Vignettes....
Wow. I took a few days last week to think about this whole blog thing. It seems like making the time to do it is going to be a bit difficult. But I think I will manage.
Now, the first thing I wanted to talk about when I first started this blog unsuccesfully, was Blood. I have always been a Democrat, and not because my family members are Democrats. Yes they are Democrats, and proud, but because of the values that I learned from them. My mom taught me at a young age, when you have things, you share them, especially when others don't have them, or when others need them. My mother stopped outside of the Wal-Mart in Alamogordo everytime she went shopping, to give her change from her purchase to Fred, the local homeless guy who asked from change from folks. the rest of the town was angry at hime for being there, and always trying to get rid of him, by my mother would give him her change no matter what, telling me "son, we were blessed with many things, some people aren't as blesssed, God expects us to make up that difference."
So this is the basic lesson i learned as a child, kindess above all else is what matters. So when I came time to decide whether or not I was a Democrat or Republican or whatever I might be, I naturally looked to my family. The told me they were Democrats, because they grew up believing the same values they taught me, but that I had to choose for myself. So I did exactly that, here I am, a Democrat!
I have always been proud to tell people about my mother and that madn Fred outside the Wal-Mart because I think that is noble and worth being proud of. But also because a friend of mine (boyfriend at the time) once asked me what my most formitive moment of my childhood might be. We were having an intense conversation about him being a Republican, and me being a Democrat, and he told me his was one summer his dad telling him he had actually had to pay the equivalent of his annual earnings form work, in taxes that year. I found out this was because of investments etc, and so forth that he paid on. I didn't feel badly for him, because quite frankly he still had a lot of money and resources at his disposal, but my moment was equally as profound I thought.
I woke up one night to walk to the bathroom, I was a fairly small child, and My mom was talking on the phone. I assume she was either talking to my Grandmother (the best friend a person canhave) or her best friend. Anyway, she was crying, my mom, and telling the person on the phone she was broke. Not just broke, but so poor that she had written a bad check to buy groceries because we had no food in the house. She was worried that she might not have the money in the bank to cover the check in time, and was serioulsy distraught. I went back to my bed thinking a couple of things. First of all, wow My mama really woudl do anything to take care of me, (I have since learned mothers are just like this) and secondly, its a terrible world when your mama is at work over 9 hours a day, 5 days a week or more, and still you can't afford to feed your kid. My mom didn't work like most high school educated people in our town at that time. She was the assistant manager at a local grocery store. She was a hard working mother, who just needed help now and then.
Why are these vignettes important to share with you? Because they are who I am. These are the factors that helped to define who I am, and therefore what I'm writing in this blog is a direct result.
I wanted to share that with you... To come soon
Blood
Catholics
Much More...
Now, the first thing I wanted to talk about when I first started this blog unsuccesfully, was Blood. I have always been a Democrat, and not because my family members are Democrats. Yes they are Democrats, and proud, but because of the values that I learned from them. My mom taught me at a young age, when you have things, you share them, especially when others don't have them, or when others need them. My mother stopped outside of the Wal-Mart in Alamogordo everytime she went shopping, to give her change from her purchase to Fred, the local homeless guy who asked from change from folks. the rest of the town was angry at hime for being there, and always trying to get rid of him, by my mother would give him her change no matter what, telling me "son, we were blessed with many things, some people aren't as blesssed, God expects us to make up that difference."
So this is the basic lesson i learned as a child, kindess above all else is what matters. So when I came time to decide whether or not I was a Democrat or Republican or whatever I might be, I naturally looked to my family. The told me they were Democrats, because they grew up believing the same values they taught me, but that I had to choose for myself. So I did exactly that, here I am, a Democrat!
I have always been proud to tell people about my mother and that madn Fred outside the Wal-Mart because I think that is noble and worth being proud of. But also because a friend of mine (boyfriend at the time) once asked me what my most formitive moment of my childhood might be. We were having an intense conversation about him being a Republican, and me being a Democrat, and he told me his was one summer his dad telling him he had actually had to pay the equivalent of his annual earnings form work, in taxes that year. I found out this was because of investments etc, and so forth that he paid on. I didn't feel badly for him, because quite frankly he still had a lot of money and resources at his disposal, but my moment was equally as profound I thought.
I woke up one night to walk to the bathroom, I was a fairly small child, and My mom was talking on the phone. I assume she was either talking to my Grandmother (the best friend a person canhave) or her best friend. Anyway, she was crying, my mom, and telling the person on the phone she was broke. Not just broke, but so poor that she had written a bad check to buy groceries because we had no food in the house. She was worried that she might not have the money in the bank to cover the check in time, and was serioulsy distraught. I went back to my bed thinking a couple of things. First of all, wow My mama really woudl do anything to take care of me, (I have since learned mothers are just like this) and secondly, its a terrible world when your mama is at work over 9 hours a day, 5 days a week or more, and still you can't afford to feed your kid. My mom didn't work like most high school educated people in our town at that time. She was the assistant manager at a local grocery store. She was a hard working mother, who just needed help now and then.
Why are these vignettes important to share with you? Because they are who I am. These are the factors that helped to define who I am, and therefore what I'm writing in this blog is a direct result.
I wanted to share that with you... To come soon
Blood
Catholics
Much More...
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