Sunday, May 10, 2009

11/28/08 : Asian Persuasion

Why do I have the worse flights ever? Granted I am grateful. Some people can’t even afford to pay for a plane ticket and would ride in a cargo plane. So I am not complaining. All I’m saying is that sometimes it would be nice to not sit next to married couples that aren’t idiots.

They were acting like three years olds. I was sure that they were high on something because they were so over the top. They were yelling, talking loud and they kept asking for more and more bags of peanuts. Dang eat before you get on the plane. Plus you only get two bags of peanuts. What was the kicker is that they were Black. Man I wish I was Asian right now. I know the people looking assumed that we were together. They kept looking at me like control your parents. I wanted to yell that they weren’t with me.

11/27/08: Hot in Herrre

I don’t think I will ever sin again. Ok that’s not the truth, but I’m sure hell is really hot and I just don’t want to go there. I know it may seem as if I am rambling but I do have a point. Our apartment is like a furnace. It is burning up all the time. I thank God for heat but man it’s hot!!! We live in an old apartment that doesn’t have central air or heat. That means that every room has a radiator that heat comes out of. On top of that the Super controls the heat plus heat rises and we are on the fifth floor. It’s so hot that our ceiling fans and windows are constantly open. Our house has been deemed the naked house because it is too hot to wear pajamas with the feet in them or anything. Check this out. It is so hot that we are running the air conditioner. Who runs the air conditioner in the winter? We do. I sweat my hair into naps while I sleep because it is so hot. I don’t sleep with a blanket. On top of that there is this pole in our kitchen that heat comes out of as well. It is smoking hot and several times I have burned my arm or shoulder trying to open the fridge. That’s precisely why I don’t want to go to hell. If it is this hot on Earth then hell has to be much worse.

I think random thoughts or hear things and it causes me to research. Well…brace yourself. I thought the other day, “What if Obama is the anti-Christ?” I like him and I definitely didn’t want him to be so I pulled out my bible and researched it. I also asked my pastors. The consensus is no he isn’t but based on my conversation with Pastor Chuck I knew I wasn’t the first person to ponder this. Typing this makes me a little nervous. I know the government monitors everything. They probably wire tap my thoughts. I am sitting here waiting for them to blast through the glass windows or ceiling and arrest me for treason. Obviously I watch too many movies.

11/21/08: Attitude Adjustment Needed

Ok. So I was really worried about my parents being in the same room. I thought that they would have trouble getting along and it would be awkward. To my utter surprise they had no problems. It was the interaction between my Dad and I that turned everyone’s head. I wasn’t mean to him I was just cold. I am not one of those people that prescribe to the ideology that because you are my parent that you get some special pass where I have to be your friend. He was in fact a stranger regardless of the fact that he was my dad. As the oldest I experienced the most heartache. In a sense I feel slighted. I have tried and even thought that I had forgiven him but I wasn’t even able to be cordial to him. I made snide remarks and really didn’t want to have anything to do with him.

Not saying its ok but he does things that make me question him. While my mother and I took my Papa to Chemotherapy he took my brother and sister shopping. Now it’s not about the stuff. I don’t need anyone to provide materially for me. God does that and I am doing just fine. But in my eyes you have three kids here yet you favor the other two and make that clear.

My behavior must have gotten bad because my mother made it a point to go talk to my father and we had a mediated counseling session. It went well I guess. I got to hear his side though I didn’t have much to say. I was skeptical to say the least but I can’t harbor unforgiveness in my heart. I am willing to get to know my father; I just don’t want to be disappointed by empty promises. He apologized. I don’t think he has ever apologized to me about anything so that showed growth.

There are very few people in my life whose attitudes and persona are just constant. One of those people is my Papa. My whole life he has been one of the most positive people I know. Even once he was diagnosed with cancer he refuses to be a victim. He speaks as if he is not sick to the point that you almost believe that he doesn’t have cancer. That encourages me. I had come with the mentality that this would be the last time that I would see him. That he was dying. But after being in his presence his very attitude wouldn’t allow me to believe it. If he wouldn’t accept death for himself why should I?

He was recently recognized as a cancer survivor by the American Cancer Society. He was included in a book and they held an awards ceremony. I have included an excerpt of what my grandfather said about living with cancer.

“Living with cancer is not very hard as long as you do what your doctor says to do and put your faith in the Lord. Sometimes you find yourself a little bit down and wondering why it is you. Then you start to think why not you? It is just the Lord who is tempting your faith – to see how strong your faith in Him really is.”

How could I show such lack of faith when my Papa refuses to let his faith be moved? I have to fight alongside him until he gets better.

11/20/08: Be Your Own Brand

Trivia question of the day. Let me preface this with a statement. I believe each individual is their own brand name. For instance, you know a Tide box is orange. Tony the Tiger is on a box of Frosted Flakes. So whatever you are trying to market you actually become the billboard for. Now let me ask this question…

Why does your hairstylist’s hair always look a mess (besides Marcel)? Why do manicurist nails look a mess? Ok nails I can understand because you’re always doing someone’s nails, but what about those toes? Why does my optometrist wear glasses? If you can’t see the letter “E” why do you expect me to? Why does my dentist have crooked yellow teeth? Can’t you operate on yourself for free? Aren’t you like a walking billboard? Would I really want to get my work done from someone who doesn’t first work on themselves?

In a broader scheme of things isn’t this like us as Christians? We want to tell someone to get their teeth fixed before we work on ours. We want to remove the splinter from someone else’s eye before we remove the plank from ours. Nowadays everything is a lesson for me. I learned that I need to work on being the best that God has called me to be and let my light shine first.