Goooood Gracious it has been a minute since I've spoken, Well I guess to put this pen to paper. A lot of good going. A lot of positive. More growth than anything else. That's probably been the biggest reason I haven't been writing. I've been doing more learning. My ears have really been working. For the most part of my life, I've been learning on the fly for lack of a better term. Adapting to my environments and leaping without a safety net. Now I found myself in unfamiliar air and territory that's uncharted to all my friends. So I read. My God I READ. I study those who move strange (differently) and most important I study those who make an impact. Lately, I took a step back and look at those who don't aspire anything. The uninspired. Les Brown said, "most people die at the age of 21 it just take them 60 years to do so." I've never seen a dead body, but I see dead ones all the time. It took me over thirty years to realize I was dying without having to have a doctor diagnosed it. Another part of my growth was simply acknowledging that the power of the tongue is real. No this isn't the "shouldn't speak negative speech". This is that train your thought process speech. Your ears are always listening and your brain is always trying to apply what is learning. Speaking positive, speaking with purpose, and speaking life will train your brain to expect better results. Most always expect the worse because that's all they've seen. YOU create your own existence. I have always thought we were victims to our environment. Can't speak for everyone, but I was just a VICTIM of my own thought process. You speak about your own existence. I say what I am. I say what I do. Most of all I say what I mean. A couple of nights ago I had a dream that I fell and a ghost came through the wall and I was basically glued to the floor. I was just forced to watch as transparent figure took its time coming towards me. I opened my eyes and I was in my room. I still couldn't budge. I said "I can move" and it felt a weight was lighted off me. "I can" is the deadly combination that ever existed. Everything that follows will follow in your life.
I want to take a moment and say goodbye to poverty. Not saying I'm rich. I'm saying the mind state. Poor man's thinking. The thinking of what you can not have or deserve. Simply because you haven't achieved it so far. Two new words to add to your dictionary. "Too" and "Also". It is meant for you TOO! You can have it ALSO. Blessings are made in an abundance. There's more than enough to go around. Just make sure you are ready to able to take advantage of them when they come. DEMAND it of yourself. I hate going to the gym. I hate training. I hate being outside in the heat, but every time I go to the gym someone is there. When I look at another salesman they're training. Outside the dealership, somebody is always in the heat. So I demand myself. If I am going to make it I'm going to do whatever it takes. I'm going to have to beat you to the gym. I'm going to train before work. I'm going to stand front and center in Hell's kitchen. I demand it of myself. I'm going to put myself in the BEST possible situation to succeed. I'm going to be ready for my blessing. Don't think just because it hasn't happened it will not. God is like your Boss. He's watching you work. Watching you develop. Your blessing is right around the corner. Whether it's your promotion, marriage, child, car, house, whatever you're praying for. Pretend it's in the mail. Start getting ready for it. Make sure you're ready for it. Ask yourself "what else can I do to position myself for my blessing?"
I google myself on a weekly basis just to remind myself I'm not shit yet. I mean NOTHING comes up. I've finished at the top of two totally different organizations in sales and to me, that is a huge accomplishment in the broad prospective of things it is insignificant. There are over 300 cars dealerships in South Carolina alone. Each has at least 10-20 and sometimes 30 sales professionals at each place. Regardless of what many believe people don't just walk up to the dealership and order a White Charger with leather. By the way, make it a Hemi. The grind on an everyday basis is brutal. I've only been in the cars business for a little over 3 years and have worked with over 150 salespeople. 19 sales managers and countless business managers. The turnover rate is real. The hours are LONG! To actually sell your hours can become unbearable. I get up at 5 am every morning hit the gym then I start promoting on my social media outlets (Alexander Corbitt on Facebook). Come home to get some reading and training in. Then go to work and hit the phones. Have to hit 20 to 40 phone calls. You may only talk to one maybe two people. Now promote some more. Now let's check service and see if someone is in there. Promote some more. Stand in the front and see if some pull in. Promote some more. Make some more phone calls. Remember you are strictly commission based so you have to sell something today. Your family is depending on you. You bills are coming in. Your future won't be handed to you. You have 11 hours 6 days a week to grind. It is not for the faint of heart. I demand more. I use 16 hours a day. The same 6 days (My wife demands I save Sunday for Church and family time). Nothing comes easy, but everything comes eventually.
MAXIMUM EFFORT WILL GET YOU MAXIMUM RESULTS! Point blank period. If anybody knows a shortcut please share. YOU WILL NOT GET AHEAD TRYING TO GET OVER ON ANYONE. You are meant to provide your own way. Nobody's hand is meant to be to your mouth. If some else has it use that as an example that it can be achieved. Not as an opportunity to eat off their plate. Opportunities are slim, but the effort isn't. Where ever you at right now with whatever you are doing just do it just a little better. Work just a little faster. Smile while you're doing it. Now think about your mood as you read that. If anywhere in that statement you felt resistance let it go. If your statement was I don't get paid for that let it go. I've taken 4 hours trips for free, wash cars, move cars in the heat, take out the trash, delivered cars that I someone else has sold. Just do it. Get to your blessing. Put yourself in the best possible position to succeed. Take every excuse they have not to promote you, marry you, approve you and so on and so forth. Make it without a shadow of a doubt that you were long overdue for it. The key word is YOURS. Use YOUR effort to get what YOU want. Don't take advantage of a situation because it will not last long. I had a similar situation happen just a few weeks ago. Had a buddy of mine take a new job and wanted me to come along. I was tempted. I saw the money. I felt it in my hand. I filled out the application and got hired on the spot. Took the drug test and turned in my notice. As I was saying my goodbyes my wife and I got called into the office. I was kind of swayed that Bob Richard's had my best interest at heart and a week later my friend was fired. I need to give him a call.
Charlemagne will never know how much he helps over this past month. I got back to reading his book this month and it had to be God (not Charlemagne) speaking through the pages. I've gotten so caught up in the bigger picture. Trying to figure how can I get to the Forbes list. How can I get this bigger house that all the kids can fit in? My wife wants this SUV. I need Google to know who I am. I don't want to be 40 where I am at. I want more! Charlemagne has a Chapter in his book called " Put the weed in the bag first." It was like a beer after a LONG day of work. It was a reference from the movie Belly when Tommy Bunz who was played by DMX (who was my favorite rapper at the time) was schooling two younger kids. They were in the mix of talking about how much money they were going to make and this that and third. Tommy told them "Put the weed in the bag first then get money!" It didn't register at all with me at the time what he really meant until it was in layman's term in the book (which is actually a really good read). It simply means FOCUS ON WHAT YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW and the rest will come in time. I sold ten cars straight after reading that (I'll probably be on more child support after my kid's mother read this). Take care of what you can control. I cannot do anything more than selling a car to put me closer to where I want to be. SO guess what I'm going to do. SALE A CAR. That what my job is and that's what I'm going to do. I have a lot more to say and a lot more blogs to come so like Omari Hardwick I'm Ghost.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
I DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE CULTURE
I did it for the culture....
If I said that it'll be a lie. I did it for me. I did it for my dreams. I did it for my future. I did it for my kids. Most of all I did it for my legacy. I want to set the bar. I don't want to be the example, I want to be the exception. I want to show the impossible, not tell the "what if" story. I wish I could've just said I did it to make my mom proud. Honestly that's not why my life is lived. Against the grain and overachieving is where most of my achievements lie. Doing what I most fear at such a rate of self destruction is where I see my accomplishments. I did it for me. I did it for life. It had to be done. I was the one that had to do it. It had to be me. I achieved it. I accomplished it. I killed him.
