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I am a Sucker for hard Issues, so I am always looking for them. I say to myself if I don’t Address them, then they are swept under the Rug like dirty little secrets. I found this one while Browsing my Archives. This Blog is Dear to me, knowing that someone trusting me to Write about thei’r Sorrows.
You are Born into this World to one who carries the Title of Mother, with the definition of loving, adept in caring and the most ferocious protector. A True Mother possess the utmost ability for nuturing, the best of Dads only comes close. For eleven years she never gave you any indication that your perception of her was misconceived. Then one Day she developed a bad case of the Breeze, and like a gust of wind she is gone. I have stated before abandoning your children is an awful trait that many Men possess. When Women do It that’s a whole different Animal. Mothers have a great propensity for caring and nurturing. So when a Woman abandons two young Daughters she is not a Mother, only a Baby maker. It was nothing you did or didn’t do.
Dad was the most loving and caring Man, he was a great provider. Again it was nothing he did or didn’t do. Mom wasn’t a true Mother, a true Mother does not fly away and leave two Daughters for a Man who doesn’t care about her Children. This is a true story told to me by a Coworker. When he learned that I wrote Blogs, he asked me what do I write about, I told him Parenting and Relationships. He said Tony do I have a Blog for you. At first we decided to call the Blog The Librarian, due to the fact that after ten lonely years of caring for his Daughters, always looking for someone who cared for them also and not just him.
One day he met a Woman who was a Librarian and Married her. Someone to help him finish the Job of raising two Daughters after their Mother abandoned the Family for a younger more attractive and sexier Man, someone to satisfy her raging Harmones. I guess that was a good enough reason to run off and leave two young Daughters for a Man to raise and teach them the things only a Mother can. His Story broke my Heart. I decided to name the Blog Stand Up Dad. Because for ten years that is exactly what he did for two Rebellious little Brats, they treated him as if it was his fault why their no good horny Mother ran off and left them to raise themselves, if not for the dedication of a loving Father.
Did I mention that People Bites. A lot of Men in their prime would have dropped them off at a Relative’s House and never looked back. Not my friend he was a stand up Guy who embraced his Responsibilities. The bad part was that he went above and beyond what a good Dad is supposed to be. He put them both through College, making their lives easier he bought them a Condo so they didn’t have to live in a Dorm. Talking about Low Life people these two Girls Graduated College, neither of them possessed not one Gram of ambition. Unilaterally they decided to move back Home and live off the Old Man, instead of putting their Education to good use and Forge their own way in Life. You can take some People to River’s Edge, making them drink is another Story.
You live as long as I have lived and you think you’ve heard it all. Sometimes I think that telling the Stories of the People I have known is my only motivation for Writing. He told me that these two Minions did their best to break up his Marriage. They didn’t want that Woman in what they considered their House. There is no doubt in my Mind that if he was in a Debilitating condition and needed their help, they would not be living there. These were not loving caring People, they were selfish, greedy and malicious. They wanted her out of the Will. John Legend puts it Best, who do we think we are. It absolutely Gauls me, When miserable little people who think nothing of ruining other People’s Lives, when theirs is in a Portable Toilet. They resented the Woman who tried to fill the void their Mother created in their lives, it’s like they had an Ax to grind for every Parent Figure. They disrespected their Father and his Wife, yet they didn’t have the mind of a Flea to know that after you have sucked the last drop of Blood it’s time to move on.
The confrontations even got to the point where he had the Cops removed them from his Home. Yet the soft Hearted slob allowed them to return to continue spreading misery and the bitterness that was inside of them. Makes you wonder how do we come by Our Genetic composition. They were 100% their Mother’s offspring, they were Cold Hearted People, just like the one who abandoned them. There was nothing in them that resembled their Father, a loving caring Man. I have spent a Lifetime trying to figure out what makes people Tick, what drives them to be inhumane to the ones who loved them. I don’t wish evil on good People. For these two blowing their Fertile years waiting for the Old Man’s Money. I see two Krones looking out the Mansion’s Window, realizing that they went too far. Oftentimes I wonder how do they Reconcile with their God, or do they Acknowledge Him. So in this late stage in Life I have come to the conclusion that we are all born with our own Minions. How we deal with them and whether we let them Dictate our Lives Define who we are, Divine Creatures or Children of the Corn.
P.S. in the end he lost his Job because the situation at Home consumed his every Thought, he was unable to function at work.
P.P.S. If Thy right Hand offends Thee cut it off.
Shared Article from AOL: Cindy McCain reveals ‘the final straw’ with Trump that led to Biden endorsement
John McCain has always been one of my Heroes. To have survived the torture of a Prison Camp and kept his Sanity is a remarkable Accomplishment. The Enemy knew that his Father and Grandfather were both Admirals so they cut him no breaks. John McCain was a true American Hero known for his Courage and Outstanding Achievements. He would have made a great President.
