Life, Religion

A Christmas Prayer

 

It’s like a Sacrifice in Dying

A Christmas Prayer

God Bless each and every Nation and all your People.

Give them the Wisdom to rise above  mediocrities and misgivings towards each other.

Show us the path to a higher Ground of communication and tolerance.

Give us the knowledge of understanding and unity.

Thank you for the birth of your Son and all he lived and Died for.

Should we falter along the way imperfections are our flaws.

We struggle Daily to overcome the path that Cain has laid.

Nonetheless some of us do love our Brothers.

One Heart ❤ one Love 💘 one Mind one Soul.

Without Christ there be no Christmas.

                                      Thank You

Life, Parenting And Relationships

The Hurt

Red Flags

Holding on to anger is like drinking Poison and waiting for the other person to die (Buddah)

What in the World is wrong with Angry  People, those who for whatever reason choosing to let one moment of Hurt, Madness, Hate, Disillusionment or whatever reason control their entire lives.  Has anyone ever heard of picking yourself up brushing off yourself and moving on, instead of Dwelling on the Hurt to the point where you don’t exist, only the Hurt. You do whatever it takes to ease the Hurt as in Drugs and Off the Wall behavior. Bad enough Grown People have to encounter hurt, for a Child to experience the Trauma, the Avalanche of Social Discourse ticks like a Time Bomb. My friend was molested somewhere around ten and the Hurt and shame followed him all through the rest of his life.

Remember me telling you about the behavioral problems that followed the Hurt and the Drugs to ease the Hurt. He was a well adjusted child until his misfortune, then his personality, behavior and his attitude toward life took a nosedive. His schoolwork went to Hell he became problematic got into a lot of fights, jumped off a Bridge when he was twelve or thirteen the Doctors never thought he would live, he started using Cocaine before he was fifteen. Talking about Parenting skills, no one saw the Red Flag he was waiving or his screams for help though they were silent they were Deafening. A Deaf Dumb and Blind Man would have sought help for him, his Parents were oblivious to their once normal Child off the wall behavior and thought the child was just a bad Boy as the whole community did.

My Mother always told me that there was good in everyone, well let me tell you Mom there is bad in all of us, it’s just a matter of what it takes to bring it out. The most Important thing about being hurt is you need to tell someone you need to talk about it with someone or it will eat you alive and consume you the way Hate does. My friend died at thirty nine taking his secret with him, never told his Parents or anyone else but me. Call me clairvoyant, call me Empathetic but I see right through People as if they were Transparent. I saw the Good in him that the entire Town didn’t see including his Family, all they knew was that he did bad things and that he was out of control, no one was interested in the Root Cause. The path in life that he took was laid out for him by his Molester and his Deaf Dumb and Blind Parents.

The worse of Hurt comes from someone you love and trust, as in a family member a Teacher or a Priest especially When they lay a guilt trip on you about telling. When I got molested I was fourteen my Mother died not knowing what transpired in the Home of a Teacher who had scoped me out in the Schoolyard, I was never one of his Pupils but he had slated me as his next Victim. His two younger Brothers who were also molested by him Lured me to the house. The difference between my Friend and I was that he was only a helpless Child, I on the other hand was a big fourteen years old who had overcome the Hurt of two severe beatings by two grown Men, one a family member the other a Church Brother, I was only eight.

Those two beatings brought out the bad in me. My Molester didn’t have a clue who he wanted to Rape, with a handful of my Testicles he tried to pull them from their housing. The poor fool didn’t know that only Months ago I won the fight of my Life from a sixteen years old who was a skilled street fighter, his two older Brothers were Gunmen who caught many Bullets before they caught up with me. Teachie as he was called tried to squeeze me into submission, I closed my Eyes while visualizing his face, with a Rabbit Punch I nailed him in his left Eye so hard I am certain that he eventually would have lost that Eye. The Eye immediately filled up with Blood, he released my Testicles as if they burned his hands, he screamed to his Brothers for help, the older one stood up, I grabbed a Steak Knife and decided to Butcher all three of them for putting me through this embarrassment.