It wasn't quick. No guns or knives. Bats or even punches. I simply suffocated him...
Having all the power in the world to stop it, but knowing it was for the best. Not letting all the strength and courage it took for you to get to the this point fade. All the practice and patience. The studying, learning his strengths and weaknesses. Learning how to attack and counter attack. Taking any chance of survival away. Sitting, watching, and anticipating... Here's my chance. Cold night air ripping through my rain coat as the rain ran down my hands making it damn near impossible to grip the plastic bag. Chance of execution is slim. It has to be here. It has to now. They night will cut his vision and the rain will keep his attention. He can not live not another second. Here goes nothing.
Only thing is...
It didn't go anything like that. It did get your attention. I did kill someone. Me. I couldn't go on anymore. Well not being the person I was. I could no longer surrender to a life of settling for what was given. Friends that only focus what's new and family that focus more creating debt than wealth. One day I simply decided I would just step out the quick sand. No more stationary bicycles. In order to do so I had to just simple stop. Stop inconveniencing myself just to accommodate family. Stop buying new stuff just to show off for the hood. Just stop. Stop. STOP. (Take a minute right now just to sit still. No moving) Not at all easy. Sometimes stopping is hard, but no stopping will kill you. Can't please everyone. Especially if you're not happy. We are creatures of habits. Don't believe me? Get in a stressful situation and watch how you revert back to what you know best. Only way to really stop is to kill it. Burn it to the ground. rebuild through the ashes.
Make your friends rich and your enemies rich, Sit back and see which is which.
That statement does not have anything to do with what I'm writing. It was just a real statement from Ironman. I will just say watch the hands. Success bring out the worse in people. Not them being successful. Your success. Whether they are well accomplished, a fixture, or a prodigy. They don't want success for you. I love the slow claps. You know the one accompany by the smirks. That is follow by that statement... "He use to be.." He in which you speak of is deceased. Shouldn't speak ill of the dead. They greatest (and worst) thing about success is that it makes people pay attention. It forces you into the conversation. You will notice by the statements of... "I just talked about you last week..". Good or bad my name rolled off your tongue and into another's ears. That's how success travel. Life is funny. Death is real. In every death there is a change in life. I simply used my death to spark a change in my life. If you died today... What life would you create?
Having all the power in the world to stop it, but knowing it was for the best. Not letting all the strength and courage it took for you to get to the this point fade. All the practice and patience. The studying, learning his strengths and weaknesses. Learning how to attack and counter attack. Taking any chance of survival away. Sitting, watching, and anticipating... Here's my chance. Cold night air ripping through my rain coat as the rain ran down my hands making it damn near impossible to grip the plastic bag. Chance of execution is slim. It has to be here. It has to now. They night will cut his vision and the rain will keep his attention. He can not live not another second. Here goes nothing.
Only thing is...
It didn't go anything like that. It did get your attention. I did kill someone. Me. I couldn't go on anymore. Well not being the person I was. I could no longer surrender to a life of settling for what was given. Friends that only focus what's new and family that focus more creating debt than wealth. One day I simply decided I would just step out the quick sand. No more stationary bicycles. In order to do so I had to just simple stop. Stop inconveniencing myself just to accommodate family. Stop buying new stuff just to show off for the hood. Just stop. Stop. STOP. (Take a minute right now just to sit still. No moving) Not at all easy. Sometimes stopping is hard, but no stopping will kill you. Can't please everyone. Especially if you're not happy. We are creatures of habits. Don't believe me? Get in a stressful situation and watch how you revert back to what you know best. Only way to really stop is to kill it. Burn it to the ground. rebuild through the ashes.
Make your friends rich and your enemies rich, Sit back and see which is which.
That statement does not have anything to do with what I'm writing. It was just a real statement from Ironman. I will just say watch the hands. Success bring out the worse in people. Not them being successful. Your success. Whether they are well accomplished, a fixture, or a prodigy. They don't want success for you. I love the slow claps. You know the one accompany by the smirks. That is follow by that statement... "He use to be.." He in which you speak of is deceased. Shouldn't speak ill of the dead. They greatest (and worst) thing about success is that it makes people pay attention. It forces you into the conversation. You will notice by the statements of... "I just talked about you last week..". Good or bad my name rolled off your tongue and into another's ears. That's how success travel. Life is funny. Death is real. In every death there is a change in life. I simply used my death to spark a change in my life. If you died today... What life would you create?
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Create Your Own Tomorrow.
Hello world. It's me again. I know you're expecting the long winded gasp for air with just the hint of creativity in between my prospective and point of view. You may actually see some, but not as much as usual. This is just heavy on my heart heavy and I decided to pull out the old trusty dusty pen and pad to let it out. First of all let me apologize for taking so long to write. Life happens and you will learn about a lot of it in this blog alone. First let me get the elephant out of the room. In 2015 I lost my dad and marriage within a days time. One I should've lost a lot sooner than the other. Honestly probably shouldn't have never happened. Not to bash or anything along those line because totally not the case. It probably was.. Well actually it was me. I should matter fact I am apologizing for that. I was in no state mind to be getting married never should've took that step and it doesn't justify those actions. I guess it is a long winded gasp for air, but I promise you I'm going to tie this all together. Trust me I've paid/paying for those actions and not complaining one bit. From the moment I said I was getting married I knew I've made a mistake. I always waited on tomorrow to save me. Funny how that sounds huh. I'm going to explain.
You've notice in that first collaberation of a R. Kelly song and Keith Sweat mix I've just created I said varies versions of "I". That's me taking responsibility for MY actions. It's called ownership. She isn't a bad person by any stretch of the imagination it was just we wasn't capabale. A phillip head bolt is great, but not so much if you only have a flat head screw driver. Like oil for water as some may say. This is just what it would look like when you actually look at the situation than the actual person. Kind of viewed the relationship as more of a job oppotunity than an actual loving relationship. Looked more at what could potential to be true to what is true and in your face. What was true was this was a show. Julius Ceasar at it's finest. For viewing eyes to see. Halloween smiles under crying eyes. It's no other way to put it. No creative flower to unfold for this one. I wish I could pant a nice portait for you. From the ashes I've created there is no phoenix. I basically created my own hell on Earth. I won't elaborate because there is no need to. I've also noticed how I've keep saying "but". That's the perfect word to describe that situation because that's the first response I wanted to use when anyone complimented me on my marriage. Pride wouldn't allowed to let the word to roll off my tongue.
