Ambition, America, Autobiography, Bio, Black History, Dr King, Emotional Intelligence, Empathy, Helpful Conversations, Inclusion, Life, Motivation, Self help

Through Her Eyes: Revised

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Chapter Two

Same but different.

Jay always professed himself to be my brother, but he was no brother of mine. Mother died without me giving her credit for her perception of my so-called best friend, whom I considered my brother. She had constantly hammered at me, ‘He is no good; lose him.’ Hard-headed as I was, I stuck with him to the edge of calamity. We were inseparable, as tight as Abbott and Costello, and in almost every class together. After school, we took the Number Four train, where we did our homework to Forty-second Street. From there, we walked to 666 5th Ave, where we worked full-time at a five-star restaurant. There, we jockeyed positions as pastry chefs and grill chefs.

Going to school and working full-time was very taxing, but we didn’t care; it put good money in our pockets which allowed us to dress like pimps and party like we were rich and famous. Besides textbooks, we only read Gentleman’s Quarterly, the leading fashion magazine for men,  Ebony and Jet magazines. We dressed G.Q. going to school; we wouldn’t be caught dead with holes in our jeans; only the poor haters came to school with holes in their clothes. We dressed better than our teachers, who thought we were uppity; we were hated by blacks and whites, all thinking that we were uppity and drug dealers. We had the most extraordinary weed connections; one worked for the airlines and traveled the world; we smoked a lot of it but never sold any. 

Ambition, America, Life, Motivation, Religion

Designing my own Cover

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One Publisher wanted two thousand Dollars to Design the Cover. I did this on my own, How am I doing? In the Authors Circle, the Terminology “Ugly Baby” means that you are the only one who thinks that your Book is Good. Then again; if you don’t believe in yourself, who will?

This Book,”Shakes, rattle and rolls into another Dimension of confrontation with the Government, the School System, the Church and Society. Then it challenges the voracity of Hate, and rolls into a call to love each other, with a Religious overtone. I’m the product of the Hippie Culture. I saw Gracie Slick at her best in Central Park, in the middle of the day and the middle of the week. seventy thousand of us Free-Spirited Jefferson Starship lovers played Hooky. Why should I not write about my Memories? Good and Bad. The Book is weeks away from publication. After publishing the first edition, I decided that Marketing is your #1 job and if you can’t sell your Beautiful Baby, then Who. “It’s on”

Ambition, Life, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships

Children with Big Ears

The other day I spoke with my new Publishing Company, they will Publish, ” Through her Eyes/Revised Edition” my second Book. I told the Publisher that I had written probably 450 Blogs, I told him that I took a year off from writing Blogs. He admonished me and told me that I should never stop writing. The following is the first draft of my Children Book for all ages including Parents. This one is a Treat for my earliest Readers. Remember that my first earlier Blogs were about Parenting and Relationship.

Children with Big Ears

Desire for knowledge stands as one of the most remarkable gifts a person can possess. Some individuals are born with innate talents, distinguishing them as prodigies, while the rest of us must cultivate our understanding as we age. This endeavor resembles the growth of fruits—like strawberries maturing into delectable sweetness, or lemons evolving into tangy tartness. The choice between the two signifies the paths we select in life.

Yet, nurturing such paths demands unique skills, particularly evident in the realm of parenting. Many young individuals lack these aptitudes or the time to acquire them. As people transition into parenthood, a pivotal transformation should transpire—aligning their lives to guide their children towards virtue and away from negative exemplars. Children are the quintessential learners, absorbing behaviors, values, and insights through observation, listening, and emulation. They begin life as blank canvases, their actions and demeanor shaped predominantly by external influences


This discussion naturally leads us to the crux of this book—the power of parental words and actions. Parents, as humans, are inherently imperfect. There are instances when their actions might not align with the virtues they strive to impart to their offspring. Occasionally, they might overlook the presence of little listeners, unaware that not all conversations are suitable for young ears. Moreover, certain children exhibit an innate curiosity, going out of their way to eavesdrop on conversations meant for adults. A personal recollection underscores this point: during my own childhood, I earned the moniker “Big Ears,” a playful nod to my penchant for eavesdropping. The adults around me took care to ensure my absence when sensitive discussions arose.
This inadvertently honed my conversational skills early on, but there were occasions when I encountered information beyond my years. Coping with this involved striving to mature responsibly, despite negative influences, like exposure to a father’s coarse language due to alcohol consumption.

Undoubtedly, children often find themselves caught between the ripple effects of their parents’ choices. Raised in households where parents engage in heated arguments replete with expletives, children inadvertently absorb this toxicity. However, the responsibility of personal growth and distinguishing right from wrong lies within each young heart. Despite being shaped by parental influence, each individual can discern their own path. A wise adage my wife shared echoes this sentiment: “God gave you a brain, use it.” Even in youth, one possesses a functional mind that can define their character to the world—an individual of refinement, devoid of vulgarity. Foul language only serves to detract from the intelligence one exudes.

Understanding that children with dirty mouths often mimic their parents’ language should not surprise us. This phenomenon stems from parental carelessness—failing to recognize the impact their words can have on impressionable minds. Additionally, some children possess a natural curiosity, unaware of the distinction between adult and inappropriate conversations.


A poignant aspect of this scenario involves children inadvertently repeating the undesirable language they overhear. Consider three examples of young minds with big ears and potty mouths, parroting learned obscenities. A precocious nephew, at the age of two, astounded everyone by reading and echoing television dialogue. A conversation took an unexpected turn when he sternly questioned my intentions, employing a profanity he had picked up. Similarly, a daughter of my brother, along with a neighbor’s son, engaged in a heated exchange of obscenities at just six years old. The absence of guidance led them to employ language they didn’t comprehend fully.

