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Losing you hurt

Posted: February 28, 2017 in Uncategorized
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WE take life for granted. We are only giving one shot at life and we take it for granted. We think that we will stay healthy forever, when we wont. The truth is that we hold back in life and we are stupid for doing so. Life is a hour glass where each second is another grain falling through the glass.
We settle in life, hoping that one day everything will come together. “One day, I will go back to school, but not now” We put our dreams to the side because it would be too uncomfortable to actually do something different. So instead, we will stay at that same job, the one that we hate so much, because we don’t think that we will ever be good enough for the job that we want. It could be from fear or maybe from laziness, either way, we are just wasting our precious time on this earth. Someday, you will wake up and you will be old. You will see that your whole life was wasted because you feared to do anything different. Those dreams that you had will be just that, DREAMS! You’ll want to go back in time and change those decisions, but it will be to late. Genies don’t exist. You can’t just wish back those years that you wasted, but instead, you get to look back and see everything that you gave up.
I watched as a mans life was taking from him. He was the nicest guy you would ever want to know. He always walked around with a smile, never upset about his life. Then, out of no where, he was taking from us. He had a history of heart problems, which is what caused him to die, but he still had a lot of time left (in the eyes of years.) He didn’t know that today was going to be his last day. He got up like he usually does. He went to work and clocked in. He was coming back from the bathroom. He stopped to sit in my store, but he wasn’t able to take the seat. Instead, he had a heart attack and fell to the ground. I didn’t know what to do. I called the emergency line and got someone there as soon as possible. When they got there, his face was purple. He was lifeless, but they went to work, hoping that they could bring him back. He had a heart rhythm when he left, but he didn’t make it.
Today taught me a lot. He still had years left to live, but he wasn’t able to take advantage of those years. This should wake us up to see that we aren’t indestructible, we could die at any time. I watched this young kid (when I was young) fight for his life at 10 years old. He also didn’t survive. He was 10-years-old and had his life taken from him. He had a bright future in whatever he decided to do, but he wasn’t giving the shot.
Stop! Stop holding back from living your life. If you want that damn job, bust your ass to get that job. If you want to go back to school, then go back to school. Don’t tell yourself that you will go back soon. You might not have that much time left. You are cheating yourself from the happiness that you deserve. So, take a damn stand. Tell yourself that you are going to succeed, then go out there and actually make a damn move. You were called for a purpose, it is your responsibility to fullfill that purpose, because life could end any day. Don’t be too scared to make moves today, where you miss out on living tomorrow.

Dear Ben,
You inspired me to live a happy life. You were someone that had lost everything, but you still stood strong and kept a big smile on your face. I will miss not seeing you, everyday, in my store. See, you were someone that I would wait to see. You came in and we would discuss history as you waited for your food. You always had a new book, most of them I didn’t know about, but you kept me interested in the topic. I was never a history fan, but I could see that you were really passionate about it. I didn’t know what you were talking about, but I couldn’t stop you from talking, nor did I want to. I will miss our talks, but know that you inspired me to live a happy life. Even after you lost your house, you still kept that big grin on your face. Thank you for your lessons. I will never forget you!! Rest in peace!

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This Blog is dedicated to Ben!

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I could write the best article, bringing tears to everyone’s eyes, but it wouldn’t sell as well as an article about sex. Now, after posting the heart wrenching, make you feel better post, I could turn around and post a blog about a girl in a bikini. That post would be one of my biggest hits, without a doubt. It has been working for Hardee’s..Just saying! 

   My most viewed post is my write-up on 878 (a local rap group.) I spent hours on that post between editing and rewriting. The hours that I spent on that post are well spent, but would absolutely mean nothing if I were to post a post about sex the next few days.The post about new sex positions or the hottest “babe” in a bikini would blow 878 out of the market. All of this is because of one thing; sex sells! 

    Sex isn’t the only thing that sells though. If you add anything controversial you are looking for views. This generation’s full of children that love drama, bringing them to blogs that cover PewDiePie being a racist, or Miley’s most recent breakdown. If you don’t believe me, then let’s take a look. We don’t know how many people Dr. Phil have helped. We don’t talk about how he has helped marriages, households, and many others. But, Danielle comes on the show, makes a fool of herself and then becomes viral in a day. The story of a gangster went viral, but all the other stories (he is a part of) didn’t. PewDiePie or Felix has made the same jokes for years, yet now he is being targeted now? 

   Media outlets don’t have the same juicy stories they use to sell, so now they run after anything that could sell. They throw a huge headline on it and let everyone else take it from there. They don’t have to cover the real story, because people just want the dramatized version. 

    We know that drama and Sex sell. It has for years. I am okay with that, because that’s how this world is. What really grinds my gears is that the media is attacking artist because they are scared that they will be rundown by them, expecially when they get bigger. But, how do I know this? Let’s see something. I’ll post a hot girl as the cover and I bet it will do way better than the blog “let us be your mirror.” I’ll see you tomorrow. 

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    Driving a lot means that you need something to do while looking out the window. I find that listening to music makes that stare much easier. The one problem that I have been facing is that I have limited Cds and I have listened to all of them at least two bazillion times. Still needing my joyful noise, I decided to turn on the radio. I am a country fan, but those stations only play the same five songs per 45 minutes, which means that I got bored really quickly. I scanned through the channels, hoping to find something new. I quickly stumbled upon this song. This song had a great beat, but that isnt what drew me to it. The message behind the great beat held my heart for the whole three minutes. If you have heard “Scars to your beautiful by: Alessia Cara” Then you know what I am talking about. The song is perfect for those fighting within to stay about their appearance.

“She just wants to be beautiful, she goes unnoticed, she knows no limits, she craves attention, she praises an image she prays to be.”

These are the first lyrics to the song. How could you start off a song any better? But then she goes on.

“Oh, she don’t see the light that’s shining, deeper than the eyes can find it, Maybe we have made her blind, so she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away, Cause cover girls don’t cry after their face is made.”

We live in a world full of girls and guys that are told they’re ugly. They are told that they will never amount to anything. They will be told that they must be certain way if they ever want to achieve their goals. Because of the world telling these amazing people that they are nothing, they forget that they are bright as the stars and will no longer shine. The grow dim, shutting off to the world and will let the world began to mold them into something that they are not. Broken inside they will cover up behind a smile, because deep inside they believe they are nothing without all the make-up.

Alessia goes into the chorus to say:

This world is a dark place. The people will never accept you, because they will always find something that is wrong, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t shine. You are the person that you are suppose to be and that shouldn’t change because of someone’s words. Instead, you should stand up against them, say screw changing yourself and change their hearts.

There are girls and guys out there starving themselves because of models. These people say that its okay to starve, that they can handle the pain. They want to do everything in their power to be accepted, so they will starve themselves until they begin to fade away. What these people don’t understand is that they are perfect. These people that are hurting were worth our attention before they began to starve themselves.

What can we do though?

We can be the ones that help them. She was told by another girl that she isnt pretty, so tell her that she is pretty. He was told, by another boy that he is too girl, so tell him he is great the way he is. She is being made fun of because she is 400 pounds, so step in and tell them to lay off. Grab her bags and help her. He is being made fun of because he smells, so buy him some deodorant. Simple things can help people overcome a lot. You don’t have to have superpowers to be someone’s hero, just be you.
If you are someone that is fighting with your self-image, remember that you are beautiful. No one can take the place of you, because only you are the perfect you. No one else can smile like you, laugh like you or love like you. Your life is beautiful even with scars. You are bright as the stars when you smile, so keep your head up. You’re not alone, we are in this together. Stop chasing after something that you’re not, because you are perfect just the way you are. 

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​There was an old story that was going to be something. I wrote 5 chapters before scrapping the project. Now, after years, I am going to show you guys the first chapter. Sorry about the spacing.. 

The pastor stands there holding his bible. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a red tie, that has a little button on the tip that says “Forgiven.” Indicating that anything that passes this world into paradise must first be forgiven by something bigger than ourselves.

“We are gathered here today to remember the life of Theordore Ramsey. Though he lived a short life, the length of time he had here affected many.” I could hear the agonizing cries from all of my friends and family, it is breaking my heart to hear the sound, but I cant do anything, which has to be the worse part!

“And though we don’t know why God took our young man, we have to believe that he has a purpose.” Ah that’s not right pastor, don’t tell them that, don’t make them question what purpose God has for my death. Telling them that will make them hate God even more! Be Sensitive to them!

I cant hear the pastor anymore? I guess that means he is done talking? I sure hope so, his speech was okay, but overall he needs help! There is no reason that I should be crying at my funeral, well besides the fact that I am dead. Other than that, I should not be crying, but with this pastor, I was bawling the whole time that he was speaking.

I thought they were about to put the roses on my coffin and seal me in the ground, but then I heard her voice, her sweet soft voice. The voice I fell in love with, the voice I would wake up to every morning. The voice I would hear screaming at me when I would make her made, even then it was beautiful. Her voice is voice that I will miss the most once I am six feet under. I hope I don’t forget that sound. I hope that every second I am in this coffin, I hear her voice.

She begins to talk about how we spent our life together, the best parts and she even talked about some of the rough parts. But there was one part of her speech that really touched me, it was the night before we split, it was a week before our wedding. Emotions were high, stress even higher, so I decided that I wanted to go watch the sunset, and get her home before ten like the old days. It went like this:   

It is 8 o’clock P.M. Central timing, if you were trying to imagine how dark it is at this point, it isn’t that dark, the sun is just pearing over the horizon. Usually the sun goes down by now, but for some reason it has decided that it wasn’t ready to leave its resting place for the night.

 I wish at this point that we could pause time and cherish the time that we have together, I never once took it for granted, but I never truly was appreciative for it. So maybe I did take it for granted.

We were lying on a blanket, luckly it was a nice night in Illinois, since the rest of the week after that was a complete mess, I believe that there was even snow in July? I hate weather inIllinois, it was more bipolar than my in-laws. I liked my in-laws, as much as I like kittens. They are nice from a distance, but when they get close, all they do is bite.

Anyways, we were lying on the blanket, I supported a pair of kaki shorts, where she wore her jean mini-skirt, I couldn’t keep my mind off her legs, making it harder for me to wait that week for our wedding, I just had to tell her that I wanted to wait. I believed waiting was the best option for our marriage. If something would have happened to us, and she wouldn’t of been whole for her husband, as she wanted to be, I would of felt horrible. So waiting it was. She just didn’t make it easy on me!

“I am getting a little chilly.” I wrapped her in my arms to help her body warm up, she enjoyed the feeling, as did I. We talked about the wedding the whole night, talking about the objects we still needed to buy and what we still needed to do for the special day. Which wasn’t much, we only had a few things left to do being: Paying the pastor and booking a hotel for our honeymoon. Overall we have all this wedding paid for, even though we didn’t decide to plan until six months before, because we are smart!

We are getting to the point in this memory where I cant remember all the details, even if I did it would be hard to explain, but I will try my hardest to give you all the correct descriptions!

We decided that at 9:30 we were going home, well it got to that time and we packed up the car with the blankets from her mother’s room. I wanted to drive 20 mph the whole way there, because after tonight the only time we were going to talk is if we had a question about the wedding. We wanted to build tension between each other to make it more exciting on our big day.

I dropped her off at her house, she gave me a long passionate kiss that I embraced happily knowing it was going to be my last one for a week. I went in for another one before she exited the car, but she smirked, and told me I had to wait. The torture was enforced, as she wanted me to cry on the inside, she wanted me to feel pain, for telling her she had to wait to have kids. She wanted me to regret my decision, and I was for sure.

I watched her as she walked into her house, it was late so she asked me to not go up to the door, as I said before in-laws are jerks, so I had to watch her from a distance. She turned around and gave me a blow-kiss. I returned the favor and drove off. 

 It was 1 A.m. when she got the call, telling her to get to the hospital. The doctor told her that I was in extreme condition and that I will not make it through the night. I then heard a loud scream, and crying, before blacking out.


Getting back to normal. 

Posted: February 8, 2017 in Uncategorized

I have been working hard and tiring shifts. Last week I worked 70 hours. This week I am working close to 60. I have been battling to get everything done which has left this to sit. I was looking at the page, last night and saw that I have posted so inconsistent for a few weeks. I could see days and days of gaps, where I didn’t post at all. I want to say sorry. You guys are so awesome and I treat you like poop. 

I am getting my stuff ready to come back strong in February. I will be starting a few little projects and will work on getting my Facebook page going. It is just a rough time, which you guys probably understand. January sucks…That’s fo’sho. Luckily it came and went. Now, we can focus and getting back to normal

 Also, I will be adding a new manager to my Facebook page, soon. He is great at bringing in the crowds, so give him a little love. Love you guys, more to come.