Tomorrow will not always come. There was only two reason I was hoping for tomorrow. This is honestly how I felt. For me to get the courage to leave or for God to take me away. During the span of my marriage I've went through three horrific accidents. First I almost drown off my boat, secondly I hit a deer on my motorcycle, and thirdly I ran my car off the road in the woods. Even after that I didn't feel like I lost my life until lost my father. My very last words to him was "Dad. Me and my wife are separating. I'm trying to find a place to put my stuff. Can I call you back?" Tomorrow never came. I just remember coming straight home and going straight hoping tomorrow would an end to this. When tomorrow never came for my father it gave me enough strength to want a better tomorrow for myself. So I made sure my last words to him wasn't a lie. I left. Cliche to say tomorrow isn't promise. It's not. It will not guarantee change. Sometimes you have create your own tomorrow today. My life has been driven by fear. Fear of failfure, fear of disappointing others, and fear of letting others down. That same fear had created a cacoon in which I've lived in. Trying to protect a picture that actually really needed to get exposed. No need to cry over spilled milk right. Depends on what walk of life you are viewing the milk. Somebody somewhere would love some spilled milk. By now all you read was blah blah blah yada yada yada where's the point and how do I get to it right? Here's my point.
Life is bigger than the decisions that you make. They effect more than you. It's not the butterfly affect or Newton's law of gravity. You can't just throw away the Rubik's cube away once you can't figure it out. No reset button no matter how bad you may want one. Teacher's spend great money to educate, but yet life failure's will always remain the greatest teacher. Boy have I've learned mine. Tomorrow my father we will never share another. Tomorrow my ex we shall never share another. Today is the day have to make decisions for tomorrow. Tomorrow will not take care of itself and I have to take of myself. Miracles happen everyday, not to the same person. You can not just dig yourself a hole and wait for a hero. The South is a long way from Gotham City. Mistakes are made. That's a fact. Some can't prevented. You can however prevent how long they linger. I've had three different situations in which I shouldn't have seen tomorrow. Shouldn't be sharing it with no one. Since I'm able to see today I''m better prepared for tomorrow. I think. We'll see. I appreciate you taking the time out to read my scattered thoughts. Hopefully I've.. well i don't know what I've done other than get this off my chest. I hope it was a good read though. God bless... 
You've notice in that first collaberation of a R. Kelly song and Keith Sweat mix I've just created I said varies versions of "I". That's me taking responsibility for MY actions. It's called ownership. She isn't a bad person by any stretch of the imagination it was just we wasn't capabale. A phillip head bolt is great, but not so much if you only have a flat head screw driver. Like oil for water as some may say. This is just what it would look like when you actually look at the situation than the actual person. Kind of viewed the relationship as more of a job oppotunity than an actual loving relationship. Looked more at what could potential to be true to what is true and in your face. What was true was this was a show. Julius Ceasar at it's finest. For viewing eyes to see. Halloween smiles under crying eyes. It's no other way to put it. No creative flower to unfold for this one. I wish I could pant a nice portait for you. From the ashes I've created there is no phoenix. I basically created my own hell on Earth. I won't elaborate because there is no need to. I've also noticed how I've keep saying "but". That's the perfect word to describe that situation because that's the first response I wanted to use when anyone complimented me on my marriage. Pride wouldn't allowed to let the word to roll off my tongue.
Tomorrow will not always come. There was only two reason I was hoping for tomorrow. This is honestly how I felt. For me to get the courage to leave or for God to take me away. During the span of my marriage I've went through three horrific accidents. First I almost drown off my boat, secondly I hit a deer on my motorcycle, and thirdly I ran my car off the road in the woods. Even after that I didn't feel like I lost my life until lost my father. My very last words to him was "Dad. Me and my wife are separating. I'm trying to find a place to put my stuff. Can I call you back?" Tomorrow never came. I just remember coming straight home and going straight hoping tomorrow would an end to this. When tomorrow never came for my father it gave me enough strength to want a better tomorrow for myself. So I made sure my last words to him wasn't a lie. I left. Cliche to say tomorrow isn't promise. It's not. It will not guarantee change. Sometimes you have create your own tomorrow today. My life has been driven by fear. Fear of failfure, fear of disappointing others, and fear of letting others down. That same fear had created a cacoon in which I've lived in. Trying to protect a picture that actually really needed to get exposed. No need to cry over spilled milk right. Depends on what walk of life you are viewing the milk. Somebody somewhere would love some spilled milk. By now all you read was blah blah blah yada yada yada where's the point and how do I get to it right? Here's my point.
Life is bigger than the decisions that you make. They effect more than you. It's not the butterfly affect or Newton's law of gravity. You can't just throw away the Rubik's cube away once you can't figure it out. No reset button no matter how bad you may want one. Teacher's spend great money to educate, but yet life failure's will always remain the greatest teacher. Boy have I've learned mine. Tomorrow my father we will never share another. Tomorrow my ex we shall never share another. Today is the day have to make decisions for tomorrow. Tomorrow will not take care of itself and I have to take of myself. Miracles happen everyday, not to the same person. You can not just dig yourself a hole and wait for a hero. The South is a long way from Gotham City. Mistakes are made. That's a fact. Some can't prevented. You can however prevent how long they linger. I've had three different situations in which I shouldn't have seen tomorrow. Shouldn't be sharing it with no one. Since I'm able to see today I''m better prepared for tomorrow. I think. We'll see. I appreciate you taking the time out to read my scattered thoughts. Hopefully I've.. well i don't know what I've done other than get this off my chest. I hope it was a good read though. God bless...
Saturday, December 5, 2015
It Looks Like Rain
It looks like rain, clouds are looking a couple shades of grey. Not quite fifty. The darker ones are noticeable enough to read though. The breeze is warm. Feels good against my skin. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then breathed again. It feels good outside, but it looks like rain. The view from the porch is nice. As the wind makes the fall leaves sway and my grandma's old chime sings. I might just join the chime for a note of two. The cracks of my mouth point toward my eyes and my heart followed it's trend. My feet wants hit the ground, but it looks like rain. A few rain drops won't hurt. As a kid I've played in it. That's what my mind would say. My body is disagreeing. Foreseeing tomorrow would have is own forecast of cover and recovering for me. The rain hasn't come yet but I'm sure of it. Look at those clouds, it has to be. Maybe it will come and go, it'll past. It couldn't possibly last, not too long. I mean it's too warm and feel good not to be enjoying this day. I refuse to stay on this porch. I'm just going to get caught in this rain. Stepping down a step as the now stormy skies has now established itself. As the rain goes from looks like maybe to look like it's most certain. The sky becomes a stage as the rain gets ready to makes its grand entrance. Right on cue, the sun breaks through. Spend so much time anticipating trouble just because it looked the part. Looks like the only thing that kept me from enjoying my day was myself. It looked like rain. Now I'm looking at sunshine.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Half Way Out
It's was after midnight one night when I awoke in a cold cold bed. I reached over for the one that I lay with, But to no avail no flesh was touched. My hands gripped the sheets as my eyes opened, gazing at the ceiling. As thoughts began to race through my head I say along the edge of the bed. "Could it be?" I dared not to answer myself. I got dressed and proceeded to my car. As I grabbed my door handle my eyes looked upwards on my neighbors light. I was intrigue to say the least, just a little curious. It draws you like a moth to a flame. It called to me as if it had assumed control of my body. I walked toward the light without any reason. It led me to the front door which was ajared. I advanced into the hallway and walked to this little white door. As I turned the door knob my heart started pounding. For no reason I began breathing hard as the door started opening letting the light in. The light shined on an O too familiar face sleep in the arms of another too familiar face. My girl was in the arms of my neighbor.
