Sharing Love

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Social media seems to be a platform that generates responses by provoking anger. If someone can’t strike the right cord that prompts such an emotion then the social media algorithm alienates and isolates a user to the point that others will not see their posts. This can be frustrating to many users including myself. Within the last several months I’ve decided to use social media less and the reason was that I started to create posts with videos that sounded angry. It seemed that I was hangry for attention because I wrote a book and I tried to promote it on my social media accounts and pages but didn’t receive much interaction. We all can be angry about anything and some can be angry about everything and its okay to be angry some times but we shouldn’t live there. Most of the time I don’t like being angry especially since I grew up having a problem with my temper. Since I overcame that in my life I decided that social media is not for me and neither is all the anger and stress that seems to live on such platforms. I rather share what’s really in my heart with you, the reader, and I promise that this post will not express any anger but instead through this post I will share love.

As a young boy on thanksgiving morning my older brother and I helped our mother with preparing the holiday dinner. My task mainly consisted of popping bread in our two slice toaster to make toast for homemade stuffing. Sometimes it seemed like a long tedious task because I would have to toast two loaves of bread. After the toast would cool I would have to break and crumble the slices and throw them in a big large pot. My brother helped my mother with the cleaning and lifting of the turkey. Once that was prepped he would help put the turkey in the oven. Whenever my mother would want to baste the turkey she called on him to help her get it out of the oven so she could baste it and then he’d put it back in for her.

The innards of the turkey boiled in water on top of the stove while my mother and I peeled and chopped the potatoes which I would sometimes rinse them for her and put them on the stove. On my way back to the kitchen table I grabbed a couple of onions from the fridge so we could dice them for the homemade stuffing. Once the innards were cooked my mother put them on a plate to let them cool a while. Afterward she would chop and dice the innards and put them in the pot with the crumbled toast and onions. Then my mother would pour the stock from the pot into the mix and my job was to stir it as she did. As I stirred she seasoned it with sage to give it the best flavor. Once that was prepped I could go into the living room and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade.

There was one year when I was eighteen and at that age we didn’t have much. Honestly, we hardly had any food for the thanksgiving holiday. Three days before thanksgiving that particular year someone knocked on our door. We didn’t expect anyone so my brother and mother jumped up to see who it was. When they opened the door I heard a man say, ” Here’s a turkey dinner for you guys with all the trimmings!” When I heard that I jumped off the couch to see who it was that had blessed us but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough. Thirty-eight years later I still don’t know who it was. My mother placed the box on the kitchen table and started unpacking it. The first thing she pulled out was the turkey. It was a fairly good size and plenty for three people. Then she pulled out a five pound bag of potatoes, a couple of boxes of stuffing mix, a big can of jellied cranberry sauce, a big jar of gravy. There was a couple loaves of bread a jar of peanut butter and a frozen apple pie. When everything was on the table the three of us looked at it all and started to cry. I still cry when I share this story. Everything that I thought I knew about people and the world at that time of my life instantly changed. When I was eighteen I believed people didn’t care about poor folks like my family and I. I believed that right up until the mystery person showed up knocked on our door and shared some love with my family and I.

Despite having anger issues as a young person I always did have a sensitive and tender side. Even as a little boy I had a hard time saving change in my piggy bank when it came to the holidays. I’d take from my bank and tossed what little change I had into the Salvation Army kettle when we went to the store. It may have not been much but to me in my heart it felt like a million dollars. In giving what little I had as a little boy made me feel like the richest kid on earth. My parents never said anything when I donated and shared my change. Anytime after the holidays, especially during the summer, I would run with what little change that I had to the candy store to buy myself some gum or chocolate bars. My parents told me then that I didn’t know how to save money. Thinking back on it now I would agree because if I would’ve saved that change instead of buying candy then I would’ve had more to give during the holidays but I didn’t realize it then. I would’ve felt like a kazillionaire!!

This is not to sound prideful. I still believe that I’m a kazillionaire by sharing love even in this post. The stories I share are stories of love. Some posts that reflect my opinions are written from love because love is an intangible kind of tangible that can be demonstrated in numerous ways. That’s why social media isn’t for me any more because I’m not gonna play the anger algorithm card just to get attention. Sure I’ll post my blogs to my social media pages but whether others engage with my posts or not I’m no longer worried about that. Here on my blog I can just be myself. One good thing about myself is that I enjoy hearing about stories from you the reader. Please share love with me about your most memorable thanksgiving. What was thanksgiving like for you when you were a child? Were there any dishes you enjoyed making with your family? I would love to read about it in the comments below!!! Thanks for reading this post!! You are loved and appreciated!!!

Love is an intangible kind of tangible that can be demonstrated in numerous ways

Albert Icestein


Cut Off By Those Who Love

From the murder of George Floyd to the acquittal of Kyle Rittenhouse and to the worldwide protests regarding masks and vaccinations it’s definitely apparent that people of the world are dangerously divided. The reason is that people want to be right! Some people would rather kill others than to be wrong. Murdering others isn’t limited to shooting others with assault rifles or pressing ones knee  into someone’s throat then claiming self-defense or killing others by refusing to wear masks or foregoing vaccinations in the face of being and having rights! Is protecting one’s rights and the need to be right now an act of self-defense?
The whole world is currently distracted and stirred by so much confusion and are driven by the necessity to be right and to protect their rights that other people’s lives no longer matter to them. They don’t even care about the lives of their own family. One don’t need an assault weapon to kill someone they love because to them love is their lethal weapon. Since love is more powerful than any made man weapon it can either create life or destroy it. For the most part it looks like weaponizing love in the form of abuse is the foundation that so many wish to protect because the believe they’re right. 
How can love be used as a weapon to murder family and friends? The tactic is simple, “I’ll love you when you’re good and I won’t love you when you’re bad.” In other words those that suffer from abuse often find themselves being alienated and isolated by their family. When people might face abandonment with the possibility of being cut off by those who love them, they will feel judged and condemned. Their loved ones will look past their poor attitudes and harmful behaviors that contributed to their conflicts. They will also believe that they haven’t done anything wrong. Abandonment can cause so much pain that it could lead someone to lose their will to live. They could possibly shut down and stop trying to lead a healthy productive life or they could hurt themselves by ending it altogether. Abandonment is cutting someone off from receiving love. Denying love is how love becomes a lethal weapon. Abandonment is an outward expression that demonstrates that one does not care if their loved one lives or dies. Abandonment also indicates the message that, “I’m right and you’re wrong.” 
In my book, “Leaving Loneliness Behind: The Essential Guide That Encourages You That Your Life Is Not a Mistake. Find Your Destiny and Purpose By Overcoming The Suicide Spirit“, I take abandonment deeper by sharing that whatever is true on the inside is also true on the outside and vice versa. It is a reflection of what is happening in a person’s life. This idea also connects to the the need to be right and killing others to protect that right while hiding behind the claim that it’s self-defense. So in other words how people hurt others in the streets it’s also how they hurt each other at home. What’s true on the inside is true on the outside.
People don’t love each other. After Kyle Rittenhouse was acquitted instead of showing remorse that he killed two people all he said was “The jury reached the correct verdict. Self-defense is not illegal. And I believe they came to the correct verdict and I’m glad that everything went well….”