That’s Me In The Corner
That’s Me in The Corner
In the year Nineteen Seventy Crosby Stills Nash and Young Released a Song called Southern Man. It was a call for Social Changes in America. A couple of Verses went, ” Southern Man better dig your Head, Don’t forget what the good Book said. I seen your Black Man coming round, swear by God I’m gonna cut him down. Not long after the Allman Brothers released Down to the Whipping Post. Jefferson Airplane Hollered about Wooden Ships. These were American Kids using Music to Plea to the Blackheartedness of America’s unwillingness to do the right thing. Release the Negro from under your Thumb.
Just around the same time the Diehard Rebel Band came up with Sweet Home Alabama. I guess they were Proud of the way Governor Lester Maddox and the National Guard Swarm down on Martin Luther King on the Selma Bridge and beat him down, If I am not mistaken they killed a few peaceful Marchers singing Religious songs. Walking hand in hand with Hippies and embracing Dr King’s Ideologies have cured me of the Hate Virus. The only time I encounter the Emotions of Hate is when people drag me down to thei’r level and forces me to be Brutally Frank. ” Never wrestle with Ignorant People, they will only drag you down to thei’r level and beat you with Experience”. When that happens you let the Minion out of the Bottle, and it doesn’t want to go back in.
I don’t remember the name of the Group that asked the Question ” How long has this been going on”. As you can see this is beginning to look like something Institutionalized and is as natural as American Pie and Baseball. From Nineteen Seventy- Two Thousand Twenty I am looking into the Soul of America and all I see is the Vehement stand it takes on Hate . will someone work with me here and fill in the end Date. 1970 I was sixteen I am now sixty seven ” yes that’s me in the Corner, yes I am losing my Religion, and I hate you for undoing my Mother’s hard work to save my Soul. She told me that we were all God’s Children, and I Believed her. Now you have me Questioning her Truthfulness.
Why should I not feel this way waiting fifty three years for something that is never going to happen in my Lifetime, Equality and Justice, they are both words of Propaganda with no Constitutional meaning or Value. Just around the same Time America placed Sanctions on P.W. Bota’s South Africa for the Mailinging its Black Citizens. What Hypocrisy, ” you shouldn’t throw Stones”. When they pilled Stones on Jesus there were Christians among the Romans, it was a Christian who gave him to the Romans. Today the Evangelical Community supports far Right, does that mean that they support Systemic Racism. Do you really want to know what unhinged the Bitch? Glad you asked, a Black District Attorney protecting Cops who forget that they are Peace Officers and not Storm Troopers involved in a cover-up.
Nappyhead Rappers with a couple of Bucks who think that Fame brings Intelligence, overstepping their Capacities. Thinking that they are Spokesmen. Harriet Tubman spoke about them, ” I freed a Thousand Slaves, I could have freed a Thousand more if only they knew they were Slaves” This is not me, my Mother a Devout Christian told me that I should Kill my Enemies with Kindness, but my Cup Runeth Over with all this Hate that will never go away and Black Lives Matter Rhetoric. Tupac said that it was you doing all the Killing ( Black on Black) his Death gave Creditability to his Words. Now you want me to March with people who are going to throw the first Stones that are going to be met by Bullets, think again. I’ll tell you what Matters, the way Black People treat each other.
Nineteen Seventy Three, Here I am working in the Mailroom of an American Conglomerate, my Immediate Supervisor, Black like me with an Irish Last Name, telling me that I didn’t belong there, that I belonged on the Street with my Hoodlum Brothers. You need to Free your Mind before you can move forward. The way White People Hate Black People, the way Jews Arabs Muslims and Christians Hate each other. That’s what Matters. Give me a Break you are all Sick with The Hate Virus, I have strong Antibodies to you all. I have had Friends in every Race, we judge each Other on individual Merits, not from what Society says. Remember the Words all God’s Children, you Idiots need to get over yourselves and remember what the Good Book Says. ” Do onto Others as you would have them do to you”. I will end this Tirade with a message of Love.
Two Thousand and Nine I took a Job in a Nursing Home. The Facility had one Hundred and twenty three Beds, one belonged to a Black Resident, the Staff one Hundred percent White. Many of the Jobs that I have had in my work Life I was the first, including this one. In just about all of them I was the Torchbearer for Excellence. Mother told me, ” Whatever job you do, be the Best, go the extra Mile. They may never accept you but they will Respect you for the Job you do. From Day One working in this Nursing Home I knew that this was the Challenge of a Lifetime. I embraced the Challenge boldly. I took the Residents on one by one, many had never had any interaction with a Black Person before.
