Make The World Better!


      Since my youngest days, I have lost many things, respect for some adults, parents, and siblings and friends. I have seen them come and go in my life, some left behind never to return, and some never forgotten but held within my memories still today. Each person was different, in their unique way, each one striving to be who they wished to be, it is what life is for you and for me.

       What makes us who we are today, is the base we come from I say. We have  genes and cultures we come from, built-in survival instincts and more. Yet we are still the accumulation of all we experience and live through. We start at a very young age with what our parents teach us, what to eat, what to read, what to drink and how to do everything. Then as we grow a little older our experiences with other human beings widens our perspectives and our ways of doing things. We tend to learn as we go, which for humanity is indeed a normal experience.

          Each one of us is different for many reasons, it may be race, nationality, skin color or even age, yet we all tend to survive and strive together on a planet so diverse it is indeed a miracle, isn’t it?

        Different cultures, races,, nationalities, bring with them different items we all learn from. Some are musical, some are written, some are cultural only in nature, some are in the foods we eat and they ways we walk and talk and dress. Yet, is it not true we are all striving to be individuals in our own right?

       Growing up for me was an experience filled with different races, cultures, and colors, caucasian, Afro-americans, Hispanics, and yes Orientals too. I came from a mixed neighborhood filled with different people and different styles. It never dawned on me once in my younger days that anyone was any different then the other,  because I learned at a young age, cut us we all bleed red, hurt us we all cry, hit us we all will hit back, respect us and we all can live in peace. I didn’t need John Kennedy or Robert Kennedy, or Martin Luther King JR. to tell me these things, I had a neighborhood full of richness, cultures and personalities that taught me from my youngest age, we are all people and we can get along.

      My parents didn’t sit at home and tell me, this race was bad, or that nationality was bad, or the color of skin matters. What they taught was treat all with respect, treat all the same and just be yourself and get along. I suppose many may say I am full of shit and don’t know what I am saying, but take even some simple animals, throw them together when young and they even do not notice the difference until later. So stop and think folks,  humanity is one.

        I went to school with every race,color and culture in America,I didn’t care, but it taught all of us to get along and it needed to be that way and still does today. I do get upset at times when I hear Afro-Americans, who say everyday do not call me a Niger, calling Caucasians white honkeys or anything along that line or vice versa. The color of ones skin, whether black, white,yellow, brown or any other color does not make a person less human, it does make them culturally different and able to bring fresh ideas to the world though!.

      I have a habit of watching CNN News. It is one of my favorite ways to listen to opinions on politics, ongoing news and events in the world and I usually do not object to much about their broadcasts. Nor do I usually say anything about the reporters, commentators or guests on the station or in their newsrooms. CNN has some of the best reporters in the world and I think they need to get more serious in their newscasts and avoid fluff articles or fill articles. Go Back to Hard News will you!.

       One more thing, for CNN , and I will end todays blog. Among your newscasters and commentators you have one Roland Martin. As a political commentator he does a decent job, yet, at times it seeps through his comments and his chats, that he is offended by anything that reports against the afro-american race. He tends to jump up on his high horse, trying to prove or defend the afro-american race every time someone says something about them, he doesn’t like. He needs to calm down and realize news covers all races, cultures, countries and styles and just report it all. While many may say I am picking on him, others will look and see I am telling the truth when he is on air. It’s really a matter of looking at it all with an unbiased opinion, and reading between the lines so to say.

       I have no problem with any race, culture, or anyone else. I do have a problem with people who get defensive for no reason and react that way. I can understand the plights, the fights, of each race, nationality and color, to reach for equality and to keep free and proud. Once it is achieved though as we all know today it is, shouldn’t we downplay it’s existence, and live our lives as equals? Instead of constantly trying to battle each other, we need to work together and make the world better for all.

The Holy Ghost


      Among the many mysteries, and adventures in life are the people we meet and the reasons and places we meet them in and what they end up meaning to us. As 2011 comes to a close and another year rolls by slowly, I like to think back to people I haven’t seen in ages.  People who had no idea how they affected my way of life and how I choose to live it. Ultimately, we all know it is the things we are taught, combined with the experiences we  lived through that makes us who we are today.

       The first and foremost people we all tend to remember in the Holiday Season each year is our own families. The parents who raised us and provided homes and education and clothing and food for us. Yes our dear Fathers and Mothers, they have us, give birth to us, feed us, wash us, care for us and discipline us too. Something they got overly emotional, or physically too strong for us, but they tried as they might to teach us right from wrong and to teach us to do better than them. Did we only time would tell and in the end if we didn’t we sure learned a lot from them and got a lot from them didn’t we?

      Then, we come to our siblings the ones we grew up side by side with in the same home, and learned with. They are supposed to be the next closest to us, aren’t they. Well not all families have that comfort and knowledge as some of us well know. Some of us have no idea who our so-called siblings are or were, during our lifetimes. We loose contact with them as they go their own ways and do their own things. So to my siblings out there, there were a total of five of us, Keith, me. Alex(Deceased) April (the only girl) and the baby boy Mathew where ever he may be, I think of each of you this Holiday Season and Wish you all the best.  As our mother once said, before her death ” Your Brothers and Sister are all you have after I am gone, Love and live together.” It didn’t work that way mom sorry and may never be, but the message you gave stays with me.

      What do you say about a man who was a contradiction each day of his life, yet raised you and loved each of us in his own way.? Yes he wasn’t perfect, yes he was violent and damaged us sometimes both mentally and physically, but he provided, everything he had to us in his own way. He took a woman with two small kids and raised us as his own, provided homes, food, clothing and more, and never once abandoned us in anyway.He didn’t have to raise another man’s sons, he could have run away, yet each and everyday he did stay. Happy Holiday Dad where ever you may be now, for you did what you could for all of us somehow.

       Then, you begin to spread wider in your circles of life and remember childhood friends you spent important hours with exploring, playing and learning from and being accepted by. Each a special friend in their own right, and in their own way, who helped to make you the person you are today. My friends range in age and sex and in income and color and race, but not one of them would I ever replace. I won’t name, names here because there are so many who helped me become the man I am today.

       So, as I now look back at the end of 2011, the parents that raised me are long dead and gone, my siblings lives have moved on. My older friends are now all grown and each of us have families all our own. So as the Holiday Season burns so bright and outside are all the Christmas Lights. The lights all pretty and all bright, the tress lighting up the houses each night. The decorations all about, and the hope for Peace is within a shout. May God Bless my family and my friends, may God make us all Healthy, Happy and Peaceful once again. May Christmas bring us closer to those we love most, God Bless us all, from Jesus, to Mary  and The Holy Ghost!.