Networking & Smarts

Networking

&

Smarts

So I am scrolling through the posts through my daily social networking site when I come across a post that stops me in my tracks. I began to post a response very quickly and well lets just say (in my tone of you don't know your a*& from a hole in the wall), when all of a sudden it hits me.
Proverbs 23:9Don't waste your breath on fools, for they will despise the wisest advice.I am by no means a teacher, prophet, preacher or otherwise but I do learn a thing or two from time to time. I think I finally got this one. His post was this,

Happy for my fellow classmates who are so excited to be wearing a cap and gown in the heat of late March in Florida, and I'm happy to say I will not be one of you sweating in the heat and listening to an overrated commencement speech from a stranger who knows none of you. Have fun! I will most likely be at the beach soaking in the sun :D

My comment was going to be on how this school is all about Networking and I knew the people that were giving the speeches and how it was going to be epic and so not Overrated, BLAH BLAH BLAH. See even you didn't want to read it and you clicked on this blog. Lets face it, The reason some of us succeed and others don't is because of the mentality like this one.

I do not care if I ever win an award or even get touted as a leader of the industry. What I do care about is succeeding beyond my own expectations. I care about making an impact in other peoples life. If i can help just one person than I have succeeded. To be fair I feel I have done just that.

A fellow classmate has pushed the limits of every class and gone above and beyond for every minute he has been hear at school. When he was slacking I pointed it out and like an adult he accepted it and pulled himself up. He is a wise young man who is going far. Like me he knows everyone, talks to everyone, and he has lunches and coffee times set up with instructors and Alumni for when he graduates.

So I say to those who choose to not suffer the heat and attend our graduation. Those who think our speakers are overrated and strangers. Thank you. Thank you for giving us the added edge into the industry so prided on respect and dignity. Pride of learning and knowledge and wisdom. The reason you find poor reviews of a school is because of people like you.

P.S. Please don't come asking me for a job later because I hire off of merit and work.

x

Delusional child

DELUSIONAL CHILD

Who Care?

I know we all want to be special and unique and have everyone worship the ground we walk on. Seriously, Why else would we have kids?

However, YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL!

And, ONLY GOD CARES!

If you don’t get that than you are annoying everyone around you with your rambling and ranting about how unfair the world is to you and how your birthday should shut down governments and be a national holiday.

If you didn’t cure cancer, you don’t get a holiday. Sorry about your luck.

What is more, is the simple fact of your need to moan your woes and force the world to listen to how special you think you are and how hurtful the world is to you.

Really? I mean do you seriously listen to yourself?

There are over 6 billion people on the planet. That is 6,000,000,000! Do you really understand your place here or are you that delusional. I don’t get a holiday! Nor am I complaining that I don’t. Yet you think you deserve to be respected and glorified by all those who come in contact with you.

AND How dare he say that or do that to me?!!?!?

How dare he be honest!?

How dare he tell me what I need to hear and not worship me for a snot nose little brat I am; how dare he treat me like a spoiled little child who has been given everything and never worked a day in my life.

Reality check!

I am a kitty cat compared to how the world is going to treat you real soon. The only difference is I care enough to write this and be honest with you about how you act and about how others (not your so called friends) see you!

PEACE

Mementos

My wife and I are doing the everyday chores on a Sunday and anticipating the coming start to the New Year. Back to work, back to school, and back to the routine.

So there I am folding clothes and keeping the baby from tearing up my nice neat stacks when I run across the blanket.

  When Sophia was just born there was a blanket that I remember being very fond of wrapping her in. It is very soft with bumblebees on it. Every time I see this blanket I am transported to a time when she was no bigger than my hand and I just smile.

There are Items like this everywhere in my life. I walked around my apt just to get a glimpse of a few.

The plaque.    

My grandfather carved this for my father many years ago. I ended up with it before my father passed away. It is located in my kitchen and every time I see it I am reminded of a man younger than I am now. Sitting on a lawn chair in shorts, drinking an iced tea, smoking a cigarette, laughing at a joke only he got. It is my most prized memory next to the birth of my daughter.

The cane.  

Hand carved Ebony wood with a solid silver top and lead base. A priceless piece though I know it has significant value. This Cane has the ability to evoke many fond moments. Most of these are of random trips my mother and I would take to see my Great Uncle Lewis (His Cane).  I would sit in a corner of a nursing home as he would tell amazing stories of a time I could only dream of. The other memory is of the day I was given such a unique treasure. My Aunt Shelia was cleaning up after the death of her husband and I was visiting her to help and console when she presented me with the cane. I was honored and to this day cannot remember much of the trip other than that one moment.

The Picture.  

The picture was from a time I almost do not even know anymore.  My mother was taking photography classes and snapped this picture of my father. The bug in the background was my first car and I can remember the day we picked it up. Him and I were driving what I thought was a random trip when all of a sudden it turned in to my first car buying journey. I thought I had found the greatest treasure on earth that day.

The Shirt.  

The day was March 28^th, 2001. I made my way through a series of gated corridors’ until I was finally free after six years of incarceration. Once I was released from the clutches of my mothers' hug, she began to pull the prison garb from my back. She stated she could not spend another minute looking at me in such attire. Once we got back to the hotel I was given a get out of jail free card (it is in a box) and this shirt.  I cannot wear the shirt anymore for fear of tearing it. The fabric is so thin it now has random holes on the sleeves and collar from too much wear in the first four or five years. But to this day I still reach in my closet and pull it out to remember how it felt on that day and how happy I am to be free.

I hope in twenty or thirty years you too will have such mementos to enjoy your memories.

Grow up

GROW UP 

Now when I talk about myself, I will generally be harsh and add a few heavy embellishing traits that make me look even worse. I tend to be the hardest critic in my life and find that to be perfectly fine. I have done my fair share of crap and I am certain I have done my share of dirt to other people. I do know however that over the last fifteen years I have strenuously worked at rectifying those wrongs.

I think my biggest frustration is that people only see the crap that is done to them while never paying attention to how they treat other people. I am approached and told something by someone who feels I owe them an apology meanwhile never remembering the bold faced lie they told to me and on me. It is like it never existed. Just because something is not brought up does not make it ok. Did the societal segregation of blacks make it ok to be racist? No! So do not assume,  just because something is not expounded upon does not make it ok. Check yourself first.

That said, Grow up, and clean up your own back yard. And Front for that matter. Stop looking everywhere else and start looking at your self. I know I do and like I said, I am my worst critic. If you feel you are being disrespected and hurt. It is your job to confront the person and explain in a personal one on one manner. If you are not going to do that than shut up sit down and chill the F*&k out. Most of all Keep it to yourself. The rest of us have grown up crap to take care of.