“I am in need of help and support I am a believer !!

I have given my life and I love GOD with all my heart and soul !

Yes, O Lord, with thee, but not to thee. All my natural alienation from thee, thy grace has effectually removed; and now, in fellowship with thyself, I walk through this sinful world as a pilgrim in a foreign country. Thou art a stranger in thine own world. Man forgets thee, dishonours thee, sets up new laws and alien customs, and knows thee not. When thy dear Son came unto his own, his own received him not. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. Never was foreigner so speckled a bird among the denizens of any land as thy beloved Son among his mother’s brethren. It is no marvel, then, if I who live the life of Jesus, should be unknown and a stranger here below. Lord, I would not be a citizen where Jesus was an alien. His pierced hand has loosened the cords which once bound my soul to earth, and now I find myself a stranger in the land. My speech seems to these Babylonians among whom I dwell an outlandish tongue, my manners are singular, and my actions are strange. A Tartar would be more at home in Cheapside than I could ever be in the haunts of sinners. But here is the sweetness of my lot: I am a stranger with thee. Thou art my fellow-sufferer, my fellow-pilgrim. Oh, what joy to wander in such blessed society! My heart burns within me by the way when thou dost speak to me, and though I be a sojourner, I am far more blest than those who sit on thrones, and far more at home than those who dwell in their ceiled houses.

“To me remains nor place, nor time:

My country is in every clime;

I can be calm and free from care

On any shore, since God is there.

While place we seek, or place we shun,

The soul finds happiness in none:

But with a God to guide our way,

‘Tis equal joy to go or stay

“Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins.

Such was the prayer of the “man after God’s own heart.” Did the holy spirit need to pray this ? How needful, then, must such a prayer be for us babes in grace! It is as if he said, “Keep me back, or I shall rush headlong over the precipice of sin.” Our evil nature, like an ill-tempered horse, is apt to run away. May the grace of God put the bridle upon it, and hold it in, that it rush not into mischief. What might not the best of us do if it were not for the checks which the Lord sets upon us both in providence and in grace! The psalmist’s prayer is directed against the worst form of sin–that which is done with deliberation and wilfulness. Even the holiest need to be “kept back” from the vilest transgressions. It is a solemn thing to find the apostle Paul warning saints against the most loathsome sins. “Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth; fornication, uncleanness, inordinate affection, evil concupiscence, and covetousness, which is idolatry.” What! do saints want warning against such sins as these? Yes, they do. The whitest robes, unless their purity be preserved by divine grace, will be defiled by the blackest spots. Experienced Christian, boast not in your experience; you will trip yet if you look away from him who is able to keep you from falling. Ye whose love is fervent, whose faith is constant, whose hopes are bright, say not, “We shall never sin,” but rather cry, “Lead us not into temptation.” There is enough tinder in the heart of the best of men to light a fire that shall burn to the lowest hell, unless God shall quench the sparks as they fall. Who would have dreamed that righteous Lot could be found drunken, and committing uncleanness? “Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?” and we are very apt to use the same self-righteous question. May infinite wisdom cure us of the madness of self-confidence.

In my youth I was taught and told confidence is the key to success and it worked when a race was a race . But as I am sure a cow is not a horse . The Earth is full of wounds and wonderful days aplenty. ..

A life worth living is far from a race . A life worth living is all about whats given , 100 years from today it wont matter where I have been. The places I have lived ,or what kind of cars I have owned or Drove over 150 mph. DO Not tell Dave Wright. Was it ten or nine motorcyles that I have had over 180 mph. Street signs and track markers pass by fast. So superbikes = fun times . I smile thinking of the cool ass life I was left here to experience and live . Thank you God I love you so so much! Confidence for me was never madness until I tried to keep what I rightfully owned .

True greatness ,true leadership is found in GIVING yourself in service to others. Not in coaxing or inducing others to serve you. I gave myself to our heavenly Father, our Lord, the one true GOD . Why you ask ? I shall save that for another day .
As humans our hearts all beat the same. We line up at the gates of heaven at birth. All of us are special one off one of a kind creations . One in seven point six billion variations . Different makes and models . Different graphics, different sponsors, yet as works of God he decided long ago some of us get a good hand, a great hand, or an awesome hand . In racing a factory ride has the best of everything . Very few ever get that ride of a lifetime .

God must have planned my life long ago. A Reverend Barton started Iowa’s first church in 1833 . Coincidence or the Dubuque circuit assigned once again a redo to new 2018. Reverend Barton rides again and again .

