Childhood

“Did you even have a childhood?!”

Yes… actually I did. A couple weeks have gone by before I can even give a good description of what it used to be.

I used to color. I used to spend hours coloring different pages with various characters and wonderful sceneries. They would be so happy and full of life once there was color in the character’s tummies and faces.

And I would run. I loved playing tag and never sat still always wanting to chase or be chased. So much excited all the time, especially when there where bicycles involved.

Every kid should have a childhood.

The World Deserves to Have Writers with a Passion and Readers with Curiosity

The NEWS industry is going down in flames. But not because of lack writers, editors, researchers or funding. It is because of lack of Curious READERS. Readers who care to take the time to understand and digest the world around. The real world. Not social media, not pop-culture, not Reality TV, not YOUR-30-Mile-Radius-World.   I leave you with a GREAT description of what true news is.

I started in this business because this is what I wanted to do. I knew I wasn’t going to write the Great American Novel, but I also knew there was more to life than buying something for a dollar and selling it for two.  I wanted to give the news to the world, and I wanted to give it unvarnished… Reporting the news is a privilege and a responsibility and it is not exploitable.
– WilliamParrish, Meet Joe Black, 1998

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Watch Collapse the movie

I just finished watching the movie “Collapse.” Incredibly insightful. It’s amazing what you find when you put the dots together. Everything is in oil. Everything. There has to be a way to decrease our dependacy and begin creating our food locally. Yes, locally. Why? Because all most all food is shipped. That takes transportation, which uses oil to fuel.

Thank you for continuing to speak up Michael.

http://www.collapsemovie.com/

Write. Write everyday.

I have this rare but honorable privilege to be told personal stories from different people all over the world. They share these amazing stories. Some may be amazing because they are filled with joy and laughter; others because I can’t believe this sad story is real. Regardless, I am committing myself today to write one paragraph each day. One story written down in paper so that it may not be forgotten. So that great times could be shared and injustices not ignored. If you would like to share with me, I’m hear to listen.

What’s the end goal? To publish and leave a legacy. That each person never be forgotten.

Retail Has Humbled Me

You can go to two different eating establishments in the same block and each one will have a different policy on whether or not an employee can tell you, “Excuse me; we’re closed.”

Knowing that I had a coffee meeting at 8 P.M., I called ahead to P coffee place and asked what time they would closed tonight. 9 P.M. Sounded reasonable. One hour and twenty-one minutes into the conversation, and I notice an employee starting to mop. I keep that in the back of my mine. As she gets closer towards my area, I ask “Excuse me, what time to you close?” “9.” Looking down at my phone, “Oh, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” My coffee friend and I exit and look for another open location to continue our conversation. We find a fast food establishment just a couple feet away. We walk in and order at W fast food.

We are asked to stay on one side of the place, the area that has been cleaned. We have approximately thirty minutes before they close and we take advantage of it but quickly reengaging in our conversation. So much so that we again, don’t notice time and now we have over stayed by seventeen minutes. “Excuse, the dine in area is now closed.” “Oh, we’ll thank you anyway. Don’t worry, we work retail, we completely understand.”

And it is in that last sentence that I see how my paradigm, my frame of reference through which I view the world, has changed from three years ago. Before, I would have been insulted. How dare they kick me out, I’m a paying customer. How dare they interrupt my conversation and time.

Now, I can see it from [retail/food service] perspective. How dare overstay their time, I service them with a strong work ethic. How dare they hold me back on my closing duties, affect my payroll and keep me from my tasks.

And it is only after working retail that I realize: Wow. You have to have patience when you want to go home but you can’t tell someone to leave. My respects to all that or currently work in any kind of serving role. And if you have never experienced this, I encourage you to make it a goal; wether through a part-time/seasonal paid or volunteer position.