BLACK HISTORY MONTH REVAMP!

Hello World what’s up?
So it’s Feb 24th 2010 and technically it is still Black History Month so I don’t want to see no slack from yal out there talking about how I’m so late. Anyways I thought it very important to at least say a few words on this blog about the Legacy of Black People and not just to shove a whole load of facts down your throat. I was reading an issue from my school news paper “Excalibur” and it was talking about Black History Month (BHM) and how we get lost in the facts and the history and totally are ignorant to the fact that we are now living what will be considered Black History to the future generations. And needless to say that knocked me over like a ton of bricks. It brought me back to a conversation I was having with Mr. Gooden my business partner and co-founder of The Envisioners Productions about today’s music and what could possibly be seen as the musical revolution of the future. We touched on issues like “we think that we have reached the pivotal point. And that everything that might ever be made in music has already been made and discovered.” Clearly we are limiting ourselves to the events of the past, not as much as even recognizing the fact that in order for our future, or legacy as described by the article to bring forth new ideas, creations, and achievements we need to look forward and push towards our own destiny.
Harriet Tubman, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, Maya Angelou, Shirley Cesar, Scissile Tyson, Nelson Mandela just to name a few, didn’t go through what they did so that they could be hung up on a wall for black people of the future to gaze at. NO! They did what they did because they understood that there was a better calling for the future of their children, and children’s children, and so on. I highly doubt that they would condone the very idea of BHM because we are very much capable of doing ground breaking acts and making world shaking changes in OUR PRESENT DAY!
This BHM I am imploring everyone to disregard our traditional ways of celebration, get out of the past and press on towards the future! If all of our greats had celebrated BHM the way we do we would all still be SLAVES! Working for Massa down at the plantation! SNAP OUT OF IT PEOPLE! We can make great changes today, and many black people have been integral members of our society today making a difference, seeking out to create a better future for their children, and children’s children. We have not discovered all that there is to be made as yet. We are still an integral part of BLACK HISTORY the legacy continues.
WHAT WILL YOUR STORY SAY?

CYA RESPECT

Love Knows No Bounds

lol yah so I saw this picture and thought it was so cute at first ... then I thought about it for a second... Who the hell is gonna pick them up when their finished???...i'll leave you to think about that one.

CYA RESPECT

The importance of Action vs Reactions

Hey coming to yal with a short blog. It is so important for us to understand the importance of Actions and our Reactions to them. This short story tells a lot about this important part of life. Remember that every action that you make in life will evoke an array of possible reactions. So in knowing these facts always strive to do the best and be the best you especially when you are interacting with others. Being da queen *itch is not a good look 24/7. And not to mention yal hustlers that be hustling even at granny's b-day party got your swag looking like the long walk Bob the town drunk had to walk during his last DUI. It aint hot, it aint fresh, it aint swag. People need to start understanding that in order to have your game on point, you gotta have a point to your game. Who knows what your killer smile can do for an un suspecting stranger who just happens to be having a really bad day? You can do so much good unaware and these are the most important moments that make up our lives.
So… READ THE STORY LEAVE A COMMENT!

CYA RESPECT


The Cab Ride
Author Unknown



I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
After waiting a few minutes I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no
knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with
photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to
the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the
cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother
treated'.

'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address
and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry.
I'm on my way to a hospice'.

I looked in the rear-view mirror.
Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..
'The doctor says I don't have very long.'
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once
worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and
her husband had lived when they were
newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehousethat had once been a
ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a
particular building or corner and would sit staring
into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the
horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment
of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the
dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.
It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
I drove aimlessly lost in thought.
For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry
driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift? What if I had refused to take
the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have
done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives
revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
You won't get any big surprise
in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But,
you might help make the world a little kinder
and more compassionate by sending it on and
reminding us that often it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefit all of us.


Thank you, my
friend...