A child’s brain functions like a sponge, absorbing both the pure and the profane. A vivid memory surfaces from assisting a friend in his basement while his children bickered above. The language they employed, reminiscent of alley cats, exposed them to unsuitable dialogue. Neither my friend nor my brother anticipated the keenness of their children’s ears. Hence, fostering good parenting necessitates understanding that children observe and learn not only from wholesome words but also from their parents’ lapses.

In order to guide parents along their journey, children hold a unique power—the power to reflect their parents’ behavior. By addressing parental shortcomings and strengths, children catalyze personal growth. When parents express profanities, commendable behaviors, or kind words, children have an invaluable opportunity to communicate, “I am learning from you; I aspire to emulate you.” This process begins early, as a ten-year-old boy adeptly operates a cash register in a bustling grocery store, independent of his father’s aid. This is the essence of rapid maturity—discerning right from wrong, avoiding profanity, and recognizing that growing up is a constant endeavor. Exceptional instances, such as the story of Jasoul, further underscore this notion. A poised eight-year-old, she effortlessly engages in adult conversations, indicating early mastery of comportment and conversation. This is a testament to not only her upbringing but also her determination to embody positivity. Her story is a testament to the exceptional potential children harbor, shaped by their environment and innate resolve.

Ultimately, the journey to personal growth is fueled by the desire to emulate positive role models, address negative influences, and embrace the unwavering commitment to moral conduct. A future resounding with “I am going to be just like you” hinges on the pursuit of growth, resilience, and the power of choice. This, in turn, shapes not just the individual, but also the generations to come.

P.S.
The Book will be high Gloss hard Cover with plenty of my Best Photos.

Life, Motivation

It doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter

When I worked in Construction we had a saying about dealing with the hard work. ” It’s all mind over Matter, If you’ve got no mind, it don’t matter. That my friend is the Motivation for this Blog, having a mind of your own and not following the mass. When I was fourteen years old, while doing the Laundry Mother found a big Bag of Marijuana in my pocket. Being the most Diplomatic person, she said nothing of her find for Days. Then one day she asked me how do I want to live my life. ” Do you want to be a Shepherd or a Sheep?” She continued, I found your Weed and I flushed it down the toilet. Is this what you want to do? I snapped, everybody smoke Weed, which was true in the sixties. Knowing that I was in the wrong, I kept quiet and listened to the rest of the chastising. She continued, ” If everyone jumped off the George Washington Bridge, are you going to jump also. That was my first Lesson about Individuality. Being your own Man. Mother was a hard working single Mom. She was a progressive Blue Collar worker, she worked in a Professional Kitchen before many women, when the Industry was Male dominated. Seventy years before Julia Child and Pioneer Woman.

Years earlier we were Dirt Poor, because of her Health she could not maintain a job. There was a time when my Brother and I had two sets of Clothing, one on our backs, the other in the wash. That’s how she kept us looking pristine in Parochial School. Everyone thought we came from a well to do Family. If there was a hole in our Khaki pants, she would patch the hole and they would become clothes to play in. Back in the day, Clarence Carter had a song called Patches, the Song was about growing up Dirt Poor. As a result of being so Damned poor in earlier years. Three months from my fifteenth Birthday, I got my first job, packing Groceries for Associated Supermarket. From there on I was never out of work, Poverty scares me. I worked all through High School and brought Money home to support the Household. Everyone in the School thought that I was a Drug Dealer because of the way I Dressed. Since H.S. Fashion has been a big part of my Persona.

Sometimes I think that the years of not having Clothes is the reason. The only Books other than Textbooks I read was G.Q. and anything dealing with Fashion and Social Grooming. I was so fashionable inclined, my Graduation Gift to the Class was a Fashion Show that Orchestrated. I staged it and Modeled some Clothes that I Designed and fabricated. My gift with a Needle and Thread came from my mother and my Cousin who she helped in training her to be a great Seamstress and Designer who made Clothes for Jackie O. and other famous people.

The Fashion Show was a Smash, we invited Smokie Robinson and he showed up and performed on our Stage. That Shindig was the biggest party that I ever threw in my entire life. Many of the people in the Show went on to study at the Fashion Institute Technology, So I ask you? Is there anyone else who is more capable of being Critical of Today’s Fashion? Wearing your Pants showing your Ass-Crack, Holes in your Jeans and Leggings showing all your goodies is Lame. Some Dumb-ass Fashion Designer who Went to The Fashion Institute who have never been Poor decides to make fun of Poverty with tattered Jeans and the world of Sheep makes him Rich. Wearing Clothes with Holes in them, is making fun of Poverty. Wearing your Pants below your Ass crack is a Fashion that was Started in Prisons by Cellblock Whores, advertising their availability. Leggings is supposed to be an understatement. Once again, it’s all Mind over Matter, If you’ve got no Mind, it don’t matter. Be a Shepherd, not a Sheep. I can not end this Blog without addressing another disgusting trend, putting your kids in the same Shopping Cart where I put my Food is nasty. Sanitary practices are more important than lame Fashion trends. I have not posted in a long time, I have been busy with restructuring my Book and relocating to South Carolina. Those who follow my Blogs knows that I like to speak my mind and keep it short and sweet, Fin.

P.S.
We are not looking for Tuna that taste good, we are looking for Fashion with good taste.