The Lord have always channeled my Anger, I put the Knife down and walked out. In my case the Hurt wasn’t much only two sore Testicles but not my Manly Pride. My Mother was neither Deaf Dumb or Blind she worked with me through those difficult years, with God’s help I have lived a normal life and never spent a day in Prison and never had to kill anyone. My friend on the other hand spent many years in confinement after coming full circle with a bad Life, one Day after sitting at my Kitchen table he was on Tv for taking his Girlfriend and his Child Hostage. That was the last time I saw my friend, he died two years ago at thirty nine from all the bad Life that the Hurt had caused him to live.

He told no one but me, it took fifty years for me to openly talk about mine, don’t live in silence it will make you angry all the time and you won’t know why, Anger will eat you alive along with those around you. In conclusion I am begging all you Deaf Dumb and Blind Parents out there to be Vigilant of the Red Flags that your Kids wave and sudden behavioral change, remember that silence says a lot. Forget about your mundane life and invest some time in your juvenile delinquent offspring, oftentimes there is a message in their bad behavior, caught in time you could save Society from the Havoc that awaits.

In my neck of the woods Tampa, over the last three years Society have felt the wrought of two young men that must have been hurt at one point or another to have lashed out on Society the way they did. One at sixteen Raped a sixty one year old Woman, obviously he hated the Grandmother figure, remember Rapist don’t do it for the pleasure only for the Hurt they inflict, within one year he Raped again this time an eighteen years old College Bound, this time all his Hurt and Hatred was levied on this poor young Woman, the beating left her in a Vegetative State for the rest of her Life. His Parents were Deaf Dumb and Blind to the Red Flags, so was the Parents of the other who worked by Day at McDonald’s, at nighttime he terrorized a Neighborhood killing four of it’s Residents randomly over a one Month’s Murderous Rampage. I guess his Parents also were Deaf Dumb and Blind  to the early warning signs of his Red Flags.

P.S.   Be soft. Do not let the World make you hard. Do not let the Pain make you Hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Related

Psychological trauma

Psychological trauma is a type of damage to the mind that occurs as a result of a distressing event. Trauma is often the result of an overwhelming amount of stress that exceeds one’s ability to cope, or integrate the emotions involved with that experience. Trauma may result from a single distressing experience or recurring events of being overwhelmed that can be precipitated in weeks, years, or even decades as the person struggles to cope with the immediate circumstances, eventually leading to serious, long-term negative consequences.

Because trauma differs between individuals, according to their subjective experiences, people will react to similar traumatic events differently. In other words, not all people who experience a potentially traumatic event will actually become psychologically traumatized.  However, it is possible for some people to develop post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after being exposed to a major traumatic event.This discrepancy in risk rate can be attributed to protective factors some individuals may have that enable them to cope with trauma; they are related to temperamental and environmental factors from among others. Some examples are mild exposure to stress early in life.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Mean Streets

To all you youthful Rebels out there who think that your life is a living Hell living under what you might consider to be a Dictatorship. Slow down and look at the big Picture, a lot of us are on this Earth strictly by accident. Our Parents never meant to have us, but out of an act of nature you were conceived, and there was no going back. Many of our Parents were just Kids themselves when they crawled into the Sack and got knocked up. Some without a conscience abort their mistakes, consider yourself lucky as I do. I myself was a late Pregnancy, my Mother got Pregnant at thirty seven her entire Family advised her to have an Abortion because the Pregnancy was dangerous at that age with poor Health.

Thank God she didn’t listen to them, otherwise I would not be here to tell you that no matter how bad it is where you are it’s worse out there on the Streets. From fourteen to eighteen I was a product of the Streets, I undermined all my Mother’s Christian Teachings, hard work and Dedication to raise an Upstanding World Class Citizen. At fourteen years old I was introduced to the finest Marijuana grown around the World by a twelve year old Boy who went to Catholic School. His older Sister was an Airline Steward, she was the Mule that brought the finest Weed grown from around the World to the Bronx. Her older brother was the Dealer, their Parents were the Pillars of the Community, one a Public Servant the other a CPA.

I was a Rebel without a Cause or a clue doing stupid Shit just to prove that I was a Man being Raised by a Single Mom, and to let her know that I wasn’t going to listen to a Woman. That Woman was Godsend in delivering me from the Streets. At fourteen while doing my Laundry she found an Ounce of Marijuana in my Pocket, flushed it in the Toilet, not a word was said of her find.

