, which
typically increase in value over time.
They gave an in depth explanation of how most people store
their Bitcoin and I really liked his idea of using tokens because
there was no need for a backup system or an exchange to store
and hold them for me. I held them physically just like I would
hold anything I valued.
I went online to Mike’s website and reviewed the information he
had posted. He actually had several different options to select
from and I bought forty of the 1 ounce Silver rounds that also
carried 25 Bitcoin for $100 each and one hundred of the 1 Bitcoin
tokens made of brass for $2/each.
My total investment was $4200 + Shipping. I never once thought
I was throwing my money away. I looked at it as a long term “set
it and forget it” purchase. When they arrived, I put them into my
safe and forgot about them.
When Silver reaches $100/ounce, I will be at break even even if
Bitcoin goes to $0. If Bitcoin goes anywhere, I will generate a
profit on those and still have the Silver. Even if Bitcoin does go
to $0, I thought it might become a novelty item that would
appreciate in value over time.
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will
eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life
more than food, and the body more than clothes?
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away
in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not
much more valuable than they?
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
– Matthew 6:25-27