I had a great hand dealt to me . The most high GOD very clear , very serious, very fair very fun and even very funny. I was born a credence clearwater revival somg

(it came from the sky )

ELO( alone in the universe) Supertranp ( Child of vision ) my parents would sansan (Oh LORD is it mine ) Wikipedia 3-16-1967: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/ufo/8026971/Aliens-have-deactivated-British-and-US-nuclear-missiles-say-US-military-pilots.html

I am not an alien nor am I Jesus . Grateful and humble is VFB i AM me , myself and I am number 247 27 123,4 labeled and named,,,,, Baby, Boy Orphan Child, Son, Sunnyboy, Sunnyman, Student, Barton Boy, Beginner ,Novice, Intermediate extpert Amatuer Professional ,Advisor ,Teacher, Coach ,Pilot, Rider , Racer ,Runner, Owner ,President Founder, Manager , CEO ,CFO,, Captian ,First Place ,First Mate, , Partner , planner , planter ,Pastor, Preacher Reacher, Reverend, Seeker, Sojourner ,Doctor Professor , Brother , Father , Uncle , Grandpather , Grandpa ,Good, Bad,b Ugly , Asshole ,Dummy , Friend , Familyman , Loner, Lonely, ,Broken ,Dammed ,Frozen Chosen ,Carpentar, Farmer, Framer, Fan, Recruiter Rectifier, Reporter, Attorney, Judge, Awesome, Advocate Redeemer ,Protector, Seeder ,Sower , Author , Lover, Liar and the list leads to confusion about who I AM .. Where did I fall from?

Last name Barton my first name means Blessed Be . Never have I claimed to be better than anyone else . I was born an orphan and was adopted at birth.

I think back and a huge plus plus was the two great loving parents that got me through school and my first divorce . They provided for myself and another adopted kid . My non biological sister .Christine . We always had a nice house in an awesome neighborhood . Home should be a forever happy place . True loyal loving friends i have never had and still long to have one or two before I die . As a kid I did have some neighbors that took interest in my antics and growth . My interest in riding dirt bikes and the fact I rode every chance I got . Older kids or big People had to notice when I rode , raced or sat silent . Silence was my time reflecting and dreaming.

My dream never became reality. world motocross Grand prix champion 125 250 500 c.c class but my good friend Donnie Schmidt was a 2 time hero. I was that pro that every race two years win win again . Then freak fall or not at all .Toes all ten, femur ,tibia, fibia , both wrists , ribs ,ligaments , broken. I was and am a quick bone healer . That was my hand dealt and no looking back or regrets . Ever forward never Backward.

As a dirt bike kid turned pro racer I was labeled a privateer with some backing and support. My First sponsors ever was WD40 I was 8 .My mom told me to write a letter . it worked ! I got bikes from the local Suzuki Harley Davidson dealer next. I had a number one plate my second year of racing . I was ten years old and I did well because i had fun. First more often than last place .

I was living my dream. . As a kid my mom told me I could do and be anyting . If I could dream it up. It could be , Beam me up Scottty . The natives are hostile here. A PRO-AM race in the midst of illinois. My throttle stuck WFO!@@$$@@

I was sixteen years old AND FIRST TIME EVER I WAS BROKEN. I had suffered according to a surgeon a Broken knee cap, a Broken leg, torn ACLs ,iCLs or every ligament in my left leg . I did three laps after I got back up that day. My ligaments were not just torn. Ligaments that held my muscles to my bones got ripped in 2s 3s in sections . I told Dr. Fields I had the holeshot . First of forty men into the first turn 65 mph I hit a fence post in Tampico Illinois . I had also tore every ligament in my hip and thigh. I got up quick then crashed the bike twice after the fence post. to try and finish the race . A terrible career ending injury. Six months in a full leg cast and I was told I may never walk normal again . Upon hearing that my sponsor bailed on me and no one would give me a chance.

I had healed and started riding some and even practiced with my friend Donnie who knew me pre-crash. I was bigger, badder, got high. Flakey courage we would say . In our minds and on film we did fly higher. I got my confidence back and got faster. We met as kids at the Suzuki School in Carlsbad California. A pot smoking smiling Iowa and Minnesota kid they had to wonder why we constantly smiled .

Before I got hurt I was the MAN two months younger than Donnie. I was better connected at the Suzuki School and Over time I got him some support . Then Donnie got me some support we were a family of racers . I like to think now we were circuit riders . Lords or warrior Indian chiefs . Frizzle head Donnie and I the crazier one Lone Wolf Kiowa indian chiefs . Nomads or Gypsy living long hair hippie lives .. I listened to Queen and AC/DC and Aerosmith . The big ten inch . Donnie listened to country and the Rolling Stones.

Where we grew up . Farmers still farmed the land . I never knew as a kid but being a farmers friend had huge advantages . Dirt , land , and dirt moving tools and tractors . A pretty young farmers daughter that I dated in high school was a on a trip for a part . She picked me up and a park in a park later I found out that implement stores had motorcycles too .

A John Deere dealer had some Kawaski stuff. A farmer daughters father knew of me . Father farmer , beautiful daughter , and they talk apparently lol. I was ready to quit on my dream. Then an unexpected call came from Fennimore Wisc . A man I never knew or met called. He said he had a KX 125cc knew someone who knew someone and he could get TEAM GREEN KAWASAKI to support and provide some parts . A gift from God. It was put in his heart to get me back in the saddle . I was all in and this stranger believed in me . He got me bikes and parts . I learned to fix what was broken as a kid and I was the rider, the mechanic, the business manager, and transport driver plus personal trainer .. 2,000,000 other guys had the same dream to race pro.

