Remember to Remember.

Remember to Remember.

 

Ever double as a friend and a foe?  To put it in modern terms, are you, or have you been, a frenemy?  Is it an art?  Is it called politics?  I have been told before that Southern American’s are “fake” in comparison to the Northern and even Mid-Western American’s, with our polite southern drawl and smirk hidden smiles.  Is there any truth that?  “Rude!”  Well, I am just repeating it as I’ve heard it.  Those Northerners are often unapologetic and just plain rude.”  Is that at all true?  

 

Are American’s consistently politicking unaware, pushing and charming our politic views onto our children and friends?  In this political climate I am always reminding myself to remember to remember that all of us are different and entitled to different views and freedom of speech.  

 

I charge you to remember to remember as you go to vote not just the polite words or the rude campaign moments, the southern drawls or the powerful speech.  I challenge you to remember what equal means and how it relates to the future of our great country.  

Remember what freedom is and how this country has always vowed to preserve it.  Remember what we represent as a whole and not a state or region.  Remember the star bangled banner and our once tangled views haven been made straight for all to see and  mimic if needed.  Remember to remember why we show respect to our leaders, choose freedom of choice and speak loud and often unapolgeticly.  

 

In all of your remembering…remember to Vote, Uphold and Respect our White House.  

 

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Corner Store Conviction.

Corner Store Conviction.

When going to the corner store for a cold drink becomes a corner store conviction, you’ve got to write about it.  Last night I stopped by my local corner store after a nearing midnight run in the park.  I walked to the park but asked my daughter to pick me up after my run.  Once the park lights went out because of the timer say’s, “it’s late, park closed”, I decided to wait for my ride across the street at the corner store.  The owner and I always have brief chats about my visit to Ghana, Africa and his birth place of Ethiopia, but last night was different.

I stood there in front of the counter exchanging stories with him and showing pictures of my daughter’s recent trip to Liberia. We soon realized we had something more than memories of Africa in common.  He questioned me about my daughter 10 year scholarship before adding that his son is a scholar as well.  He is attending the prestigious Emory University after having graduated 3 years ago from his public high school with a 4.5 GPA (if I recall properly) on a full scholarship.  He, like my daughter is an aspiring Physician.

Once my daughter walked in the corner store owner came from around the counter and begin to speak words of wisdom to her.   Though when he was done, I felt all the wiser. He would explain how talented he was in grasping education naturally and applying it almost effortlessly, so much so that he was one of one thousand selected to go to Ethiopia’s, only college.  He would reiterate, that Ethiopia, only has 1.  However, he ended the conversation with a powerful statement, one that both added speed to driving toward me toward my goals, but also, enough sting to convict me for having done the same as he had.  He said, “I let my emotions, overtake my ambitions.”

He would begin speaking of choices he later made that would detour his life.  While the inner conversation in my mind started reciting memories of choices I made that would do the same.

Have you ever allowed you emotions to overtake your ambitions?  If so, how long before you take them back?  Ambitiously speaking.

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A Foreign Exchange.

A Foreign Exchange

Yesterday I went to the nail shop I frequent to get the traditional mani/pedi, and eyebrow arch.  I love this nail shop because they staff makes me feel like family.  Of course they have the occasional conversation in their native Vietnamese language but mostly we spend time talking about our families, vacations and life, in English.

One of the nail techs has a daughter that attended Teen Youth Leadership for our local Chamber of Commerce along with my daughter.  She just informed me that her daughter graduated this year as Valedictorian of her high school and is attending the prestigious GA Tech in the Fall.  Wearing the biggest smile, I  told her mother just how proud I am of her daughter.  She then added that her oldest daughter is a Senior this year at GA Tech and that her son graduated last Winter from GA State.