I've played on both sides of the fence in different times of my life. In this case I played both because if I played the victim I would be wrong. Condoning the cheating would be wrong but I would be a hypocrite if I spoke on it. In many instances I allowed it to happen and I can honestly say if I didn't deserved what happened I could say her actions were justified. That's why after seeing that I closed the door, packed my stuff and left. I bowed out peacefully. There was no reason to fight. I didn't fight to do what was right in the relationship, why fight when I see the wrong. Life delivers a funny way of showing you that this world is much bigger than you are. That day was the changing of the guard.
I shared that story with you to get you to hopefully understand the point I'm about to make a little easier. You cannot serve two masters, cannot play both sides of the fence, and if your attention is elsewhere you are truly lacking somewhere. One door has to be closed before opening another one. This is not limited to getting into relationships. Some feel that they don't want to be in a relationship anymore should seek the same advice. You can not be single and in a relationship at the same time. There is a right and wrong to break ups but that is a blog for another day. In this story the door I left open, with me not occupying it left room for someone else to walk right in it. Hopefully someone more deserving. Nevertheless when I closed that door the room was already being occupied.
The grass is sometimes greener on the other side. Sometimes leaving is the best option. Opting out isn't the easy out, sometimes it's the hardest one to make. The grass can also be just as green on your side of the fence. You just have to put the time and preventive maintenance to keep your lawn thriving. It's all about where your attention is. Your attention will determine where your effort is. If your effort is on both sides... eventually both lawns will die. Focus is key and details are everything. Like my mom use to love to tell me. "You didn't grow up in a barn, close the door behind you."
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Time Is Just Out Of Your Grasp.
Swing low sweet chariot and carry me home
This was it. Life as I know it has come to an end. What about my kids is what I thought. I gradually sunk towards the bottom as I took the last breath I would take on this side. This is the final stage. My pure tears mixed with muddy water from the lake as my wife and daughter watched helplessly. Curtains closed, end of the scene.
As beautiful as that may sound that is a very true statement. A few months ago I almost surrendered my life to Barnwell's very own Lake Brown. Life is fragile and we "Thank God for this day" as a formality, but on that Sunday I awoke and shed tears to that very assertion. The feeling of the earth under my feet was an orgasmic feeling. I always took life for granted, always planned for tomorrow. What if tomorrow never comes?
Life isn't for the taking
Funny because I'm in this lifetime commitment called marriage but life haven't committed time to me. In what I would consider strongly by today's standard material wise the best year of my life. My goal for this year was to provide for my family, period. Any needs would be met and provide for every desire. More things, more trips, more is better right. Wrong. More material meant more time which in return meant less of me. My intentions was always to relax but when? What if I didn't make it out of the lake? There would be plenty of material but no me.
No time like the present, after all.
I have a son and a daughter before my marriage they weigh heavy on my mind. My daughter I've seen 3 times in 7 seven years and my son, well his situation is different. My daughter is the typical "I'm hoping to get her for the summer" senario and my son is more attached to his mother due to my absence earlier on due to some disagreement and misbehavior. I'll never proclaim myself as the "Worlds Greatest Father" I'm a military spouse I wouldn't have time to. My time consist of being a full time father on time of deployments. I would say I would rather be a better father. I thought in time I would learn how or if it's possible. Time isn't always on our side is it?
But the time we do have is precious, the air your are breathing right now is sacred. Somebody somewhere just took there last breath. They will never see their love ones again. Tomorrow is not an option for them. There is no do over, no time for ask for or accepting of forgiveness. No more hearing or saying I love you. I almost had this feeling. I think about this every moment. I cherish everything I lay my eyes on. I don't appreciate my wife's smile, I embrace her presence. That was almost no more. Time isn't coming, it's winding down. Life is sweet, taste every drop. I no longer cherish time, I value moments. Moments are all I have until the next moment. That moment when my daughter is here with me forever, that moment when my son wants to leave with me more often, the moment when my tears dry from my face from those moments. Use your time wisely.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Well Done.
"Greater is he that is in me, than he that is in the world"
My mistakes have not made me better yet they mold me into a magnate. Humbly reflecting in my life brings wisdom and understanding. In a world where we'd rather hear "o well" I seek to hear "well done." Not from the mouth of men, but from the Almighty. In a time where the Lord's name is called more in vain than in church, where black on black allegiance and hatred can be spoken in the same breath. Where the world can cheer for Gabby but can't come together for cancer. Where teenagers are looking for love and love turn into children then children turn into parents. This is a time when you can march for Trayvon Martin and gossip about the killings in our own backyard. "Times have changed.
What's your purpose?
What's your legacy? How would you want to be remembered? Are you content? Let me ask this "what would your eulogy really say?" This is a honest question. One morning someone will be talking over you and life as you known it will be over. Will the memory of you be buried along with your body? On the other side will you hear "well done?" Does it even matter? Y.O.L.O. right? At the end of the day it's the money right? The cars and the clothes? You've got to have fun right? I've watched so many people play God like it's Holloween. Not just with just the violence, but the mindset. People post social media writing statuses looking for praise, asking for followers. They claiming to be a king/queen wanting to be worshiped. That's the life that we live in. We accept it and live with it.
Life
Now most people's impulses are to turn to alcohol, drugs, sex, and clubs to cope. Accepting and challenging your problems have become too much. Lives are being taken and drastically altered for the simplest of altercations. Most of us are more concerned with the public eye than in house stability. Bills are being pushed back as Jordans are pushed out. More concerns are being made on kids clothing than on the nourishment of their bodies. The village is gone, big mamma is 36 and technology has created a lazy lifestyle. Gotta love it. We are in a culture where mothers will buy their daughter's dresses that's shorter than they time spend with them. Our future is bleak and it's hard to imagine from its already dim existence.
"O Well" "Well Done"
Our lives has been impactfully at an impasse where we will vote for a leader just because he is black and kill a man for wearing red. Yes our bodies are far from slaves but our minds are still trapped. There's no question to how we got here, the new question is where are we headed. It's not a new direction but a new course of action. The only way to turn "O well" into "well done" is to show actual concern. Not for the gossip but for the tribulation of a person. At any given moment you could be in a position to impact someone, when you do will it be "O well"or will you hear "well done"...
My mistakes have not made me better yet they mold me into a magnate. Humbly reflecting in my life brings wisdom and understanding. In a world where we'd rather hear "o well" I seek to hear "well done." Not from the mouth of men, but from the Almighty. In a time where the Lord's name is called more in vain than in church, where black on black allegiance and hatred can be spoken in the same breath. Where the world can cheer for Gabby but can't come together for cancer. Where teenagers are looking for love and love turn into children then children turn into parents. This is a time when you can march for Trayvon Martin and gossip about the killings in our own backyard. "Times have changed.
What's your purpose?
What's your legacy? How would you want to be remembered? Are you content? Let me ask this "what would your eulogy really say?" This is a honest question. One morning someone will be talking over you and life as you known it will be over. Will the memory of you be buried along with your body? On the other side will you hear "well done?" Does it even matter? Y.O.L.O. right? At the end of the day it's the money right? The cars and the clothes? You've got to have fun right? I've watched so many people play God like it's Holloween. Not just with just the violence, but the mindset. People post social media writing statuses looking for praise, asking for followers. They claiming to be a king/queen wanting to be worshiped. That's the life that we live in. We accept it and live with it.