Today we live in an america that has become a disposable society. This is racing motocross in the united states today. If you break it you fix it or buy it or pay em off. . Went to if it breaks toss it away, give up, walk away quit on anything that is not perfect and nothing is perfect . BROKEN. Are not we all made broken , imperfect by creation .

A sign I saw recently on a road in wisconsin said: Welcome we are all broken ;broken to affect change for Gods Glory !! a little farther down the road another sign said: God Loves YOU .

The privateer has the biggest heart and dreams of all successful racers . On paper or so so it seems they will be done at the start of every season . Before the gate even drops. Factory or works parts all seemingly engineered the same are not. .

Then a mechanic appears and in a poorly lit place where three states and friends met . Gods plan to build it and they will come. Onward ever forward never backward the real men like Erik Buell could redo to new any part any bike even slow ass Harleys. Harley Davidson was like the cornerstone of my church. A stone AMF had rolled away like a bowling ball and pins that wobbled but never fell. Pillars of the universe that the builders rejected and planned to forget. Dreamers that built over the years bikes that sucked , leaked oil, and had no brakes . It took a lifetime of confidence to build a BAD ASS bike the Buell EBR and one day to destroy.

An actuary , a pencil pusher , bean counters who never once took a ride i am sure . To live free and ride into a sunrise or sunset with their Jenny holding them tight . That saves souls , Jenifer said BROKE no Good , a bad Man that’s what someone who never met or knew me said of me . My Jenny was persuaded to agree . That is what I was led to believe.

Eighty percent of human thought is negative. DAY IN DAY OUT! Sell sell SOULS ? Frickin sucks no GM buyout here . I am hoping Gods will be done and build a new door that’s always revolving thus evolving. A kid I once knew proved to me in that any dream that one can dare to believe . A 125 and 250 WORLD motocross titles Donnie Schmidt won both . His name has resided in the world MXGP records since the early 90s .

Erik Buell was another kid . I knew him from road racing at Elkhart Lake . Road America. Longest road course in the US . My backyard in Wisconsin . We still talk and I look to him for advice . Great men grow into my hero’s . Real true and humble men that was Donnie , now in heaven and Erik here with me . He lives in Milwaukee where he grew up . Dreams are real . I know men that died and lived then and now . I admit my friends are very few. Helping ,caring , loving in Truth . Lost loves like my Jenifer . Like a fairy tale the ending not yet written or lived . reat inspire me to build a never-ending dream .

The power of manifestation and hard work proved out that dreams do come true. Like Atlas the weight of the world on his back . As kids and racers my friends and I never failed because we never stopped trying until the checkered flag waved . To not finish or to fail for me started the day Donnie died. But the story is not over for me I am not like the others !

My friend Donnie Schmidt his wikipedia page reads :

Born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, Schmit started racing when his father bought him a Honda XR75. He signed with Kawasaki’s Team Green as an amateur.[2] In 1986, Schmit turned pro, winning two AMA 125cc West Region Supercross races in his first season on the pro tour.

In 1987, Schmit signed with Suzuki, winning the AMA Motocross National in the 125cc division at Anderson, South Carolina.[2] Schmit also won the 125 national at his home circuit in Millville and finished the year ranked fifth.

By 1988, Schmit was racing in the 250cc AMA Supercross division, but was injured and decided to stay with outdoor motocross. That season, Schmit had seven podium finishes in AMA 125 motocross, including a Millville victory, and finished runner-up to George Holland. He was AMA’s Rookie of the Year.[2] Schmit left Suzuki after 1988 and rode the AMA outdoor nationals as a privateer. He finished 1989 ranking fourth in the AMA 125 Motocross; he was the top-ranked non-factory rider. At the season’s end, Team Bieffe Suzuki offered Schmit a sponsorship to ride in the Grand Prix world championships.[2] Schmit was an immediate success, winning the 1990 125cc world championship.[2]

In 1991, Schmit was injured at the Hungarian Grand Prix, causing him to miss much of the remaining season. In 1992, Schmit rode for Chesterfield Yamaha, and won his second world title, along with five 250 GP wins. He rode for Chesterfield Yamaha for two seasons, finishing third in 1993 and seventh in 1994. At the end of the 1994 season, Schmit retired from full-time racing.

In 1995, Schmit returned to the AMA Nationals at Millville, finishing fourth place for Honda of Troy. He also won the Four-Stroke Motocross Championship for CCM in San Bernardino, California.

Schmit died on January 19, 1996 from aplastic anemia, after his wife Carrie rushed him to the hospital with a severe headache.[2][3] He had been awaiting a bone marrow transplant.

May 27 1992 my beautiful baby Girl . Love of my life Portia Louella . Happy Birthday I hope you know I will love you always and Forever . Very proud of you and those wings I’m starting to see.


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