My eyes exclaim, “Wow!” and my mouth followed.  Just then, the nail tech doing my pedicure chimes in to tell me that her son is entering his 3rd year at GA Tech.  Later I find out that the two nail techs are cousins.  Wait, there’s more.  As if that weren’t enough, the pedicure tech adds that her younger son is attending UGA.  She later voluntarily told me that she herself had not went to school.

They both were humble and appeared to be cheerful workers.  What they were not saying is, the work that they are doing, is really an exchange.  They will paint nails and rub feet all day long for minimal payment, so their children can be apart of America’s maximum payout, education.  What an exchange.

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Who Is The Source of Your Greatest Pain?

Who Is The Source of Your Greatest Pain?

You are the source of my greatest pain, you rouse and corral me and tarnish my name, you find delight in bringing me pain, you aim low and hit hard and call it a game.

You held me down and muzzled me, adding shame to my face,

You beat me up, then cuddled me after calling me a disgrace.

You bandage me, then silenced me and said never to speak your name,

All while I lye there eternally bruised and riddled with guilt and shame.

I just needed to feel wanted, loved and possibly safe.

You just needed to make money and find a way to escape,

So your forced upon me a life, in which you could take control,

Now I am left alone and discarded, after selling for you my soul.

You are the source of my greatest pain.

All I ever wanted was to be needed and an escape from the rain,

You told me I was crazy and could not make it without you,

I believe it and accepted it as the truth.

Now, I am the source of my greatest pain,

If I choose to remember, I can still feel the shame,

If I choose to remain angry, I can still feel the pain,

If I bandage my wounds my life will surely change.

Broken but not bruised, scorn but no scars, worn but not tired and abandoned but not alone.  I sought and found a strength all my own.

Mighty but not arrogant, wise but not witty, caring but cautious, aiming but not blaming, I stepped off the cliff fearing not the fall and found that my wings gave me no fall at all.  I soar now above you with forgiveness in each wing but I will not forget you, not one single thing.  I want you to also remember my face, I found out that you were right, there is an escape.

Copyright © 2012 by Sharon Saffold

Dedicated to the Human Trafficking Victims and those forced into Sexual Slavery.

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We’re Winning!

We’re Winning!

July 21, 2012

I collect people.  Capri Italy, proved to be one of the most beautiful secluded and memorable holiday getaways that I have ever experienced.  It was a collection of European and American travelers all destined to indulge and enjoy.  My single most memorable moment was the two of us alone in an all white piano bar, being serenaded by an Italian singer as we danced under the white light in what the most beautiful hotel that I had ever stayed.  In walks the party crashers, (loving spoken) another couple beaming and budding smiling and drinking and they too, took it to the dance floor.

Twirling and swirling each of us danced, one not knowing the other.  Suddenly, the other lad moved his date closer toward us ,whirling, twirling and swirling.  He looks at us and says, “We’re winning!  We’re winning!”  I look at my date and said in my competitive voice, “Twirl me!  Twirl me!” and a beautiful twirl it was.  The coupled looked, laughed and then rose a leg gave a kick, and dipped his date elegantly.  He looked at me with a smirk of a smile and said, “We’re winning!  We’re winning!”  I responded quickly with a, “Dip me! Dip me!” and a quick and precise dip it was.  We continued battling one another with a few more, “We’re winning!” until the song ended.  Later that night we laughed, shared numbers and email address then had a drink together.  If I am every in Denmark or Italy, I have new friends to look up.

Thursday, my eleven year old daughter and her first year travel ball team won the World Series and were named the National Champions of 10U Softball.  I can say it proudly because this team started off as the, “Bad News Bears” but ended as State Champions and now National Champions.  The girls played hard, but the coaches coached well.  They placed our “C” level team against “B” and “A” team players to challenge them to the level that they believed that the team could aim to deliver.  They rose to the challenge, honed their skills, took their loses and learned their lessons.  They worked diligently, each seeking perfection.

