Life

I will always be there

 


You are young and in school, you meet  mr right, your heart tells you so. Things get hot and heavy,  bam you are pregnant, you marry him all is well and good, it’s the logical thing to do.  Baby is thriving well, it’s time to go go back to school. One Day you tell him of your intentions of going back to School. His male dominance surfaces, I would prefer if you stayed home he utters. I will always be here to provide for the family. Magnanimous gesture for sure, nonetheless finishing your education is as tangible as an insurance policy. Matter of fact more so if his testicles leads him from you. I have been married for thirty seven years, never once unfaithful, had many opportunities though I stayed the course. Whenever one of my friends got busted in their extra curricular activities, all I hear from her is, Men are Dogs.



I say to myself, not necessarily so they just think with their Testicles. A childhood friend of mine with a beautiful loving wife, taught that he  was too much for one woman. He had a woman in just about every State, he was away from Home more than a Traveling Salesman. The grief he caused this Woman, also a friend of mine made me despised him, her mother cared for me like a son. I had no choice  but to distance myself from him. I hope you are following my drift. Not all men is led by their Joystick. I stayed true to my wife and have no regrets for not being a Dog. There are so many contingencies why he may not be there for the long haul other than being unfaithful, it is of the utmost for you to be able to provide for yourself if the day comes. Not only that but two Incomes takes the Stress out of paying the Bills and living largely . Also the Days of the Wife staying Home and making Babies is long gone. Another friend of mine had a good marriage and a nice family, his wife however was an overbearing woman who taught her job was to mold him into the perfect Husband, always correcting and criticizing. One day he packed an overnight bag, telling her that he was working on a project that had to get done. No one have ever seen him again, nothing in this life is guaranteed.

 



Early in my Marriage I once told my wife that she was driving me crazy. Her response, it’s a wife’s job, to some Men that’s reason to run. No one knows what the future holds for us, that’s why you need to cushion yourself for whatever life throws at you. Janice was  sixteen years old when she hooked up with an older Man with plenty of money, by twenty she had three children for him. He told her there was no need to finish her education and no need to further her ambition of becoming a nurse, because he made enough money and would always be there. Ten years later he was convicted of murder never to walk the streets again. She was now twenty six with three children to feed, no education and no skills entering the workforce for the first time. All that I am saying is, don’t get caught up in the Honey Trap when everything is so sweet and cushy that you are unable to be objective and pragmatic about the rest of your Life. Don’t forget that Momma may have, Pops may have, Husband may have, Boyfriend may have but God bless the Girl that’s got her own. I once knew a Man who was married for twenty five years, he told me that he had fifty thousand dollars that his wife knew nothing about. I asked him why, he responded that it was his runaway Money if the day comes.

 

 

Anyone can wake up with their Running Shoes on a Sunday morning. Like No Doubt puts it, you came up with the Breeze ( running out on a Relationship) without a warning. Life is filled with uncertainties especially in Relationships, don’t put all your Eggs in one Basket, sleep with one Eye open. You might not get a restful Night’s sleep but there will be no surprises. Many Men are intimidated by a Professional Women or an independent one. The Old Days were Brutal, when I was fourteen I lived next door to a Man who didn’t allow his Wife to spend Money. She was a Seamstress with good Skills, every Penny she made was handed over to him, whatever the Household needed he did all the spending. This Scenario parallels a Woman doing the same Job as a Man and getting paid less for doing a better Job, As you can see History repeating itself. I was only fourteen but I knew that there was something Deathly wrong with this situation, it was like a Scenario extracted from Oliver Twist, mean and Dominating. Worse of all he had four Daughters who were getting a bad Education of what a Relationship should be. One of the Daughters married the Man who had a Woman in every State, how Paradoxical Life can be. Life is like reaching in a Grab Bag, you never know what you are going to get, and that is your reason for being self supporting.