Life
Now most people's impulses are to turn to alcohol, drugs, sex, and clubs to cope. Accepting and challenging your problems have become too much. Lives are being taken and drastically altered for the simplest of altercations. Most of us are more concerned with the public eye than in house stability. Bills are being pushed back as Jordans are pushed out. More concerns are being made on kids clothing than on the nourishment of their bodies. The village is gone, big mamma is 36 and technology has created a lazy lifestyle. Gotta love it. We are in a culture where mothers will buy their daughter's dresses that's shorter than they time spend with them. Our future is bleak and it's hard to imagine from its already dim existence.
"O Well" "Well Done"
Our lives has been impactfully at an impasse where we will vote for a leader just because he is black and kill a man for wearing red. Yes our bodies are far from slaves but our minds are still trapped. There's no question to how we got here, the new question is where are we headed. It's not a new direction but a new course of action. The only way to turn "O well" into "well done" is to show actual concern. Not for the gossip but for the tribulation of a person. At any given moment you could be in a position to impact someone, when you do will it be "O well"or will you hear "well done"...
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
See No... Speak No.
To whom this may concern
This blog will actually contain a lot of personal truth. How I feel, things i've encountered. What lead me to becoming the person, friend, and father I am now. This blog was actually inspired in church Sunday. I left my son with my wife while I went in the back to change my daughter. He yelled across the church "daddy" and came running down the aisle. Two days later while I was at work, my wife called saying my daughter didn't feel well and was calling for me. Small instances like this weighs on a fathers mind heavily.
Past Presently
I have not one memory of calling my father and him being around to answer. I've seen him four times in my life but I would never call him a dead beat because to this day I can always call him for advice. I had 2 kids before my marriage which makes 3 total. I have three totally different relationships stemming from the the different circumstances that's involved. I love my kids equally even though the time with each shows differently. Just as my youngest two were able to call on me, my oldest is not in a situation to do so. This is about to explain to you not what every father feels but where they can relate.
Missed Intentions.
February 7, 2006 three days before my birthday I received a called from I-95 letting me know that my daughter was being moved to New York. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Many nights it was just me and my tears. Then that was my only child, my baby, my heart. Just imagine your worst cased scenario and multiply by ten. That's how I felt. The next thing I saw from my daughter was of course child support papers. I can honesty admit I missed everything with my oldest. No first words, no first day of school and etc. That left a burning motivation in me that can never be ousted.
Deja Vu
October of 2010 there was a knock at the door at which was then my girlfriend house. It was the police serving me another notice of another child support date. This time it was for my son. Mother of this child filed court papers, changed her number, and like my daughter I was unable to see my child. Two weeks after I had gotten married I was in court. I wouldn't say these was spiteful acts but at the same time took away opportune bonding time. Not one day goes by where my kids are not amongst my thought process, but from the outside in it wouldn't seen that way.
Today
Little less than 9 months ago my wife and I was blessed with a little girl. To most she seem to be my favorite but she's the most consistent. She's there, available as I would want my other two. Being a father is impossible without the opportunity to do so. Time is precious, money can be replaced. I remember what I missed so much with my other two so I embrace so much with my youngest. I hold her tight because I know how easily it can be taken away from me. I just have to remember time was the thing that was taken, the label "Father" is still there. Just make the best of the opportunities given.
This blog will actually contain a lot of personal truth. How I feel, things i've encountered. What lead me to becoming the person, friend, and father I am now. This blog was actually inspired in church Sunday. I left my son with my wife while I went in the back to change my daughter. He yelled across the church "daddy" and came running down the aisle. Two days later while I was at work, my wife called saying my daughter didn't feel well and was calling for me. Small instances like this weighs on a fathers mind heavily.
Past Presently
I have not one memory of calling my father and him being around to answer. I've seen him four times in my life but I would never call him a dead beat because to this day I can always call him for advice. I had 2 kids before my marriage which makes 3 total. I have three totally different relationships stemming from the the different circumstances that's involved. I love my kids equally even though the time with each shows differently. Just as my youngest two were able to call on me, my oldest is not in a situation to do so. This is about to explain to you not what every father feels but where they can relate.
Missed Intentions.
February 7, 2006 three days before my birthday I received a called from I-95 letting me know that my daughter was being moved to New York. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Many nights it was just me and my tears. Then that was my only child, my baby, my heart. Just imagine your worst cased scenario and multiply by ten. That's how I felt. The next thing I saw from my daughter was of course child support papers. I can honesty admit I missed everything with my oldest. No first words, no first day of school and etc. That left a burning motivation in me that can never be ousted.
Deja Vu
October of 2010 there was a knock at the door at which was then my girlfriend house. It was the police serving me another notice of another child support date. This time it was for my son. Mother of this child filed court papers, changed her number, and like my daughter I was unable to see my child. Two weeks after I had gotten married I was in court. I wouldn't say these was spiteful acts but at the same time took away opportune bonding time. Not one day goes by where my kids are not amongst my thought process, but from the outside in it wouldn't seen that way.
Today
Little less than 9 months ago my wife and I was blessed with a little girl. To most she seem to be my favorite but she's the most consistent. She's there, available as I would want my other two. Being a father is impossible without the opportunity to do so. Time is precious, money can be replaced. I remember what I missed so much with my other two so I embrace so much with my youngest. I hold her tight because I know how easily it can be taken away from me. I just have to remember time was the thing that was taken, the label "Father" is still there. Just make the best of the opportunities given.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Acknowledging Bartimaeus
And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight: thy faith hath saved thee.
Luke 18:42 KJV
This is truly one of my favorite verses stemming from one of the my favorite stories in the Bible. Reading this last night I was genuinely inspired, I was moved physically and spiritually. I found a new prospective, truly another point of direction. Life is broken down into 3 phases, chance, choices and faith. I really want to break this down for you and show you what I saw in this verse. Bare with me as I take you into my vision. This will be truly the sight unseen.
Everyone knows the story of how Jesus gave sight to (Bartimaeus) the blind man. The most logical interpretation to gather is that when you turn unto the Lord he will give you sight. Which in my humble opinion is true. We are all blind, in darkness until we turn to Christ in which we are given life and is restored. In John 8:12 Jesus himself says I am the light of the world. Nobody looks at the forthcoming of Bartimaeus. In that short period of time he showed you his humbleness, persistence, and his faith. Last night I took the prospective of the blind man.
In the story (Luke 18:35-43) Bartimaeus hollered Jesus name and was rebuked by some of the followers. He was told to hold his peace. So he hollered louder for Christ and was recognized... That spoke so much to me. This blind man in the presence on Jesus, defied what is accustom. He didn't watch his blessing pass by, he spoke up. To me, this is how society is. What is not ordinary is disapproved of which makes people afraid to step out on a limb. So many of us will watch our blessing walk by right in front of us because we are afraid to do what is not normal. Even if we tried once and is rejected we will shut it down completely. Are you traveling against the grain or are you only willing to smooth sail?
I said that to say this, people will not always understand your effort. Some will not understand what is your cause, your passion, or your willingness to do what you're doing. Like Bartimaeus, you don't know what i'm hollering for. You're not trying receive what i'm trying to receive. You have to suffered what i've suffered, cry for what i've cried for, and fall where I've failed to understand what i'm trying to accomplish. Trying receive sight, a range of vision, trying to receive a blessing. On that day he receive brand new eyes because of his persistence. It was his perseverance and his humbleness that helped him receive what he sought after. Knowing what he wants and going after it. Are you willing?
