They say” Time heals all wounds.” I say, ” The wounded may heal thus lessening the pain caused by the wounds, but overtime scars form where the wounds use to be. Scars are the reminders of the pain caused by the people who created the wounds. Time may heal the wounded, but scars last forever. The wounds we create have lasting consequences and are a reminder of the void of compassion.
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Dear readers, I am thankful for discovering the true meaning of service to others. In a world that is designed to pull people down; I am learning to show compassion towards those who are crying out in the wilderness.The day may start with others looking down on the less fortunate.But I hope that the day can end with me meeting people where they are and helping to bring them up to where they want to be. For this I am deeply grateful.
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I’ve with stood many years of towing the line so to speak. I worked my way through college with this grand idea that a college education would net me a job, not a career path, but a job paying me loads of money. Great dream if we lived in a perfect world. My life didn’t turn out the way that I had planned. For years, I toiled trying to climb up the “ladder” of success. I arrived to work early, stayed late, came in on my day off, and performed tasks that no one would do because they said, “its wasn’t within their job description.” Time and time again I didn’t get the promotion that I worked to obtain. When I questioned those, in position to help me to upgrade my position, I was told that I didn’t meet the education or experience requirement. Nonetheless, I pushed harder to be noticed with no success. I spent years being angry because I felt that “they “won’t give me a chance, “they “were holding me back, “they “were evil…. the thoughts in my head went on and on and on. The road to finding my true purpose began two years ago with a simple Valentine’s Day Facebook posting, that led to my first blog. With each post, something amazing started happening I found my voice. Not my speaking voice, the voice of my pen. While on a two-year journey, of rediscovery It turns out that my calling is to become an English professor, playwright, author, mentor and motivational speaker. I am amazed, and at times speechless. I wrote an award-winning play, a first-time author, and on the career path to becoming a college professor. A few years before these changes happened I felt hopeless, and too old to reinvent myself. Now, I face each day with the happiness of knowing that I have more than a job or career, I have purpose. Thank you for listening.
I shall never be weary of saying how thankful I am for the daily blessings of life. When I find myself thinking about the things I don’t have; I take a deep breath look around me and bring my awareness back to the reality that my life is WONDERFUL.
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Think about this. That very person or persons that you”v been through thick and thin, birthdays, weddings, babies, death, laughter, borrowed the car, slept in their house, deep connection with family. But, there will be one occasion that the so-called FRIEND will show you that you were just a means to an end. This is a painful lesson.
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I am deeply humbled by the simplicity of this wonderful day. Each day I experience what it means to “live in the moment.” Not worrying or planning for the next hour, day or week. Allowing myself to enjoy the moment of peace, pleasure, laughter, and even tears. It is in that moment that I feel peaceful, happy, and unburdened by the struggles of life.
Do not get lost in the dark, but be a light to others so that they may find their way through us. ~ Brenda Marshall
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There are many misconceptions that are vocalized about black men, some of these myths come directly from black people themselves. We are told that black men don’t take care of their children, are drug dealers, and thugs. They lack ambition, cheap, financially bankrupt, don’t love sistahs, dishonest, thieves, murders, uneducated, loser, and project rats. They are on the down low, cheaters, and are still slaves to the white man. What say you about these educated, well read, self-motived, demonstrating proper etiquette young black men? I happened upon them looking through the carts of free books at BMCC. No one bribed them or promised them a reward for expanding their knowledge by reading. Take a good look at these black men. They are the next generation of Doctors, Layers, Scientist, Congressmen, Mayor, Governor, Educators, and Business men. Before lumping all black men in a barrel take a good look around, you might be amazed at what you see. I was.
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