Life, Motivation

Reading Is Fundamental

In the fourth Grade I wrote my first Essay titled what I did on my Summer Vacation. It was an absolute disaster chock full of incomplete Sentences. The most memorable one was a Sentence telling how one of my Uncles gave me money. It read he me Money, when I read it to the Class they broke out in a Thunderous laugh when I got to the part that read he me Money. For the longest time my Classmates called me he me Money. That was my Motivation to learn to Read and write. Whenever something was taught in Class that I didn’t fully grasp, I would go Home and study it until I fully understood it. Pretty much the way an Actor studied his Lines. From then on I was never frustrated with learning. It was that early in life that I learned that if you applied yourself you can do anything.

In High School I was comfortable enough with my Reading Skills that I added English Literature to my Curriculum. Though I struggled with Shakespeare and Dickens I didn’t drop the Course. Taking that Class was one of the high points in my Life I learned many reading Skills including how to Exercise my Figurative Mind. The greatest reading skill I acquired was to figure out what the Author isn’t saying, but allowing you to figure it out. My Teacher picked on me daily to explain what the Author isn’t saying. At first I taught the question to be silly, you would think that what is written is so. Then I remembered Einstein’s Words ” The Intuitive Mind is a Sacred Gift and the Rational Mind is a Faithful Servant, we have created a Society that Honors the Servant and forgotten the Gift. Figuring out unspoken Words is a Gift, because the World takes things at Face Value and so creates People with Sheepish Mentality. “Blind Belief in Authority is the Greatest Enemy of Truth” ( Albert Einstein). Just about everything that has been written have been taken out of Context. Personally I do not write in innuendos I leave nothing to the Imagination, that is how things become misconstrued. Anyway we are not talking about Writing the subject is Reading, this is the Motivation for this Blog. Mother was Big on Education, I believe that she was twelve or thirteen when her Parents took her out of School.

Her Parents had twelve Children and needed her help Nursemaiding them. Even though she couldn’t refuse her Parents request for help raising their indiscretions, she knew that Reading was Fundamental. Over the years she Educated herself by teaching herself to Read. She started with the Hardest Book written, The Bible, if you can Comprehend Whereforth Whence and Cometh, If you can Comprehend that a Man can Sin seventy seven times seven and still be Forgiven you have it licked, Shakespeare can’t touch the Bible, even though the Language parallels. Many years ago I noticed Highway Signs with letters and Symbols telling what you would find at the next Exit. I was totally puzzled why would you write Food, then next to it you would put a Plate and utensils. Then I learned that the Symbols were for People who didn’t read English, or Read period.

My Mother was Born 1916, back then Reading wasn’t fundamental, hard work was. However she knew that in the twentieth Century Education meant Progress, I believe that during my Party Days if I had told her that I was dropping out of High School she would have thrown me out of her House.

Looking back on her Life I understand why I am one of the greatest DIY Person ever. Like her teaching herself to Read,  I Thought myself through Reading how to fix anything from an Automobile to a Computer and everything in between, Washer and Dryer including, I can Gut a House and install everything new, Electrical, Plumbing, Furnace and Water Heater including. All that from reading just about everything written on how to fix it yourself, all because I remember one of my Teacher telling us that you should never stop Learning even when you are finished with School. The reason she gave was that your Brain turned to Mush when not Nourished. Einstein puts it best” Wisdom is not the Product of Schooling, but the Lifelong attempt to Acuire it”.

My latest Project is Teaching myself to Write,  reading  Books on how to write Blogs was Fundamental for me, I also read the Greatest Book written about Parenting. Parenting through Love and Logic, it changed my way of thinking about Parenting. Love and Logic teaches that if you had a Child like I was, you either allowed them to burn themselves out, then coming full Circle with Consequences, or allowing them to come full Circle with themselves and their Potential all on their own. That was my Platform for Blogging about Parenting. Now you know why Reading is Fundamental for me, there is nothing like discovering things. So why is People of the Twenty First Century so Video Prone and anti Reading. Yet more Words from Albert, ” I fear the Day that Technology will surpass our Human Interaction. The World will have a Generation of Idiots”. Reading is something that exercises my Figurative Mind and stretching my Imagination like Elastic. I am sure that Einstein would have done a better Job getting the Point across how Fundamental Reading is.

