Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Predisposition...

Predispose: to incline or influence beforehand; to make susceptible.


That word just sounds like something bad is about to happen. They say we are all time bombs walking, waiting for the boom. We are all predisposed to some disease and or condition from birth. Family histories of sed diseases/conditions give you a 50/50 chance of developing/contracting sed disease/condition.

Black people in general are predisposed to high blood pressure, testicular cancer, sickle cell, colon cancer, thyroid conditions, and diabetes among others. But we do nothing to stop the cycle. Myself included. I'm diabetic, I do as the doctors say, and yet it isnt improving. It has yet to get to a good place. Now they have to check to make sure my pancreas isn't malfunctioning. Oh Joy!

As strong as our familial histories may be we need to join the fight in finding cures and eradicating these disesases/conditions.

WAKE UP... WE ARE KILLING OURSELVES JUST AS FAST AS WE ARE KILLING EACH OTHER!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Please say a prayer for me....

I just found out that one of my coworkers has been diagnosed with breast cancer. According to her doctor the tumor is large and will require the removal of the whole breast. I have been praying that this was not going to be the outcome, but it seems the devil wishes to test the Lord's people yet again. I am writing to ask you to remember Mrs. Jackie in your prayers.

Good things always seem to happen to bad people and the worst of the worst always seems to find it's way to those who do not deserve it. This woman is a fellow believer and is nothing but kindness and love personified to all whom she touches. She is far from deserving of such a fate. I know that if this is God's will for her to undergo this trial it is not up to us to try and change it; but we can ask for His loving mercies and his tenderness to rest upon her and her family as they are going through this trying time. The devil had his glory and chose to give it up. Because of his coniving ways we are also made to suffer. But because we know the Truth and the Way lies within the Word, let us seek it out. Let us look to the ONE who can help us, the ONE who will deliver us; for He is the only way to salvation.

Remember each other in your prayers, though you may not know each other personally, we are all family in the house of our father. As one grieves we all grieve, and as one celebrates we all celebrate...

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Are you phukin kidding me?

Judge rules sex offender is too short for prison 5-foot-1 man gets 10 years probation for sexual assault of a child
The Associated Press
May 25, 2006


SIDNEY, Neb. - A judge said a 5-foot-1 man convicted of sexually assaulting a child was too small to survive in prison, and gave him 10 years of probation instead.

His crimes deserved a long sentence, District Judge Kristine Cecava said, but she worried that Richard W. Thompson, 50, would be especially imperiled by prison dangers.

"You are a sex offender, and you did it to a child," she said.

But, she said, "That doesn't make you a hunter. You do not fit in that category."

Thompson will be electronically monitored the first four months of his probation, and he was told to never be alone with someone under age 18 or date or live with a woman whose children were under 18. Cecava also ordered Thompson to get rid of his pornography.

He faces 30 days of jail each year of his probation unless he follows its conditions closely.

"I want control of you until I know you have integrated change into your life," the judge told Thompson. "I truly hope that my bet on you being OK out in society is not misplaced."


Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.
© 2006 MSNBC.com

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Emotion Management... Ms. Tracey where are you when I need you...

I was ordered my senior year of high school to complete an anger management course in order to avoid being suspended for enciting a riot. (I didn't encite anything, the chick wanted to fight me and I stood up for myself in a firm and public manner that caused two lunchrooms to empty to see the goings on.) I knew before that I had an anger issue. It was a combination of genes, outside influence and victimization. I was a ralatively calm individual, but when I was highly irritated or became angry it was as though I blacked out. Found myself lashing out violently, and verbally bashing anyone in my path. I've cussed out friends, enemies, teachers and family. Very few people had ever called me on my shit.

The first was Mrs. Straker. She was my role model (she still is), I wanted to be her when I was 8 (still do). She took me in the hall and gave me the business about myself. Took the ruler to my hands like should have. but with her it was out of love, I saw tears in her eyes and i shaped the hell up!

Then there was Mrs. Walke. This was the first teacher that never gave me a second chance. I was a staright A student who got suspended once a quarter because I didn't act right. And she was quick to call home too.

Mrs. Morton was next, she was all of 4'11 but she was a giant in my eyes. Helped me find my writing bug. She forced me to do better. I failed so many paers and tests in her class it wasn't funny. Any other teacher would have passed students with flying colors with the stuff I'd written, but she knew it was a half ass job on my part and she failed me because of it. it forced me to write better, research more. It was great.

Mrs. Tilton, Mrs. Minadakis, Mrs. Dalton, Mrs. Land... they all did it...

Ms. Boldt (the former Mrs Lewis) was my favorite... Threw me into some lockers and gave me the business! Cussed me out for not living up to my "academic prowess" as she called it. She is one of the only teachers i see from time to time to update her on my life.

Ms. Tracey was my confidant, my counselor, my friend. She would call me on my backward thought processes, make me really think through my issues, helped me find the solution for me. i'd show up in her office unannounced, sit in a chair she had set up just for me, and sit through all of my classes talking with her tryng get my emotions in check. We'd walk through campus and discuss life, love and everything else that was on my mind. For two years she and I worked diligently to get me centered. And since the last time I saw her I've grown in many ways, but I think I got something twisted. I found myself unwilling to share my emotions so much, became jaded with emotional give and take, and decided to internalize my emotions and I've almost worked myself into a peptic ulcer. According to my doctor.

Ms. Tracey... I need you big time...

Accountability... Where were his parents/guardians?




By JENNIFER 8. LEE and ANN FARMER
Published: May 23, 2006

An 8-year-old Brooklyn girl was killed yesterday afternoon after she was pinned on the sidewalk underneath a runaway school bus in Crown Heights, the police said.