Luke 18:42 KJV
This is truly one of my favorite verses stemming from one of the my favorite stories in the Bible. Reading this last night I was genuinely inspired, I was moved physically and spiritually. I found a new prospective, truly another point of direction. Life is broken down into 3 phases, chance, choices and faith. I really want to break this down for you and show you what I saw in this verse. Bare with me as I take you into my vision. This will be truly the sight unseen.
Everyone knows the story of how Jesus gave sight to (Bartimaeus) the blind man. The most logical interpretation to gather is that when you turn unto the Lord he will give you sight. Which in my humble opinion is true. We are all blind, in darkness until we turn to Christ in which we are given life and is restored. In John 8:12 Jesus himself says I am the light of the world. Nobody looks at the forthcoming of Bartimaeus. In that short period of time he showed you his humbleness, persistence, and his faith. Last night I took the prospective of the blind man.
In the story (Luke 18:35-43) Bartimaeus hollered Jesus name and was rebuked by some of the followers. He was told to hold his peace. So he hollered louder for Christ and was recognized... That spoke so much to me. This blind man in the presence on Jesus, defied what is accustom. He didn't watch his blessing pass by, he spoke up. To me, this is how society is. What is not ordinary is disapproved of which makes people afraid to step out on a limb. So many of us will watch our blessing walk by right in front of us because we are afraid to do what is not normal. Even if we tried once and is rejected we will shut it down completely. Are you traveling against the grain or are you only willing to smooth sail?
I said that to say this, people will not always understand your effort. Some will not understand what is your cause, your passion, or your willingness to do what you're doing. Like Bartimaeus, you don't know what i'm hollering for. You're not trying receive what i'm trying to receive. You have to suffered what i've suffered, cry for what i've cried for, and fall where I've failed to understand what i'm trying to accomplish. Trying receive sight, a range of vision, trying to receive a blessing. On that day he receive brand new eyes because of his persistence. It was his perseverance and his humbleness that helped him receive what he sought after. Knowing what he wants and going after it. Are you willing?
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Antagonism
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr
This is a very powerful statement. To me haters fall into one of two categories. Either they love to hate or hate to love. I would be lying if I said I wasn't naive to the thought of hatred. I felt like hate, hatred and especially the term hater was greatly embellish. Some more than others will use those terms to basically empower themselves, a motivational tool if you will. Some will use it to give themselves relevance or a sense of purpose. I (in my opinion) felt like people use the word hate just to justify an action they couldn't understand.
I've still haven't brought into it whole heartedly, but my eyes are slowly but surely being open. It's not the hate but the misunderstanding. Appreciation and gratitude has really been undermine by misguided thoughts and emotions. I've seen this first hand as many of you. When someone announces their new christianity people look for the backsliding. In a world where your short coming will always outweigh ANY good you've done. Don't believe me?
What's the first thing to your mind when you hear the names Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston? People have gotten a fear of putting anything positive out there from the fear of carrying it. Jesus carried his cross and was stone before he was crucified. These days that's how carrying the truth is. Being positive is actually a burden, almost is as delicate as walking on egg shells. At any moment notice all your hard work could come to an end. The sad thing about it, if I came crashing down today and wrote about it that would probably be my best blog.
Do you want motivation or do you want deceit? Long jeopardy or short comings? Additions or adultery? You want missions or missing? Kings or traitors? Inspiration or Assassination? Facts or fiction? The answer to those questions will truly determined do you want love or hate. Identify the source of the hate and find out how to love. I've always said hate (ing) was a personal problem. It's a personal decision. Now can you get over your personal pride not to?
This is a very powerful statement. To me haters fall into one of two categories. Either they love to hate or hate to love. I would be lying if I said I wasn't naive to the thought of hatred. I felt like hate, hatred and especially the term hater was greatly embellish. Some more than others will use those terms to basically empower themselves, a motivational tool if you will. Some will use it to give themselves relevance or a sense of purpose. I (in my opinion) felt like people use the word hate just to justify an action they couldn't understand.
I've still haven't brought into it whole heartedly, but my eyes are slowly but surely being open. It's not the hate but the misunderstanding. Appreciation and gratitude has really been undermine by misguided thoughts and emotions. I've seen this first hand as many of you. When someone announces their new christianity people look for the backsliding. In a world where your short coming will always outweigh ANY good you've done. Don't believe me?
What's the first thing to your mind when you hear the names Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston? People have gotten a fear of putting anything positive out there from the fear of carrying it. Jesus carried his cross and was stone before he was crucified. These days that's how carrying the truth is. Being positive is actually a burden, almost is as delicate as walking on egg shells. At any moment notice all your hard work could come to an end. The sad thing about it, if I came crashing down today and wrote about it that would probably be my best blog.
Do you want motivation or do you want deceit? Long jeopardy or short comings? Additions or adultery? You want missions or missing? Kings or traitors? Inspiration or Assassination? Facts or fiction? The answer to those questions will truly determined do you want love or hate. Identify the source of the hate and find out how to love. I've always said hate (ing) was a personal problem. It's a personal decision. Now can you get over your personal pride not to?
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Afraid are you?
Time and memories
I remember as a kid I got up one Sunday morning, put on my Sundays best and proceeded to walk to church. Church was maybe a two miles walk plus the heat and penny loafers wasn't making it a pleasant trip. I was determined to make it to St. Stephen Baptist Church on that faithful day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was within 500 feet of the church. I could hear the singing and praising on the outside. Then got this o so familiar feeling over my entire body. Fear.
Settling Fear
Fear is a very common feeling that we all encounter. Few will ever admit, but I will today. That day I was afraid. Not of what you may think. Every man supposed to have the fear of God in them, but on that day I was afraid of men. I was afraid of words, I was afraid eyes, I was afraid of thoughts. Even in the house of the Lord I was afraid of the people. Fear had actually settled in me and caused a negative reaction. That day I didn't go to church.
Effects of Fear
I tell that story to acknowledge the power of fear. Fear can actually control your actions, your thoughts, and fear can actually control YOU. Put this in prospective... Two mile walk through extensive heat along my journey I ALLOWED fear to deprive me of my benefits. We will do this sometimes, then we will mask it with the word content. We will become content on our jobs, content in our relationships, plus content in our lifestyle because the fear of the unknown lays the risk too much to the reward.
If its not broke don't fix it
We've all heard this before. This is has to be the most contentious statement i've ever heard. This is the fear of positive because of the possibility of a negative result. This is a fearful mind frame that will actually cause you to put a glass ceiling in your own life. You will actually place things you are able to accomplish just beyond reach due to the fact you are afraid of your own success. Dreams remain dreams, thoughts never hit paper and actions are never taken.
Conquering Fear
The bar has been lowered. Today's American dream is to have a good job and make decent money. Which I don't agree with. My dream is for everyone to do what they love, what they're passionate about. Cast fear to the side and what others maybe perceive and dream BIG. Fear is self inflicted and is easily conquered when faced. Can you hear the members from the outside? Are you willing to walk on in.
I remember as a kid I got up one Sunday morning, put on my Sundays best and proceeded to walk to church. Church was maybe a two miles walk plus the heat and penny loafers wasn't making it a pleasant trip. I was determined to make it to St. Stephen Baptist Church on that faithful day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was within 500 feet of the church. I could hear the singing and praising on the outside. Then got this o so familiar feeling over my entire body. Fear.