It takes me to the time of The Emperor Menalik, the Travels of Hanibal, to Paphos the place where Aphrodite was born, and as far back as the Paleozoic Era and the survival of the largest Extinction in the History of the World. Why would I not choose Reading over a Video or Video Game, there is no Comparison. There is a Price to pay for everything, Technology changed the Medical Field forever and a Functional People to a Society of Android Babies. Occasionally one should put down the Android and pick up a Book. Those who read my Blogs knows that I like to keep it short and to the point, I don’t like to waste Pages on much ado about nothing.

I taught this Blog was finished then I remembered two Women with  opposite Mentality. 2017 while working in the Resort Industry I met a Woman from Mexico working in Housekeeping . she was in her late forties living and working in the U.S. for over thirty years, yet she never took the time to go to Night School and learned to Read, neither Spanish nor English. I was Livid that someone could live in the Twenty First Century and was Illiterate, even in her own Language. Two years later I met Jane, an Educated Venezuelaian who came to this country because she couldn’t find work in her Country. When we met she explained that her English was keeping her back so she was working and going to School to learn English. I explained to her that I took Spanish in High School for four years. We agreed to sharpen both our handling of the two Languages, I would speak to her in Spanish and she would speak to me in English so we would correct each others Grammar. The difference in both Women was that one was Complacent with her Illiteracy and the other was Educated but wanted to Learn more to better herself. My Hat is  off to the latter. In conclusion I would like to Reiterate, a Mind is a terrible thing to waste. Last Words belong to Einstein ” The Measure of Intelligence is the ability to change”.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Blind Justice

 


Our Prisons are overcrowded with people serving time for what could be considered nuisance crimes, failure to pay child support, Dui, possession of a controlled substance, possession of a small amount with intent to distribute, shoplifting, petty theft, and so on . Such prisoners instead of being fined and on probation are taking up precious space for hard core offenders who needs to be off the streets. Career Criminals buy their freedom all the time with Criminal lawyers who knows how to work the system. The big disgrace is, the failure of the System to protect defenceless Children from their whacked out parents and the child welfare system nationwide. Every day you read about some poor Child dying in the care of unfit parents. People who should not even be entrusted with the care of Dogs and Cats, yet the child welfare agencies go to these homes and leave Children in visible danger in a House of Horror, to return and find the innocent and defenseless Corpse of one more case that they bungled.






And the beat goes on. It was sweltering in the bedroom of the Largo Fl. Mobile Home the day a child welfare case manager visited in July. Yet she left 8-month old William Hendrickson IV there with no air-conditioning and in the care of an erratic father, who had been refusing to take his (medication) noticed the word not medicine . Hello, ding dong, is anyone out there paying attention. A Mobile Home without AC is an Oven , a Nut that doesn’t take his medication is a time Bomb, if he can’t take care of himself how is going to care for an Infant. Yet the agency failed to take action. 

 

There was still time to save the child when a call was made to the Florida Abuse Hotline later that day. However the Hotline operator mistakenly marked the call as a non-priority case. It wasn’t until the next morning that child protective investigators arrived. By then the infant was not breathing and his two year old sister was severely dehydrated. I once heard a man say that Education makes fools out of people without common sense. Many who holds these Jobs have a Degree in Social Science. A State investigation into the death of the infant found multiple failures on the part of the child welfare system that left the boy in a Room where Police investigating the death recorded temperatures of 109 degrees.







Are these people mentally deficient leaving an eight months old infant in that Oven, do they have Children, do they have a conscience, do they believe in God or the almighty Dollar. Holding a Job like that just to make a Buck is downright scary, dangerous and criminal. Investigators found the case manager who visited the home one day before the child’s death failed to take needed actions. The abuse hotline operator failed to code an abuse report as immediate which would have sent investigators to the home within four hours. Why four hours, this was a 911 situation, other 911 calls are handled with immediacy aren’t  helpless infants in a situation like this a priority. 