I can imagine what their competitors thought of them when we first started, I know my daughter alone could not catch or throw a ball, but she could steal a base and score every time.  They entered the season as the underdogs, and in my mind I imagine the other teams saying, “We’re winning! We’re winning!”  Thursday after a lose to an undefeated team, they came back and won TWICE, over the same team to take the tournament.  While I am a proud parent of my daughter, I am equally as proud to all the 10U participants and parents locally and nationally that support their youth in sports and education.  However, I cannot resist and would feel remised if I did not say in honor of team Storm, “We’re winning! We’re winning!”  Oops.  Correction.  We WON!

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Raising The Bar.

Raising The Bar.

Bar none, studying to be a lawyer can be considered both tedious and taunting yet America is turning out thousands of lawyers every year.  If you have followed the blog then you have read about the four brothers that are each lawyers and one is a judge.  There story is examined in my, “The Immigrant Coal Miner and The Young Polish Women” post, but wait…there’s more.

So I have an occasional lunch with a brilliant family, one of which is a respected judge, however it wasn’t a lunch meeting with them that cued me in on just how high one can raise the bar.  The conversation went something like this, “I thought, I know I can tell Sharon about our good news, she appreciates news like this and wouldn’t consider it bragging.”  Smiling and wide eyed I wondered what the news might be.  “Our son received his class ranking from his Law School and he is ranked #5, in his class….and was invited to be on Law Review.”

After smiling, speaking and offering high five’s to this well deserving and humble mom, I spoke with my friend and attorney and asked, “Do people consider news like this bragging?”  Unfortunately, he confirmed what she thought.  He would go on to explain that professional studies are usually highly competitive fields sought after from highly competitive people.

I wanted to be a lawyer.  I consider myself extremely competitive, however, the only person I competitive with is myself.  Annually, I personally seek to outdo what I have done the previous year, but then again, I am the only one keeping score.  How do you keep score of your progress.  In what ways do you raise the bar?

PS. If good news is considered bragging….then B.R.A.G! (Being Really Aware of Good) as defined by, Sharon Saffold Live!!!!

Tomorrow’s post: Who is the cause of your greatest pain?

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July 4th! American Independence.

July 4th!  American Independence.

July 4, 2012

Larger then life people understand one key concept; that there is a path to success.  The best lesson that I ever learned was taught to me by my own error, and that lesson is, that not planning, is a plan.  Having placed minimal thought on graduating high school, teenage parenting and indulging in many irresponsible behaviors, my independence was largely based in dependency.  My simple pleasures and modern amenities were all compliments of the US.  

 

I once apologized to my teen daughters for having taking them along for my, “joy ride”, which for them could be considered more of a, “hell ride.”  Imagine getting into a car with a trusted friend expecting to head to the local mall, when a stop along the way ends in an armed robbery and a high speed chase.  This must be what being the child of a teenage parent feels like.  You wake up looking to hang out and shop, but you end up clutching the inside car door, praying for a safe exit with your head peering straight and your jaws dropped screaming, “Oh my God!  What are you doing! Let me out of here!  Oh my God!   What have you done!”  Amazingly enough my daughters still look to me for food, advice, shelter and direction.  And I now meet their needs without the help of our government.  

 

My plan for life, was not to plan and as a result, I did not only live vicariously thru others, I lived irresponsibly as well.  The tax payers went to work everyday to fund my ignorance and the perks kept me coming back for more.  One child, two child, three child, four.  Fourtunalty for me a mirror was shoved in my face by my highest and most evolved rivals, successful youth, my age.  The day that I was asked to serve my rivals as they entered their first year of medical school changed my future and rewrote my family history.  I immediately stopped repeating the generational curse and started competing.  We are winning!

 

I now Understand that the risk in Seeking success is minimal in comparison to the Aim of seeking nothing at all.  Understand, Seek, Aim.  Understand that you are the solution, seek to find your path, aim for your day of independence.  Your story will be different, however, we each seek independence and thanks to the USA, we know that it is ours to find.  

 

Tomorrow’s post: Raising The Bar.

 

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