2018… Take a moment.

By J.L. Mejias

2018… Take a moment.

We often find ourselves consumed with all that we don’t have. We spend a lot of time wishing we had this or wanting to have that.

But take a moment. Look around. Look how far you’ve come. You’re here, alive, breathing.

Be thankful for your spot in this world. It’s not guaranteed.

Maybe you’re not exactly where you want to be right now. But, the fact that you ARE here right now, is a pure blessing. Regardless of what your expectations may be, don’t ever forget, that you started as a one-in-billion microscopic little tadpole looking seed, swimming for your life trying to make it to your mom’s egg… To this person right now, who is able to wake up this morning and take a deep breath, and think about your day, and have dreams, or fears, or problems, or goals. The fact that you are alive is your greatest success and greatest blessing.

Thank God… or Thank the universe… Or Thank yourself… But be Thankful.

To quote my Uncle Al, “I came into the world butt-naked, so the fact that I have clothes on right now means I came up.”

Happy New Year People! Much success, health, and personal growth in the New Year.

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“That’s My Brother”

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By J.L. Mejias

I try not to watch a whole lot of news.  I read a ton of news articles, but I very rarely watch it because it usually makes me very sad, angry, or depressed.

When I read about the horrific tragedy in Orlando, I was a bit numb to it.  I feel like we have a mass shooting every month now.  I actually go out of my way not to watch coverage on certain events because it’s just so horribly sad and unfair how innocent people are killed by deranged individuals who can buy guns easier than it is to get a driver’s license in most states.

But this video didn’t leave me numb. The pain this man shows for losing his brother breaks my heart.

“That’s my brother!”

Does it matter if his brother was a gay man enjoying himself on a night out? A straight guy working security?  Perhaps he was a bartender?

It doesn’t matter… All that matters is that his brother was a human being, with life and breath, thoughts and emotions, family and love… and now he’s gone.

“That’s my brother!”

Gone because of hate.  Because of evil, deranged, easily accessible to weapons of mass destruction – hate.  Hate with that type of power can do unthinkable damage, and leave indefinite scars both physically and emotionally.

I have brother’s, three of them.  I love them differently than I love anybody else in the world.  Peter, Anthony, and Eric, those are my brothers, they hold a place in my heart that is only reserved for siblings and your absolute closest friends (I have a sister also and she’s in there too)

“That’s my brother.”

I have made that statement countless times in my life.

Sometimes as an introduction.  “Hey everybody, that’s my brother over there.”

Sometimes it’s in disappointment. “SMH, yup, that’s my brother.”

Quite a few times it’s been in anger. “Yeah, of course, that’s my fucking brother.”

But mostly, I’ve made that statement with absolute love and pride. “That’s MY brother!”.

“That’s my brother”

This video, this man’s pain touched me deep in my soul. I love my brothers, and I truly hope and pray I never have to make that statement in the same context as the man in this video has.  God bless him and all the families and friends who have been impacted by this unbelievable tragedy.  My heart hurts for you all.

No one should ever have to say “That’s my brother” the way he did.