 The case manager and her supervisor failed on several occasions to escalate the case to the State Attorney’s Office when it was clear their safety plan had broken down out of fear of embarrassment and callousness. The two children had been under the watch of a case manager since January, as a result of ongoing  Drug use and domestic violence between the parents. In an effort to keep the family together, the couple were receiving in home services to improve their parenting skills. That safety plan included random drug testing and three surprise visit a week to the home. You don’t need a PhD to know that the inept Bureaucracy were playing Devil’s advocate with these children’s lives and that they dropped the Ball. All I can say in conclusion is suffer not the little Children for theirs is the kingdom of God.

P.S. anyone can make Babies, not everyone can be Parents, also not everyone should be put in a position of Trust. May God help the unprotected ones.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Stray Cats

Looking out the window into my Backyard I see a regular Visitor, my Neighbor’s Cat. This Cat is a Pure Bred pampered Pet, yet every opportunity he gets he scours the Neighbourhood, and that is what motivated me writing this Blog about how some Children are just like my Neighbor’s Cat. Their Parents give Birth to them and that is the extent of their obligations. They give no supervision and are allowed to run wild, just like stray Cats. When I lived in the Hood called Bronx U.S.A. forty five years ago, it was a learning Experience about Raising Children. They say you only live once, well I have been around the Block and I don’t like what I have seen. I didn’t have to leave my Building, six Stories tall to see a thirteen years old Girl running the Building into the Ground, breaking the Elevator defacing the Walls and being chased by Boys all Day long up and down the Stairs.

I can’t remember ever  seeing her going to School, her Mother did not intercede, she was too busy making more Babies. From the Litter of stray Cats she called her Children , it Appears that Mother has been busy as early as sixteen years old. That’s why the thirteen years old Daughter is the way she is, she is practicing to be  just like Mom. Life on my Block is a Dismal cycle of Recipients, it seems that this is a Circle not to be Broken. Little Brother is only Ten but he is getting a good Education living in the Bowels of Life, watching the many Men he calls uncle showing up at the Door at any given Hour when a working Man Toils. Having to vacate the Apartment so frequently so Momma can Entertain his Uncles. Hanging around the Block he is Learning how the Streets work and how to work the Streets. Now he moves up to more fertile Grounds, the Shopping Malls are easy Pickings.

Working the Parking Lot checking every Vehicle for open Doors is very profitable. Almost fifteen and he can support himself, who needs Mom and all the Uncles. Trading off stuff removed from un-locked Cars for Plastic Baggies will make him Rich before his first day in High School. Anyway who needs School, his Sister apparently don’t which is good enough for him. Besides he can Read the writings that he puts on the many Walls. He is now attracting the attention of the Gang Bangers who control the Block. They are teaching him how to Drive the Cars taken from Lots in the wee Hours of Sunday Mornings. Occasionally he visits Teddy in the Cemetery, Ted was part of the Click who stole Cars and Raced them through City Streets at speeds over 100, only Fifteen.

Teddy Died in a Fiery Crash, playing Tag at 100 M.P.H. five A.M Sunday Morning, did I mention Supervision. In many of my Blogs I am repetitive of the fact that having Children should be a life changing Experience. But then I ask myself how can you tell me how to cook when you can’t Boil an Egg, it is what it is, you were Dragged up so how can you Raise a Child to be a good Citizen who is a Contribution to Society and not a Burden. All stray Cats do is wallow in filth and Garbage and make Babies that they are incapable of Nurturing. I believe that the Bible mentioned Children having Children, the Outcome is Catastrophic. Working in the Justice System I see them everyday, the area where the Folders of Juveniles Delinquents are stored measures ten thousand square feet, on Shelves five feet tall.

There is a War on Drugs but no War on Ignorance and Illiteracy. There is no other explanations for People living in the Bowels of Life, other than the inheritance of Ignorance. The Apple don’t fall far from the Tree. I grew up in the Bronx no One can tell me about Hood Life, when I was seventeen I saw a Mother Pitted her two Children eight and ten years old in a fierce fight. They were both advanced Karate Students, the Girl ten years old was instructed to Discipline her Brother for Disobeying the Mother. The Boy fought his Heart out but he was no Match for the Brown Belt. The only thing she didn’t do was to Kick his Brain out of the Cranium. How is that for creating Hatered among Siblings. That’s another Bronx Tale for you, an unfit Psycho raising two future problems for Society.