Settling Fear
Fear is a very common feeling that we all encounter. Few will ever admit, but I will today. That day I was afraid. Not of what you may think. Every man supposed to have the fear of God in them, but on that day I was afraid of men. I was afraid of words, I was afraid eyes, I was afraid of thoughts. Even in the house of the Lord I was afraid of the people. Fear had actually settled in me and caused a negative reaction. That day I didn't go to church.
Effects of Fear
I tell that story to acknowledge the power of fear. Fear can actually control your actions, your thoughts, and fear can actually control YOU. Put this in prospective... Two mile walk through extensive heat along my journey I ALLOWED fear to deprive me of my benefits. We will do this sometimes, then we will mask it with the word content. We will become content on our jobs, content in our relationships, plus content in our lifestyle because the fear of the unknown lays the risk too much to the reward.
If its not broke don't fix it
We've all heard this before. This is has to be the most contentious statement i've ever heard. This is the fear of positive because of the possibility of a negative result. This is a fearful mind frame that will actually cause you to put a glass ceiling in your own life. You will actually place things you are able to accomplish just beyond reach due to the fact you are afraid of your own success. Dreams remain dreams, thoughts never hit paper and actions are never taken.
Conquering Fear
The bar has been lowered. Today's American dream is to have a good job and make decent money. Which I don't agree with. My dream is for everyone to do what they love, what they're passionate about. Cast fear to the side and what others maybe perceive and dream BIG. Fear is self inflicted and is easily conquered when faced. Can you hear the members from the outside? Are you willing to walk on in.
Friday, June 22, 2012
The Hunter
Thanks for you support...
Lately I've been getting a lot of good feedback about my blogs. I would like to take this time before this one to let you know how much I appreciate you even taking your time out to even read them. You're greatly appreciated.
Back to business...
Lately I've been getting questions concerning why men chase women and to extend it, a certain type of woman. Don't get me wrong, i'm not an expert by any stretch of the imagination. This is strictly my opinion and my take on this situation. Do not go tell any man "well Alexander said" because I want to maintain my health. I just know that it was true for me and when I realized it I understood why I was doing it and grew from it. It help me learn lust from love to arrive at this point in my life.
Creatures of habit...
Seeing is believing, we see therefore it must be. Growing up, a man was actually judged on how "fine" his girl was. Objects of affection, refer to my blog "infidelity" which tells you how some are treated as objects. Its very true to a certain degree. But in this case women become more of collectors items. Turn on any song, music video, or TV show to prove this theory true. You will never see a girl in a music video cooking a meal or taking care of her kids. That's what should be promoted but is not.
All about the hunt...
A man always want what he can not have. You can quote me on this. When he can not have you that's when he want you the most. You are appealing to him, you arouse his interest. You are out of his reach therefore the hunt is on. Men are competitive by nature, always on a hunt for a challenge. Women present the greatest challenge of all because it presence the greatest reward.... "sex". That's the conquering of the territory, the planting of the flag, the crowning jewel. Sadly after the hunt is over, so is the interest... No fun playing a game that you know how it ends.
Wounded animals...
Any animal documentary on a predator will tell you that a hunter will almost always go for the wounded (easy target). The strong present too much of a challenge and will require too much time and effort so are usually passed on. The wounded varies from the simple minded, low self esteem, or as simple as one that they have already slept with before. Men have that... "if I've hit it once I can hit it again" mentality. Which is even more of a challenge if she has moved on. This sounds really childish but I promise you if you think back you can recall at least two or three you can identify to this. I'm just being honest.
This might be harsh...
But it is the truth... The way I broke the cycle is realizing... It's just sex! (I have another saying but will not use that kind of language in my blogs). But that's it. "just sex" at the end of the day you have not achieve anything that will actually greatly increase the standard of living in your life. You've actually lost way more than you gained. It may be fun but these days even fun has a price tag on it. Just like anything with a price tag, sometimes it's just not worth it. Now I know the difference between love and lust. The feeling between the two people is actually what makes the sex and not the sex itself..
Lately I've been getting a lot of good feedback about my blogs. I would like to take this time before this one to let you know how much I appreciate you even taking your time out to even read them. You're greatly appreciated.
Back to business...
Lately I've been getting questions concerning why men chase women and to extend it, a certain type of woman. Don't get me wrong, i'm not an expert by any stretch of the imagination. This is strictly my opinion and my take on this situation. Do not go tell any man "well Alexander said" because I want to maintain my health. I just know that it was true for me and when I realized it I understood why I was doing it and grew from it. It help me learn lust from love to arrive at this point in my life.
Creatures of habit...
Seeing is believing, we see therefore it must be. Growing up, a man was actually judged on how "fine" his girl was. Objects of affection, refer to my blog "infidelity" which tells you how some are treated as objects. Its very true to a certain degree. But in this case women become more of collectors items. Turn on any song, music video, or TV show to prove this theory true. You will never see a girl in a music video cooking a meal or taking care of her kids. That's what should be promoted but is not.
All about the hunt...
A man always want what he can not have. You can quote me on this. When he can not have you that's when he want you the most. You are appealing to him, you arouse his interest. You are out of his reach therefore the hunt is on. Men are competitive by nature, always on a hunt for a challenge. Women present the greatest challenge of all because it presence the greatest reward.... "sex". That's the conquering of the territory, the planting of the flag, the crowning jewel. Sadly after the hunt is over, so is the interest... No fun playing a game that you know how it ends.
Wounded animals...
Any animal documentary on a predator will tell you that a hunter will almost always go for the wounded (easy target). The strong present too much of a challenge and will require too much time and effort so are usually passed on. The wounded varies from the simple minded, low self esteem, or as simple as one that they have already slept with before. Men have that... "if I've hit it once I can hit it again" mentality. Which is even more of a challenge if she has moved on. This sounds really childish but I promise you if you think back you can recall at least two or three you can identify to this. I'm just being honest.
This might be harsh...
But it is the truth... The way I broke the cycle is realizing... It's just sex! (I have another saying but will not use that kind of language in my blogs). But that's it. "just sex" at the end of the day you have not achieve anything that will actually greatly increase the standard of living in your life. You've actually lost way more than you gained. It may be fun but these days even fun has a price tag on it. Just like anything with a price tag, sometimes it's just not worth it. Now I know the difference between love and lust. The feeling between the two people is actually what makes the sex and not the sex itself..
Saturday, June 16, 2012
New Face Of A Race
Man how the time have changed...
"Man" is the issue. The black man it is... I'm a firm believer in perception isn't reality, but in this case if the shoe fits, Well you know the rest. Providers and protectors are what we were meant for but fell to imprison and unreliable. Our reputation has been forever tarnish. We went from empowering to powerless, organizations to gangs, and the worst from the courtroom steps to in the courtroom itself. Think about it... When you hear bad neighborhood... What's the first thing you think? (black) club fight? (black) etc. etc.
Facts are facts...
2 years ago I worked for Manning Correction Institute... Where a head count was actually taken everyday and on any given day was 70 percent black. No matter the crime whether they deserve to be there or not... they reside there. This just one of 29 state prisons not including Federal prisons or County jails. In the United States 72 percent black kids grow up in a single parent household. 37 percent in South Carolina, 50 in Barnwell county where I reside. That prison number could have a lot to do with this...