The bus had been left empty and legally parked by the driver while he went to lunch, the police said. An 8-year-old neighborhood boy, who witnesses said had entered the empty bus with a companion before it started moving, was taken in for questioning, the police said.

The victim, Amber Sadiq, was crossing Nostrand Avenue near Crown Street with her 10-year-old brother at 3:16 p.m., the police said.

The school bus had been parked north of that intersection but started moving down a slight incline.

The bus gathered speed as it moved across the intersection, and it hit Amber about 100 feet from where it had been parked, the police said. The brother was not injured.

"She tried to run but the garbage can was in the way," said Kassandra Polanco, 12, a witness.

The bus swerved onto the sidewalk, pinning Amber underneath.

A group of 20 to 25 neighbors tried to lift the bus off her, witnesses said.

"Someone in the crowd was yelling, 'One, two, three,' and it wouldn't move, it was heavy," said Sulanch Lewis, a witness. A nearby Con Edison truck with a crane on it was used to lift the bus.

"But she looked dead and we were just crying," Ms. Lewis said.

Amber was taken to Kings County Hospital Center, where she was pronounced dead at 3:40 p.m., the police said.

The driver, Jean Lima, had parked the bus and taken a brown-bag lunch down the block to JRN Realty to eat with a friend, Richard Joseph. The police said they were not sure whether the front door of the bus had been locked; the back door, an emergency exit, cannot be locked. The operator of the bus is Jofaz Transportation of Red Hook.

Witnesses said they had seen two neighborhood boys enter the bus. One of them, Safari James, 8, was taken in by the police for questioning, said Rosslyn James, 79, his grandmother.

Amber was in the second grade at Public School 161, her family said. She lived on Crown Street with her extended family, including her brother, Umar, and an older sister.

"She was just a happy kid all the time," said Lucy Caba, 29, her aunt. At the family apartment last evening, Umar was crying and trembling.

"I saw it happen and someone carried me home," he said, with tears on his face.

Neighbors described Amber and Umar as close. They would cross Nostrand Avenue twice a day, walking together the two blocks to and from school. They would sometimes play jump rope and basketball together outside.

Amber was a tidy, well-behaved girl, neighbors said. She would do her homework after school and be in bed by the time her mother, Reina, arrived home from work.

Her hair was always combed, said Christen Delacruz, 14, who lives in the building. Her clothes were always ironed and she was always on time for school, he said.

By evening, a makeshift memorial had been set up at the intersection where the accident occurred, which had votive candles, furry teddy bears and a shiny pink pillow that said, "I love you."

One neighbor, Sheena Rose, left a card with a poem that read: "You could make anyone laugh if they were having a bad day. No matter how sad I was, you could take the hurt away."

Al Baker contributed reporting for this article.

When I was younger growing up here in New York was an experience. Taking buses and trains with kids my age, but always chapparoned by an older cousin, aunt, tantie (that lady that's so close to your mom and family she might as well be your blood relative), grandma. Someone always knew where I was. When we got in the house we had to call my mother and she systematically spoke to all of us to make sure we were all in the house. parents these days allow their latch key kids to dictate how and when they get home. the lack of supervision here is astounding to me. This is what happens when people who aren't ready to be parents get knocked up! I am so pained by this it's unbelieveable to me that it's real.

God bless her family and everyone who loved her.

Amber Sadiq RIP...

Monday, May 15, 2006

Sweet Justice- Jill Scott

verse 1:
Sweeeeeeeeet Justice
Climb the Mountain
Though your hands maybe weary
Swim the ocean
Though your legs maybe tired
Run the extra mile
Though your stride maybe worn-down
Fight, Fight, Fight
Never surrender

Chorus:
Sweeeeeeeet Justice (repeat 1X)

verse 2:
Many sides to the same face
Searching, wanting their hour
So many colors in the spectrum of life
With right lies the powerS
truggle, Struggle, Struggle, StruggleS
truggle only makes a man stronger
If he believes within his heart then he can find it
He will find it

Chorus:
Sweeeeeeeet Justice (repeat 1X)

verse3:
Freedom the epitome of life
Lay your down your burden soldier
Study, study war no more, no more
Trust the soul that thrives within you
Hold strong to your faith
Continue, Continue, continue on, on

Chorus:
Sweeet Justice
Sweet Sweet Justice
Sweet Sweet
Sweeeeeet Justice
Sweeeeet Justice

Monday, May 01, 2006

He is for real... and I am blessed...

I can run like a race for hours and hours and don't stop
I can float I can fly us to highest mountain tops
I can breathe you
I can drink your laugh,
I can
l can live on your smile
I can trip and but if I can fall into your arms
I can stay there my whole life

I can live
I can love
I can be better with you,
For real
I can hear
I can feel
I can see
I can tell,
you are for real

I can stare,
I can memorize your face, your hands, your hair
Every part of you,
I can cut off any loose ends and not even wanna keep a few
I can speak to you so honestly
I can't even run any game
I can hear a million angels singing in my ears
When I say your name

I can live
I can love
I can be better with you,
For realI can hear
I can feelI can see
I can tell
you are for real

I can't smile, can't dream like a child
Can't feel safe in the wide world without you
I can't go
can't disturb this flow
Can't begin to know what I would do
I can't see,
Can't find strength to be
rather not be me without you
I can't deal, I can't even feel without you
I'm not real

I can live
I can love
I can be better with you,
For real
I can hear
I can feel
I can see
I can tell
you are for real