It’s no wonder I find it so easy to write Blogs about Parenting, been there done that and seen that. Another horrible experience of Parenting, while sitting at the Kitchen Table having a conversation with a childhood friend, her six years old Son sat next to her. After numerous attempts to get her attention, totally frustrated he hauled off and slapped her Face Red. I wonder if that was from watching his Dad, anyway she lost it, she slapped his Head so many times it was like playing Tennis with two Rackets. That’s not how it’s done, she made no attempt to find the Root Cause and to Cure the Aberration of hitting Women. It was like Cats in the cradle all over again, I wanna be just like you Dad. These Eyes have seen so many bad examples of poor Parenting and Delinquencies that I am Compelled to Recount them.

I have said it over and again, Parenting is the most Difficult Job in the World, if you are not up to the Task you shouldn’t have Children. I was an Abominable Child but my Mother never gave up on me. She was Resolute about not Raising Stray Cats. This problem isn’t Isolated to the U.S in Venezuela they have twelve year old Hitmen, Crime is Rampant Children loose their Lives Daily in Gang Warfare, where are the Parents. I am a Music Buff I listen to all kinds of Music even Rap. A young Mind is like a Sponge, Rap Music has done it’s best to Personify Hood Life, yet there are Merits. Pac said it Best ” Brenda is having a Baby, the Girl can barely spell her Name”. All I can say about this Abomination is, Hail Mary.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Chicken Salad

The System is a Maneating Mechanisms, once you are in it your Life is basically Destroyed. First and foremost you are no longer a private Citizen anymore, they now have All your pertinent Information on a Database, they are just about able to track you like GPS. Secondly once you’ve made it to Prison your Life is shot. Very rarely do the System Rehabilitate any one from their Transgressions, once you are in you become a product of your Environment. Most of the time you leave with a worse Mentality. I once worked for a Chef who learned his Craft in Prison, he also became a Minister while in there. That is like being hit with a Bolt of Lightning twice, his case is beyond Rare. He used to be a Drug Kingpin flooding the Streets of New Jersey with Cocaine. Talking about Born Again, the Bible says no Man is beyond Redemption. “All have Sinned , and come short of the Glory of God” ( Rom.3:23, KJV) I work as a Contract Employee in a Justice System, if I continued my Youthful Life into Adulthood I would not be able to work within the System. My last Residency was in a Community that did a Criminal Background check. With a Misdemeanor I would not have my Job, or live in a Private Community.  Incidentally the Justice System is busier than Wallmart. I was Energized to write this Blog when I found out that the young Man who Randomly killed four People in Seminole Florida reads my Blogs in his Cell.

One of my Motivations for writing Blogs is to reach out to Problematic Kids to let them know that if someone like me can overcome my Minions and turn my Life around anyone can do the same. Also to the Parents of Problematic Children, I would like to Emphasize to you that Communication is your greatest Tool, not shouting and Browbeating. A wise Man once said ” it is easier to raise a Boy than to mend a broken Man. My Philosophy is if there is nothing in the form of Learning and Teaching that you can impart to the next Generation. Then you have not truly Lived, only Existed. If I am not mistaken the youngest Murder was Eight years old and lived in Florida. However because of his Age he wasn’t Arrested and charged. He was released to his Parents Custody and so in my research I could find no mention of it. However I did find information on another youthful Monster.

Lionel Alexander Tate (born January 30, 1987) is the youngest American citizen ever sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. In January 2001, when Tate was 13, he was convicted of first-degree murder for the 1999 battering death of 6-year-old Tiffany Eunick in Broward County, Florida. What brought these two Murderers to my interest is me wanting to warn Bent and Broken Youngsters that The rest of your Life is in your Hands. My Youth ran Parallels with yours, from eight years old to fourteen the only thing I didn’t do was to commit Murder. Though I came very close many times, and once almost an Accidental Suicide, Dismantling Shotgun Shells.