Several Weeks later she sat me down and Counseled me of the dangers of smoking Weed and what it could lead to as a Gateway Drug, instead of kicking me out of her House into the Streets where I belonged with my Bitch Ass Attitude about being Raised by a Single Mom. She knew how the Streets were, seen as how her Parents kicked her out of their Home when she got Pregnant with her first Kid.

For four more years she put up with my Crap. Her secret Weapon was her strong belief in God, that we were all put on this Earth to go through Trials and Tribulations, the purpose, to make us strong and Triumphant. Also she used the Technique of Love and Logic Parenting style on me, allowing me to screw up as much as I wanted to, then coming full Circle with my actions and face the consequences, while counselling me about Crime and Punishment.

Mass Murderer

After four years of living the Street life of Drinking Colt 45, Old English and smoking the finest Weed from around the World, while steadily being prodded to sell it.

I squeaked out of High School barely Literate from the beating I put on my Brain from smoking all that High quality Weed for four years, when I should have been prepping myself for College to become a Literary Scholar, instead of Partying my Life away. In the end Mom was Triumphant, at eighteen I realized that if I continued hanging in the Streets it would only be a matter of time before I was selling Kilos, and doing time with Brothers who wanted to make me their Woman. At that point in my young life I had seen the Light and since steadily walked the straight and narrow. One of my Cousins took an Offer that I refused, made himself Wealthy, caught five Bullets and did fifteen years in Prison, forget about the money, those were my five Bullets and my fifteen years. What good would it have done me to become wealthy while losing my Soul to the Streets. What I am trying to tell you young Rebels, is the Streets is no place to be Somebody. It is better to stay in what you may consider an oppressive situation, make it your Job, your Vendetta, your Driving Force to become Educated and set yourself Free.

P.S. this is my Tribute to Tom Petty’s Soul Asylum.

Lyrics

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn’t even sleep
So many secrets I couldn’t keep
Promised myself I wouldn’t weep
One more promise I couldn’t keep

It seems no one can help me now
I’m in too deep
There’s no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life’s mystery seems so faded.

Life, Religion

A Humbling Effect

A Humbling Effect

One of the hardest Job that I have ever taken on is the Job of being Polite, because Rude People works hard at stealing the Joy. My Mother was very skilled in the Art of being Polite, to the point of taking the Blame to keep the Family ❤ together, now that’s taking it to the next level. The Reason I love Jesus is because I am Humbled by Him not defending Himself and choosing to Die for the Betterment of Mankind. Christianity Teaches turning the other Cheek. Mother done well and Jesus got my Attention. Though I could never aspire to walk in their Shoes. But Why do I have to Smile when you are using Sandpaper to Rub me wrong, while I go out of my Way to keep the Peace, I know that no good comes from the Escalation of Hostilities but War, on any Front, including Home or work War is no good. Yet I am to stay Calm and ignore the Hostilities and😃 smile.

This Business of being Polite carries the Coat of  Sainthood . They step on your Pride and say they didn’t mean it, they Lie under Oath, yet I am to be Civilized and be the Bigger Man when Someone needs a Foot up their Ass. Once Working for a Huge Hospitality Corporation where the test for my Job was to pick something from their Refrigerator and cook it in front of them to their taste, for the GM and Head Chef to sample. I was Hired on the Spot, a couple of Months later the Sous Chef went home didn’t tell me that there were a large amount of Food in the Oven,  left overnight there was the possibility of  starting Fire. I reported to work the following Day to be met outside the Privacy of the Kitchen by The General Manager yelling that I left Food in the Oven Overnight, that was Burnt to a Crisp.

Nothing I could say to convince her that it was not my Bad, she didn’t want to hear the Preverbial. If I am not mistaken she even told me to shut up when I tried to explain. Totally frustrated that I was going to be the Scape Goat, against all my good Christian upbringing, I lashed back at Her I told Her that if she was a Man that I would have put my foot in her Ass. I started walking to the Locker Room she followed constantly asking me what did I say, ignoring her I cleaned out my locker, I guess she didn’t realize that those words ment that I Quit, coming down from her high Horse she asked me who was going to cover my shift, I handed her my Apron.

