This is the most structured blog i have yet. I even have the title. “Voice to the voiceless”. As I sit and write it i call out to my daughter. It’s my youngest son’s birthday today. No reply. I call out to my oldest son. Coincidence occurs. No answer. I call out to my daughter again and she responds; I tell her get her older brother. This is not a strong start. “Yall let your little brother call yall’s mom for his birthday”. My youngest is turning 8 today. He just walked in to see the “brand new Dog man” books I used to level the camera! “Are these mine?”
Me: “….yes” My son: (Gratefully) Picks them up and immediately grabs his school bag ands says, “I’m going to donate one to my classroom, and one to the library”. What a contrast to his daddy who had an outstanding balance to the library from 2007 which he just paid off maybe last year. “Voice to the Voiceless”
What a rocky start. It couldn’t have gone any better. I wish i could have captured so much more of it on my Ray-Bans or i wish i was just straight up filming. “I’m never filming the good stuff” must be my motto; that’s why im always filming. As soon as i stop filming—some gold gets sifted through the pan..Frustrating when you’re trying to capture gold.
I see why people have platforms, i do. Not even in a narcissistic kind of way, just to get their—
Because gold isn’t being captured and put on display if it is. Don’t be a fool
In a strange bit of irony I come downstairs for break to hear the sound of “a voice to voice as I hear a dying breed..”(on a phone—mind you); My Daughter: “There are 12 lessons and I’m on the 2nd one”.
These life lessons, which one am I on?
You test me so. Enamored at how You hold me—how You teach me; continue to humble me.
i love the way You love me.
I didn’t even write the blog I wanted to, i wrote the one that was there.
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