Title Story: Prince

By J.L. Mejias
     I was working part time at a five dime when The Most Beautiful Girl In The World walked in thru the out door
     I couldn’t help but stare at her; I’ve never seen a pretty girl look so tough. She wore a Raspberry Beret, you know, the kind you’d find at a second hand store.
     She approached my counter and I spoke.
     “Hello there Miss. How can I help you?”
     She smiled.
     “Don’t you know who I am?”
     “I don’t know exactly who you are but I can tell you’re someone important, You Got the Look.”
     “I’m Nikki” she answered.
     “Well my Darling Nikki, you are truly one of The Beautiful Ones.”
     “Thank you.” She replied and was about to say something else when just then a tall well-dressed gentleman came in.
     “There you are Nikki, I’ve been looking for you.”
     Nikki looked annoyed.
     “What do you want from me, Michael.”
    Michael doesn’t understand her hostility.
     “Why Do You Treat Me So Bad,can’t you see how I Feel For You? I think I love you.”
     “Michael, grow up already; you’re so immature. Act your age, not your shoe size.”
     “Oh now I’m immature? That didn’t stop you from accepting my gifts. What about the Diamonds and Pearls I gave you?”
     I interrupted their conversation.
     “Is this your man?”
     Nikki shrugged.
     “He’s not my lover, he’s not my friend, he is something that you cannot comprehend.”
Michael looked agitated.
     “Is this guy the one you want to be with? Nikki, don’t make me waste my time. Don’t make me lose my mind. Baby, what’s it gonna be? Is it him or is it me?”
     I became frustrated as well and jumped in.
     “Yeah, do you want him? Or do you want me?” I pointed at Nikki, “Because I want you!”
She laughed.
     “You want me? You don’t even know me.”
    Michael cut me off before I could speak.
     “But I do know you baby, and I Would Die For You. This guy works in a store, he can’t do for you what I can. I can take you around the world.”
     I came from behind the counter so she could get a good look at me.
     “Hey Nikki, look me over, tell me do you like what you see? And hey, I ain’t got no money, but honey I’m rich on personality.”
     She looked at Michael.
     “I’m sorry, Michael. I never met to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. But I can’t be with you.”
     He shakes his head in disbelief.
     “How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that’s so cold?”
     “Maybe you’re just too demanding” I chirped in.
     Nikki replied nonchalantly. “I never wanted to be you weekend lover. I just wanted to be some kind of friend. What a shame our friendship has to end.”
    Michael dropped his head in defeat.
     “I should have known better than to fall in love with a sex queen. After all, I did meet you in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine.”
     He turned around in a huff and walked out the store.
     Once he left, I turned around and faced Nikki.
     “I don’t care where he met you, or if you’re some sort of sex queen. I think you’re so beautiful, and I just want your Kiss.”
     Nikki laughed in my face.
     “You can’t kiss me?”
     “Why not?”
      She laughed again, “Baby I’m a Star. I don’t just go around kissing random strangers. Plus If I Was Your Girlfriend, you wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
     Now I laughed.
     “Who said anything about being my girlfriend? I Could Never Take The Place of Your Man.”
     She looked confused.
     “What do you know about my man?
     “Like I told you before, I ain’t got no money, and I ain’t like those other guys you hang around. But ain’t it funny, they always seem to let you down.”
     Nikki sucked her teeth.
     “They don’t let me down. No man can tame me. I’m like my mother, she’s never satisfied.”
     “She’s never satisfied?”
     “Never.”
     “I can satisfy you” I replied confidently.
     “Oh really?”
     I grabbed her by the hands.
     “I’m going to cut to the chase, I Wanna Be Your Lover. And if you give me a chance, before this night is thru, you will see my point of view.”
     A huge grin came across her face.
    “Wow, that’s bold.”
     I stared deep into her eyes, “People have told me I’m like my father, too bold. But dig if you will the picture of you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me. Can you my darling, can you picture this?”
     She looked me up and down.
     “I must admit, you are a Sexy Motherfucker. Can you leave work right now?”
     I grabbed my coat.
      “My boss is Mr McGee. He’s told me several times he doesn’t like my kind because I’m a bit to leisurely. So I’ll probably get fired. But its worth, Lets Go Crazy!”
     We left the store and got into her Little Red Corvette she had parked in front.
The sun was setting and the sky had all types of beautiful colors floating thru the twilight. Before she could move the car, it began to thunder. I felt a drop on my head.
     “That’s amazing” She pointed towards the sky, “Look at the colors in the clouds, it looks like Purple Rain. Let’s walk, I don’t mind getting wet.”
     We got out the car and began to walk. After a moment passed, it began to down pour and we started to run. We were looking for shelter when we saw a church, it had huge stained glass windows that had a painting of birds weeping.
     She pointed at the entrance.
     “Look at the painting of When Doves Cry. Let’s go in there!”
     We went inside the church and just as we sat down the preacher, dressed in a purple robe, began his sermon:
“Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you
There’s something else
The after world
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night
So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, Dr. Everything’ll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You’re on your own!”
The End?
To the creative genius that was Prince; I hope the after world is exactly how you pictured it. RIP to a legend.

Welcome to Sports Politics Random Thoughts

 

Most people have hundreds, if not thousands, of thoughts cross their mind everyday. For myself, more often than not these thoughts consist of sports, politics, and/or… sex, drugs, family, war, religion, animals, guns, health… Ehh, lets just say random thoughts.

What is the point of this site?

Well, like most blog endeavors, there is a fairly profound egotistical aspect to it.  There’s a part of me that feels like I would be doing a great disservice to this country, and the world as a whole, if I would go my entire life without sharing my opinion on stuff.

Sure, I have discussion with family/friends/coworkers all the time which allows me to express my opinion… But that’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough I say! I need to share my insight with the world.  Because, in case you haven’t heard, my voice matters.  I’m kind of a big deal.

Yes, I know, it sounds pretty arrogant (I have literally thought to myself, on several occasion, “How hard can it be to fix the economy?”).

The purpose of this site is to provoke thought, conversation, rebuttals even.  It’s to allow people from all different walks of life to get a view of things from a totally different perceptive.  If you can narrowed down most difference in the world, it usually all comes down to perspective.

Say we both work in the same 80 story building.  Both of our office are on the north side of the building, the only difference is my office is on the 1st floor, and when I look out my window, I see the hustle and bustle of the city, up close and personal.  Your office is on the 80th floor, and you view is of a majestic skyline.  Sure you can see the hustle and bustle of the city, but from where you look, it all looks so small.  From where I look, it all seems so big.

Who has the better view?  You can make a case for either one.

Maybe you like being on the ground floor, so close to people you get a brief earful of their conversations as they walk by.  You can feel the pulse of the city, the energy of the people is tangible.

Maybe you like the view from the top, were it’s secluded, serene, picturesque.

Who’s to say which is better?

Me, that’s who.

And I’ll tell you right now, the view from the 80th floor is awesome!  It’s so beautiful and you can see for miles and miles.  It is a little lonely up there though.  You’re view doesn’t change much, you’re going to see the same skyline today as you will tomorrow.  And you better not fall out the window, you’re not surviving that fall.

So maybe the 1st floor office is better.  You’re close to the ground so no risk of injury from a fall.  And because your view is street level, you see people walking to and fro all day, so you’re landscape is somewhat fluid.  It sure is easier to make a connection to people when you’re that close.  But, everyone is only an arms length away from you and people are so germy so you’ll probably get sick more often.  And lets not forget all the crazies walking around; when you’re office is on the ground floor, they have easy access to you!

Maybe neither one is better.  Just different.

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