It’s a shame the way people act when you give them a Title and a Position not realizing that if you are the Captain of a Canoe you need someone to man the Oars, otherwise you are going nowhere. In other words you can be the CEO of a fortune 500 company, without quality Help you are just a Poppycock. It’s the same as a President who can’t work with Congress, noting gets accomplished except Filibustering. All of this Superiority Attitude comes from not teaching your Kids Humility, don’t forget that Jesus washed his Disciples Feet to teach them Humility. I guess that if you don’t believe in Jesus then you can’t walk in his footsteps.

When I worked for Salomon Brothers John Gotfreund yearly salary was 12 million with another 12 in Bonus yet he treated me like I was an important component to the success of the Company. With all his Millions he was one of the humblist people that I have ever met. On the other hand I have worked for  Midget Brains who never earned 1 percent of John’s salary that tried to walk all over me before I tell them what to do with their Job. It’s very hard being a good Christian in a world filled with People who think that theirs do not Stink. In conclusion no matter how far you make it in this World don’t forget that Jesus got down on his hands and knees to teach his Disciples Humility, so who am I not to be Humbled.

Life

Jane

Imported Labor is a way of life, has been and always was. That’s how Capitalism is, cheap Labor rules, if you can manufacture a pair of Sneakers for ten Dollars and it Retails for $150 you are The Capitalist. Free Enterprise is good, Runaway Greed is bad. I work as a Contract Employee for a Justice System, that is where I met Jane a Latin American Immigrant, Columbia I believe. Jane lives and works in Florida, back home she left her Husband and a Son who is a budding Artist, in her Country she attended College, she never told me what she studied. However one can tell that she is a Scholar due to the fact that she is middle aged and is going to school to improve her command of the English Language and reconnect with her chosen Profession.

We became friends when she spoke to me in broken English and I corrected her in Spanish, she was impressed with the fact that I could hold my own with her Language and wanted to know how so. I explained to her that I took Spanish in High School for four years but over the years I became rusty from not practicing. We decided to Mentor each other, she would speak to me in English and I would speak to her in Spanish, that way we could correct each other. To me this is very commendable, a forty five years old going to school wanting to bridge the Language gap that holds her back. Earlier in our conversations she confided in me how bad the conditions were in her Country including the Economy, that is why she is here.

I suppose that somewhere down the Road she heard that this was the Land of opportunity where by the sweat of your Brows you can eat and live better than a Refugee. In her neck of the woods they jump Borders daily in search of work, only to find that the Grass is the same and in this Hemisphere it is only greener in America. Why should they not try to Jump the Wall of China, the Berlin Wall and the soon to be Built Wall of Freedom to separate Mexico and Latin America from the Land of Freedom. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” is this only idle Talk or words spoken to give hope to the downtrodden beaten and broken seeking Liberty. All of this Hypocrisy about shutting the Floodgates reminds me of the Ten Commandments that only a few lives by.

The Church doesn’t feed the Homeless and don’t practice separation of State, in my neck of the woods Tampa Florida in the last elections a Church lost it’s Accreditation as a Polling Place for trying to influence Voters on which Party to vote for, many supports tighter immigration Laws while Soup Kitchens are far and few. Thanksgiving goes back to the early Settlers the Mayflower mentality has brought people here from every country in the World, which has taken on new meanings over the years. This Country was taken out of the Agricultural into Industrial into Internet Technologies from imported Labor,  the Brightest and the best have always abandoned their own Country for the Land of Opportunities.

No matter how much Charity is given to Third World Countries you can’t fill the void of all their best minds migrating here. First you need to fix the problem that caused them to inundate the Southern Borders. Instead of giving me a hundred pound sack of Rice, teach me how to farm so I can feed my Family for Life, instead of lending me a hundred Million that I can never pay back teach me to market my Resources. For each failed Economy in Latin America our Borders becomes inundated with hungry people looking for work. The least we can do is Process them, many of them is just like Jane educated and Industrious looking for a break. Simon and Garfunkel said it best ” We all come to look for America”

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving