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When I was in 6th grade, I wrote my first real story. It was a horror story and I was so proud of it, though I can’t remember what it was about. But I was proud! I proud enough to walk over to my teacher and told her that I was going to be a writer, one day. She read it and raised one of her eyebrows. She told me that it was a good start and that I was very creative. This was the beginning of something special. She told me that it was full of run-ons, but that it could be turned into a master piece; and that no matter what I do, to chase my dreams. This is what started this crazy journey. I knew at that moment, that I wanted to be a writer, and I would do anything (in my power) to become one.

I never had anyone put me down for my writing. I remember when I was in 4th grade, we were supposed to write a story, but I couldn’t because my mother didn’t have a stable home for me to write in. I didn’t do the assignment, but the teacher wanted me to read it to the class. She wanted me to read it in front of a class, a story I never wrote! So what was I supposed to do, tell her I didn’t do the assignment? Heck no! I got up, walked to the front of the class and read my story about a vicious bear, tearing through a town of innocent families. I read for 10 minutes, flipping through the pages, until I finished. After the reading, she asked for the pages, I nervously handed them over and went back to my seat. She went on with the class, asking the next student to come forward and share. The bell rang 30 minutes later; I got up and walked to the door to go to lunch. But as I got to the front of the room, my teacher called my name. My chest was burning as I turned around. “Yes, mam?” She was holding my story up, revealing the empty pages. I began to shake, knowing that I failed the assignment. She told me that I should have been honest, but that I had a huge imagination, one that could make a good career one day. She gave me an A on the assignment for the creativity, since she couldn’t tell that I was reading an empty page.

Jump ahead to my senior year of high school. I have multiple WIPs; I have a solid blog and I’m getting more confident with my talents. A guy comments on my blog, telling me that I need to keep writing. I didn’t know that people could read my blog. I didn’t share it anywhere, so it through me off when I got such love. It felt great!  I also had a teacher behind me, pushing me to use my gifts, knowing I could be something.

Now I am a writer. I write daily. I have my days where I don’t want to write, or weeks where I feel I’m not a good enough writer, but I just remember the encouragement, from my past, and I get back to work, creating more content for you guys, knowing that the people in my past would be happy with where I am now! I never stopped following my dream to become a writer, so why would you give up on your dreams?

Stop telling yourself that you aren’t good enough. Stop grabbing your dream then letting it go because you think you don’t have enough grip on it. One day you will wake up and it will be too late to grab it, so grab it now! Don’t be worried about the outcome, but instead, make the outcome! Don’t stop chasing your dream because your legs are tired. Push through the hard times and grab that dang want. You want the dream to come true, don’t you? It’s all within your chest! You are the creator, so create the ending that you want. If you want to be a doctor, then become a doctor. You are the only one that is standing in your way. You can do this. I know you can.

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The warm weather made Christmas feel different. Then the rain brought down the spirit, more. But the worst part of yesterday was that a huge fight broke out. The fight left a few individuals very upset, but that didn’t last long. Our family can never stay mad. The fight was over within hours and there we stood, working things out. 

This brings me to the meaning of Christmas. This was something that I did last year. But I have wanted to do it again. This is because during these times, I feel like we get caught up in the gifts, stress and all the wrong reasons to celebrate. This generation gets caught up with the idea of gifts and their selves that they forget to appreciate the small things. 

I had a whole bunch of great gifts! I got my set of books, a car vacuum, new paints, Puma clothing, and a really awesome laptop! I couldn’t have been happier with the gifts, but that wasn’t the best part of the night. They best part came after the gifts were unwrapped. The best part was spending time with my family.

On Christmas Eve, I found myself hanging with people that I haven’t seen in about 4 years; this being my dad’s side of the family. We had a little get together. At first, I wasn’t able to find enjoyment, but after I laid down my pride I wss able to enjoy myself. This came when I actually started to connect with my family, again. 

This might have been a good time, but the best thing came during the night side of Christmas, after a day of fighting. Everyone came over and joked around. Then my cousins and I decided to try all of the hot sauce that I had previously received that week. We sat around a table and pulled numbers from a cup to decide which hot sauce to try. During this, we all joked around and had a blast. The hot sauce was fantastic and it all showed that you don’t have to receive anything to love the season. 

CHRISTMAS has became about getting the perfect gift. So much zone that we have forgotten that Christmas is about family. Love is suppose to be the center of Christmas. This being said, why do we stress out so much about buying gifts, that only brings anger and hatred. CHRISTMAS is suppose to bring families close, not tear them apart. That is the real meaning of Christmas. The meaning being; instead of worrying about buying a gift that honestly won’t matter in a year, why don’t we spend the time reconnecting and sharing memories as a family. Only then will we feel the magic of Christmas, again. 

Let it feel like the very first time.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas time; well other than the horrid ice on the ground. For the last few years Christmas hasn’t felt like Christmas! I don’t know if its from being at work, a lot or if it is just not as magical as it use to be, but I don’t like it! I don’t like not feeling warm and cozy with family. I go back to being a kid and I started to thing; what does Christmas really feel like? Well, what did it feel like that is!

I go back to my childhood and all I remember was I didn’t buy gifts. Well, I bought my parents gifts if they gave me the money, but I never had to stress about what the perfect gift was. They were my parents, they were forced to love anything I got them; it was in the handbook!!!!!! The main thing was that they didn’t care what they got. But I never had to worry about the perfect gift, so I guess that is what put me in a magical mood for Christmas. Stress does amazing things to the body, especially make you hate the things you use to love.

We get so worked up over the perfect gift, that we forget to look at the things that we love. For me, it is the magical feeling of Christmas. For others, it could be the joy of making sugar cookies. Either way, we will want to buy the best present ever so we stress over what people think of a certain gift, causing a big stress bubble, also taking you away from doing the things that makes Christmas, Christmas.

To make a change we will need to do one thing; forget about presents. Who cares about presents, anyway? What you get someone will only last for two years, then those items will be replaced with new items; so why care about what present you get? Instead, why not make memories that will last a lifetime? As a child, I wanted to make non-bake cookies with mommy and then go to bed early. Then I would wake up early and sit on her lap and open presents, but that wasn’t what was important. I loved the time that we got the night before while watching movies and making snacks. If I didn’t get a present; who cares? Christmas is about joy. Don’t allow buying presents take that joy away from you!!!! That isnt the point of Christmas! 

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Well what can I say? My father helped me do something that I never wanted to do. I am glad that he did because it came out perfect! My father and I like to get in petty fights, but it usually ends with a good life lesson. This being said, my father taught me something that ended up teaching me one of the best lessons ever; how to wrap presents!!!

Tis was but last Christmas that my father taught me something new. We sat around the living room with gifts to wrap, but I wasn’t going to attempt to wrap, because my hands have no rhythm. The presents sat naked and cold on the floor. They yelled for us to dress them, but we were failing them. This is when my father told me to do something, but I told him to do it, instead. He got up off the couch and began to wrap the presents, then he turned to me and told me that they were my presents, so I was to get up and help him. I got up after groaning and started to help him. Half a second later he got onto me about how I wrapped a present.

In his defense the present looked horrible, but I didn’t know how. What was I suppose to do? I didn’t how to wrap. That is when my father took me by his wing and showed me how my grandma wraps her gifts. At first, I wasn’t wanting to listen. He was a know-it-all. But I knew that I couldn’t get out of this without learning. I couldn’t get the wrapping down so I quit! My father got petty about it, but he finished the wrapping!!!

That was the end of that experience. I never thought I was going to use that knowledge, but this year it came into good use. For the first time, I actually shopped for my wife alone, but that also meant that I had to wrap them alone. I had no idea what I was doing, but then I stopped and thought. I went back to that day and thought about how my dad folded the edges and brought them up together. As I thought about that day, I looked down and I  was done with one present. The rest of the presents came with ease. I was done within a hour!!

I don’t know what this was written to say, but I think I want to tell you guys to cherish the little moments. Don’t waste small moments being mad, you never know when those moments will come back and help you out. Wrapping a present isn’t a huge moment, but it opened my eyes to see that I can learn so much from my father. Christmas is about spending time with those you love, which I can guarantee you will have a small moment that can change your life; don’t waste it!

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    Tonight is sucky movie Saturday. You might be asking “what is that?” Well I will be telling you in this post. But I will tell you, it is something you will want to do.
      It’s October, which is the month of Halloween. I absolutely love Halloween movies and the holiday itself. I have been practicing my special effects for Ariel and my costumes. But that is only a part of the celebrations. In order to get in the mood, Ariel and I will spend each night watching scary movies. This has been a tradition since we started dating, but there’s one night that we do something different.
      Usually, we just watch regular movies that we like, but on Saturdays we take an adventure on the dark side. This is where we will find the worse movie, ever. We call this ‘Sucky Movie Saturday.’
       This has been a good/bad idea since the start. You can’t say that all low-budget films are horrible, that is why we take the pain for a few hours and watch the films. So far, we have found a few really amazing films, though we have went through hours of unbearable movies.
       One of the best low-class movies was ‘State of Emergency,’ a movie about the zombie apocalypse. I thought it was going to blow, but honestly it was better than most theatrical released films. The movie wasn’t A grade, but if you ever get bored, you should watch it!
       Tonight is the beginning of this tradition and I wanted to ask you to join. You should go out and support low budget films, even if it’s only for one night. I know that I don’t regret doing it, so take a chance and live a little!
     Enjoy your night! I will see you guys again, tomorrow!

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Don’t forget to read yesterday’s post
https://impromtdude.com/2016/10/01/donating-for-likes/

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True love
Today is perfect for this post for two reasons; I just got home from a wedding and its my three year (and seventh month) anniversary. I also have a two year anniversary (Marriage) coming up in ten days. With all these anniversaries around this time, also with September being like national marriage month, this post is perfect for day 2 of the #Hopingtogoviral challenge. This post will go deep into what love is, and what you can do to get to that point.
Love is very serious. Not only can it make someone’s life a million times better, it can also destroy that person in seconds. Love is one of the strongest verbs in the dictionary and it shouldn’t be played with. Playing with love has shown to have negative effects on the player, at times leaving them love sick, hopeless, devastated and regretful. It is very important to know what love is, before you take upon yourself to fall into it. If you fall into love too soon, your premature mind might get wrecked, ultimately causing you to ruin the relationship, leaving you hurt in the end. Today, we will go over the simply traits of love (found in 2 Corinthians 13) and we will see if you are the true definition of love.
I am not one to bring the bible into my posts, but today is an exception. The reason I will be talking about the bible is because of it’s definition of Love. Paul was very precise and detailed when he talked about love. The bible breaks down love into a list of what is & what love isn’t. This is usually said during any wedding, so I am sure you have heard them! They are: Love is Patient, Love is kind, it doesn’t envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves, love never fails!

Now we have a good image of love, how do we measure up? During the wedding, the preacher told everyone to put their name in the spots where it says love. Then you are to say it again, this time with your names, and see how well it sounds. While you say this, you are to think, “Am I this?” This will help you get better at your short comings, as a couple. After you notice what you need to get better at, you will then have a mission, as a couple, that being; help each other get to where they need to be. Love is about growing together, so take this as a challenge. Get together with your spouse, girlfriend/boyfriend, or a future interest and see where you sit. This will help you learn what love is, and could show you if it will work or not. I know this will change your relationship and your life. Don’t take this likely, there is more on the line than we know!
I will be doing this with my wife, so that we can find where we can change. I see this helping us more than we know, as its hard to see when you think your doing fine. I don’t think we are the full meaning of love, we fail a lot in certain parts of our love, but we could obtain full love with this activity. We are willing to take on this obstacle, hoping that one day we can be the perfect definition of true love! One day, we could be looked up to when learning about love, now how sweet would that be?

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Happy Father’s day to all the great Father’s out there. You are truly the M.V.P, and we appreciate all the work you do! If you weren’t here, then we wouldn’t have so many amazing people, in this world, that are making a huge difference! Thank you, dad, for showing me what I need to work on, and how to be an amazing person! I love you! Happy Father’s day! To you and all the other greats out there! In honor of my hero, I want to give my dad this post! I love you!

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The other day I was sitting at work, talking to another crew about “Heroes.” She had asked me who my hero was in life, and I was stunned. I never thought about who I looked up to. I never even thought about having a hero. I was always so independent in life, most of the times I pushed everyone away.
         I never wanted to look up to someone, then get close to them and have them leave. It was a fear that I could control. So I made it a mission to keep everyone out of my life. But now with my crew member asking me the question, I had to search inside of myself and ask the hard question. “Who is my Hero?”
       “Who do I look up to?” I look up to my father. I look up to him for everything. I search his personality for answers to questions about life. If me and my wife get into a fight, he is the one that I look to for answers on questions I’m unsure about. Or if my car breaks down, he is the one that I call for the fix. He is truly the smartest person that I know. He seems to know everything that needs to be known.
        My father hasn’t always had the chance to be a part of my life, but he has always been an outline. When my mother took us out of his care, he seemed to always be around, expecially when we were in trouble. He wouldn’t break any laws though, so when my mother got that restraining order, and moved us out of town, he respected the laws that were in place. He worked with a woman that never wanted to work with him. Then when it came down to getting us back, after we were put in the foster care, he did. He flipped every mattress trying to find us.
       Someone that can be on the bottom of the chain, yet will help those who are willing to turn on you. That is my Dads character, and that is what I see as a hero. He has shown me over and over that if someone is in need, help. But what if you are broke? No, you help anyway you can. He showed me how to love my neighbor as myself. It was always like that in my house, you had to respect everyone (to a point) that you came in contact with.
        I have become a strong man with all of his life lessons. I am willing to go to war for anyone that needs help. I am always that man that is looking for doors to hold open, or cars to push out of the snow. This is all because of one guy. The same guy that made me crucify my pride, and help those that don’t deserve the help. My father has been the savior my whole life. He is my hero, and one day, I hope I’m my sons hero, as well. It has been such an honor learning from my father, and there is still much to be taught!

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