Now I had the Opportunity to put Mother’s teaching to the test. Knowing that many were in thei’r last Days I showered them all with Love, Kindness and Respect. I became their Watchdog, scoping out Abuse and Neglect. That gave the Staff another reason to Hate me other being Black. Coworkers told me that they called me Nigger behind my Back, never in my Face fearing that I would go Postal. I grew Extremely Tight with some of the Residents. Liz was an Irish Woman in her eighties, who had never had any interaction with a Black Person. We Adopted each other, the love we had for each other made my Mother Jealous, asking me how many Mothers do I have. Nell was a Polish Woman, I think that she loved me Best, I called her Chachi, she called me Chachi ( Grandmother- Grandfather) she told me that I was too wise for my age. When I told the Residents that I was Moving to Florida I took years from thei’r Lives with sadness. It was Jubilation for the Staff. The Oddest thing that ever happened to me in my Life, One Month after Leaving Pennsylvania, now living in Florida. One Day I received a Manila Envelope in the Mail, in it was a Plaque, On it were the Words Employee of the Month along with a Check. I was Blown away, Mom was right, they may never accept you, but they will Respect you for the Job you do. “This one goes out to the ones I love, this one goes out to the ones I left behind”- R.E.M. Parting Words belongs to Tom Petty ” Don’t want to Live like a Refugee”
P.S. The Lord moves in Mysterious ways.
Three Seeds
Three Seeds
When I was young my Mother told me that she feared that one Day someone would kidnap me. The reason for her Fear she Explained, was that I was the most Loving and trusting Child she had ever seen. She continued saying that I gravitated to People, telling me how I would jump in the Arms of total Strangers. Over the years growing up it has puzzled People how thei’r Children Gravitated to me. I could pick up a Wailing Child, hold them for a short while, speak a few comforting words and they would stop crying. In my High School Drama class I had to give up my part playing George in Our Town. I could never make it through the end of the Play without crying.
My Teacher explained to me that the reason for that was that I possessed what is known as Empathy. The same way a Child can be Born with Prodigious Skills one can be Born with Empathy and a Tremendous capacity to Love. What happens to steal that capacity along the way growing up is nothing short of Criminal. When a child is Born their Minds, Soul, Temperaments and their entire Being is a Blank sheet of white Paper. What is written on it by thei’r Parents, thei’r Environment and others they encounter in life, Dictates how they live the rest of their Lives. In one of my earlier Blogs Titled The Palm Tree, I explained how I picked up four Palm Seeds and planted them. Three Seeds were planted outside in the harsh Florida Tropical Environment.
As soon as they Budd from Seedlings they all Died. The fourth Seed was planted on my enclosed Porch, in a Rainforest setting. After four years of living and flourishing in the proper Environment. The Roots are strong and if I decided to transfer it outside, one Day one Hundred years from Now it will provide Shelter for the Seeds it Sheads. If Children are exposed to Harsh Toxic Environment, they struggle with Relationships and Wither in Society and life in general, without strong Convictions. Remember that Wealth and Success is not only Measured in Financial Gains. Take a look at O.J. Aaron Hernandez, Bill Cosby and Mike Epstein. ” Teach your Children well and know they Love you”.
I am forever invoking the Story of a young Man awaiting Execution. Called his Mother to come close to his Cell, so he could whisper in her Ear, he bit it off rebuking her, that’s for not telling me that I couldn’t get away with Murder. The Seeds you Plant can grow into a Healthy Palm Tree or a Thorny Bush. I could end this Blog right here but I know that People like a Panoramic view of everything, so I will continue. Nineteen Seventy Seven I had the Educational Experience to have met a Man, whose Worth at that Time was five Hundred Million, We spoke for over an Hour. He said that Money could either be a Blessing or a Curse, what you do with it is what’s important. He continued saying that Money is only a Tool to do good things.
During the Conversation he explained to me that when his two Sons Graduated College. He did not give them Offices next to him on the twenty sixth floor of his Conglomerate. He instead gave them jobs in the lowest level of one of his Entities, a Road Construction Company. Laying Asphalt in one Hundred and thirteen Degrees Weather in Texas. I asked him why so Crude, he Explained that they would eventually Inherit his Dynasty. However he didn’t want them to Develop Rock Star Mentality and that he wanted to teach them Humility and the Value of a hard earned Dollar. None of them turned out like Jared Kushner, an Airhead, expressing Views he knows nothing about, ” Success” having everything handed to him.
That Encounter Thought me not to sell my Soul for Money, and to be careful of what I asked for. That same year I returned to New York, Organized Crime offered me a job as a Courier, Delivering Kilos. The starting Salary was five Thousand Dollars Weekly, with Potential to grow in the Organization. My Upbringing was the only thing that kept me from Accepting the Offer. When I Bought my first Home, I told my Wife that if I had taken the Offer, from then to now the two Tier House would be packed with nothing but Money, not being able to put it in a Bank. With my Inguinity, today I would be a Kingpin and my Soul would have belonged to Satan. Today I credit my Success to my Mother, she told me that if you walk in Filth you certainly will Stink.
She also told me that the Decisions I made when I am young, I would have to live with them for the rest of my Life. I have been Fortunate to have had Great Teachers in my Life. In High School one of them told me that I should never stop Learning, when you stop, your Brain start to Die. I draw Parallel to what Archie would call Michael ” Meathead”, nothing Grows in a Comfort Zone. Further drawing Parallel, being Complacent with Society thinking what can one Person do, being silent Deaf and Blind, amounts to Acceptance and Approval. I am still the same trusting Person, only Age have made me Cynical as to whether everyone can be trusted to look out for my Best Interests. Finally working through Difficult Times should make us Better, not Bitter!
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