Martin where have you gone?
Nowadays when you here "King" we think Lebron. Martin Luther King Jr has become an after thought... Well unless its February. The days of Martin, Malcolm, Stokely Carmichael and Thurgood Marshall are LONG gone. We place Jim Crow laws on ourselves, even Jesse Jackson called Obama a n&$#+ (What a role model). Many fought and died to give us the right... To kill ourselves (Don't think they had that in mind). Right now when you think of a black man you ask... "ever been to jail?" "How many kids?" "How many mothers?" "Do you drink or smoke?"... Right now a man is actually considered to be a "good" man if he has a job... Sad but true...
Coincidence?...
Black power movement hit its highest peak in the 60s, so did crack. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 came in, 1968 Martin Luther goes out. Here's more... The easiest war tactic is to divide and conquer. So how can you weaken a race at is strongest point... The civil rights movement is dated all the way up to 1975.... The same year child support was created. Which is only two years after abortions was legalized. Think about this... Child Support is suppose to offset the "absent" father.... But only seeks money in which they profit off of. Shouldn't they be able to court order time too?... There's no sheet you can fill out for time is it? That would actually help strengthen, that's not what the system is made for.
Thank God for the black woman...
With all the attention paid to the black male, the black woman has stepped into the forefront. The new face of the race. A new guidance, new direction, and most importantly a new empowerment. Our race is getting strong again. Under new management, the body was stronger than we thought and it all came from a rib. With the power to give life they have rebirth our race. Women went from Celie to CEOs, from the kitchen to college, from mother to daddy, and most importantly... from the back of the bus to the backbone of this black culture... I salute!
"Man" is the issue. The black man it is... I'm a firm believer in perception isn't reality, but in this case if the shoe fits, Well you know the rest. Providers and protectors are what we were meant for but fell to imprison and unreliable. Our reputation has been forever tarnish. We went from empowering to powerless, organizations to gangs, and the worst from the courtroom steps to in the courtroom itself. Think about it... When you hear bad neighborhood... What's the first thing you think? (black) club fight? (black) etc. etc.
Facts are facts...
2 years ago I worked for Manning Correction Institute... Where a head count was actually taken everyday and on any given day was 70 percent black. No matter the crime whether they deserve to be there or not... they reside there. This just one of 29 state prisons not including Federal prisons or County jails. In the United States 72 percent black kids grow up in a single parent household. 37 percent in South Carolina, 50 in Barnwell county where I reside. That prison number could have a lot to do with this...
Martin where have you gone?
Nowadays when you here "King" we think Lebron. Martin Luther King Jr has become an after thought... Well unless its February. The days of Martin, Malcolm, Stokely Carmichael and Thurgood Marshall are LONG gone. We place Jim Crow laws on ourselves, even Jesse Jackson called Obama a n&$#+ (What a role model). Many fought and died to give us the right... To kill ourselves (Don't think they had that in mind). Right now when you think of a black man you ask... "ever been to jail?" "How many kids?" "How many mothers?" "Do you drink or smoke?"... Right now a man is actually considered to be a "good" man if he has a job... Sad but true...
Coincidence?...
Black power movement hit its highest peak in the 60s, so did crack. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 came in, 1968 Martin Luther goes out. Here's more... The easiest war tactic is to divide and conquer. So how can you weaken a race at is strongest point... The civil rights movement is dated all the way up to 1975.... The same year child support was created. Which is only two years after abortions was legalized. Think about this... Child Support is suppose to offset the "absent" father.... But only seeks money in which they profit off of. Shouldn't they be able to court order time too?... There's no sheet you can fill out for time is it? That would actually help strengthen, that's not what the system is made for.
Thank God for the black woman...
With all the attention paid to the black male, the black woman has stepped into the forefront. The new face of the race. A new guidance, new direction, and most importantly a new empowerment. Our race is getting strong again. Under new management, the body was stronger than we thought and it all came from a rib. With the power to give life they have rebirth our race. Women went from Celie to CEOs, from the kitchen to college, from mother to daddy, and most importantly... from the back of the bus to the backbone of this black culture... I salute!
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Infidelity
I'm here to make a difference...
I'm new to blogging but definitely not new to stating my opinion. I want to shed light on a situation that has been gracefully pushed in the dark and intentionally ignored for obvious reasons. The matter that I am eluding to is cheating.
As of 3 days ago... My wife left to fulfill her military duties in the Barbados (we should all be so lucky) but in the days leading up to it all I could hear from anyone was what (they) would do in my situation. This is which leads me to the subject at hand...
Is cheating really that vital that every opportunity to do so has to be explored. Monogamy is almost a myth... A fairytale. Seems that these days only things people are interested in is... what they can get and what they can get away with. Since sex has become easier to get, stability is harder to sustain.
I have a solution...
As of late (to be nice about the situation)... When it comes to relationships they're started to be treated more like a business than the union of two people that love each other. Possessions have become so much of an emphasis in relationship that the spouse themselves are being treated like the prize possession. Let me show you where i'm getting at...
Prize possessions such as cars, jewelry, even houses in some cases no matter how much they may cost or are loved... there is always another one. One you like, you know to have as an option. That's what we do with possessions, we have back-ups and in time prize possessions become old possessions... Then replaced...
Here's my solution...
How about look at the situation differently. This is how I view mine... when I got married it made me complete, a whole. My half joined hers... i'm a part of her and she's a part of me so I treat her as I would treat myself. I put the shoe on the other foot first (how would I feel). The answer would be painfully obvious when you look through the other eyes. To back up my statement I refer to the Bible "treat others the way you would want to be treated"... Shouldn't it be especially true in the case of your spouse?....
I'm new to blogging but definitely not new to stating my opinion. I want to shed light on a situation that has been gracefully pushed in the dark and intentionally ignored for obvious reasons. The matter that I am eluding to is cheating.
As of 3 days ago... My wife left to fulfill her military duties in the Barbados (we should all be so lucky) but in the days leading up to it all I could hear from anyone was what (they) would do in my situation. This is which leads me to the subject at hand...
Is cheating really that vital that every opportunity to do so has to be explored. Monogamy is almost a myth... A fairytale. Seems that these days only things people are interested in is... what they can get and what they can get away with. Since sex has become easier to get, stability is harder to sustain.
I have a solution...
As of late (to be nice about the situation)... When it comes to relationships they're started to be treated more like a business than the union of two people that love each other. Possessions have become so much of an emphasis in relationship that the spouse themselves are being treated like the prize possession. Let me show you where i'm getting at...
Prize possessions such as cars, jewelry, even houses in some cases no matter how much they may cost or are loved... there is always another one. One you like, you know to have as an option. That's what we do with possessions, we have back-ups and in time prize possessions become old possessions... Then replaced...
Here's my solution...
How about look at the situation differently. This is how I view mine... when I got married it made me complete, a whole. My half joined hers... i'm a part of her and she's a part of me so I treat her as I would treat myself. I put the shoe on the other foot first (how would I feel). The answer would be painfully obvious when you look through the other eyes. To back up my statement I refer to the Bible "treat others the way you would want to be treated"... Shouldn't it be especially true in the case of your spouse?....
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