I don’t go to Church every Sunday, although I should be Preaching the Gospel. My Life is the perfect example that People can change and disputes the Theory, as a Twig is bent so shall it grow. My Mother was a Desirable Woman but after being Burned so many times she Shyed away from Men, ” once Bitten twice Shy” she Dedicated herself to Raising her two Sons. All the Graciousness and Piety that she had Acquired she Bestowed it on us, prepping us for a better Life than she had, first and Foremost was to get the Education she was denied. Etiquette, Politeness and Reverence was practiced at the Dinner Table and on the Street. When she Dressed us for School the Teachers thought we were Rich Kids, poorer than a Church Mouse we were. Life delt her a Losing Hand she developed asthma as a Child, the older she got the worse it became. When I was nine Years old she spent more time in the Hospital than at Home I was forced to spend time with Family Members who forgot that she helped in raising them. They had an Aire of Superiority towards us because they made it to College, Education makes fool of those without Common Sense. While Living with the Upper Crust I once went to the Refrigerator with my Hungry self and took a glass of Milk, my older Cousin who was in College took off his Belt three inches wide and whipped me like an Animal calling me a thief. He beat me so badly if I was fourteen when he abused me over a Glass of Milk I would have stuck a knife in him. All my good upbringing and Christian teaching was out the Door, over a Glass of Milk.

That Idiot could not see that I was one step from Starvation. The Asthma kept Mother from working a steady Job, always in the Hospital. When she saw the Welts on me she would have Killed him but the Asthma put great Limitations on her. After that Horrendous Beating my Head was turned around, I became her greatest Challenge. As a result of her poor Health we were on the Fringes of Destitution. All the good that she had done for her Family was forgotten. They treated us like Vagrants, so did the Church Brothers, no one threw us a Crust of Bread. Being a Man-child I couldn’t stand by and watch us Starve. I would Trespass on People’s Land and bring back Food. I decided that If I was going to get Abused for a Glass of Milk I might as well go Big or go Home to Starvation. I became a Sneak Thief, I would Pose as someone willing to help out in the Neighbourhood Stores sweeping up and breaking down Boxes. All the time I had one Eye on the Cash regesters.

I would only remove small Change, so not to be Apprehended. Until one Evening I was caught In a Church Brothers Shoe Repair Shop, only Nine years old that so Called Brother Beat me with a Rope big enough to tie down a Ship. After the Abuse he turned his Back, I saw a huge Ice Pick, I had my Hand on it, my Intenet was to Pierce his Heart, God removed my Hand from it and so he Lived. Can you imagine Committing Murder at Nine years old. That was the Person my Mother had the Job of turning around for the next ten years. Those two Beatings did not Rehabilitate me, they Hardened me. I was only Ten  years old when I followed the Neighbourhood Drug Dealer into the Woods un-noticed to where his Drugs and Cash was Hidden, this was my new Cash Cow.

Again I would only remove small amounts of Cash, we were never Hungry again. I was Mother’s little Man, I never gave her all the Spoils so not to cause Suspicions. I told her the money came from Sweeping up Stores. I was on a Suicide Trip, the Dealer noticed the Missing Cash and Knew he had to make an Example of the Bold One. That year Mother got wind of a job in another Town, we moved out of the Neighbourhood before the Dealer caught up with me, Once again God Interceded. He wasn’t doing all of this for Me, it was her he was Looking out for because she was a Devout Christian, while me being a Deviant. I was no Blessing to Her I was a wannabe Badass, and was I ever. When I was Thirteen I got into a fight with an eighteen years Biker Boy. I chased him to his Door with a fifteen inch Kitchen Knife. That same Night I strung a Clothes Line across the Road when I knew he was coming Home. His Bike crashed and Burned, He wore a Neck brace for nine Months. That was the closest I got to committing Murder. It’s an absolute shame how you can pour all your resources in a Child and they go astray, I was the perfect example. My advice to Juveniles Delinquents is you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life or Chicken Shit, the Choice is yours. I chose the Salad. By the time I got to High School I quit playing Robinhood and never had another fight for the rest of my Life. I was such a Fierce Fighter, it was too easy for me to Commit Murder. At Eighteen the Black Panther Party Recruited me, on the way to be Indoctrinated the Safe House blew up killing two. God has been Good to me. As the Song goes “Save Yourself, cause I can’t even save Myself”.