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Once upon a time there lived a boy who grew up in a broken home. Just like all the other broken homes out there, the boy was faced with a deep confusion of why deep inside himself he felt so unhappy. But he wasn't alone, for he did have a little sister, a mommy and a daddy. But everyday he would wake up to see his mommy and daddy fighting.
After each fight, daddy would storm off and stay away for weeks at a time. One fight, mommy even tried hit daddy with a metal poll and threw rocks at him. The boy couldn't believe his eyes because mommy and daddy always told the boy not to fight with his sister. So the boy walked around with this chip on his shoulder.
He'd go off to school and everything would be OK. He did well in school, and even got good grades. But every time he got picked on by someone at the school the boy would lose it. Time and time again he would get sent to the principal's office for fighting. Not just tousling and wrestling, but actual fist fights where blood would be involved.
The kids all started to say, "don't mess with that boy, he's going to cry and then get really angry -and then he's going to hurt you bad." Some of the teachers tried to sit the boy down and talk to him, but the same thing always happened. He would stop crying, calm down and be OK again. But all that needed to happen was for him to be picked on again, and once again he would lose it.
One day there was one of those kids who had been held back a few grades and was older than all the rest of the kids. All the kids in the school were afraid of the guy because he was a lot bigger than the rest. Even the boy tried to avoid him. But one day the guy decided to hassle our troubled boy. A fight broke out! All of the kids and the teacher of the class were trying to hold on to the boy. Teacher scrammed, "You better run home now, before he starts crying!" So the older boy ran off campus and headed threw the park. But the boy say him and at that point broke away from all the students and his favorite teacher.
The boy ran as fast as he could with tears in his eyes shouting, "You just couldn't leave me alone! Could you?" And he caught up with the older boy who harassed him then started pounding him until his nose bleed. His baby sister caught up to the fight and screamed, "Not again! Why did you have to make him bleed? I know he's bigger than you, but you're stronger. Why did you do it again?" So the boy stopped, and the older kid ran home crying.
So now the principal of the school got worried telling the parents, "We suspended him for fighting, we've tried paddling him and nothing works. You're gonna have to do something or he's going to have to find another school." So the parents told the boy, "The principal and teacher knows that you only fought because that boy has picked on just about everyone in the school. But you can just go off like that and hurt him so badly. We've only taught you to defend yourself, not to go off in this way!"
The boy knew that he couldn't get into any more fights or he wouldn't be able to go to his school and be with all his friends anymore. So he did not know what else to do. So the boy ran away crying thinking he did nothing wrong, and thinking that everybody must hate him because he never bothers anybody but still gets in trouble. So he left the school that day, went under an overpass and just cried. His teacher knew he had ran off. It so happened to be lunch time and she came after him. So she found the boy and took him to Mc Donald's to try and cheer him up.
It worked, the boy was so happy that his teacher cared. But she told the boy if anyone hurt him to tell a teacher and try not to fight back if teachers were around. So he agreed.
The moral of this story was that of a broken home. The boys parents had been going threw a divorce since before he was born. Thus the fights and arguments. They only stayed together because of he being in the womb at the time. But after his birth, the parents decided to go threw with the divorce. So the boy not knowing any of this thought he was the reason why his parents never stopped fighting. He also carried with him this feeling of sadness and anger that he could not understand at his age being only a 3rd grader.
I hope people reading this can see how great the importance of a child having both parents really is. If it took two to create the child then it should take two to raise it. Because of the psychological effect it could have for the child to see it's parents not getting along as man and wife.
This was based on a true story.
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KRahmaan
Have you forgotten your childhood dreams?
For many years now I've been having these same dreams. Dreams where I'm married, have kids, a house, nice cars and enough money to never have to worry. Just last night a dream recurred. But this time it was a little different than the others. This time it had a message that sent a chill up my spine.
I guess you can say I keep having dreams about the good old American Dream if you will. In this particular dream I was with this woman presumably my wife and our child. We were sitting on a ledge talking. My wife being so caring was warning me not to look over the edge of the ledge because I guess she didn't want me to fall. Of course dream can get strange, and most people don't really think dreams mean anything. But in the dream I looked over the edge anyhow. When I looked over I saw a wooden floor with holes in it, as if someone was reconstructing the floor to make it safe. I said to my wife, "It looks like they're doing some reconstruction down there. It's not that far down maybe I should jump down to make sure it's safe if we ever decide to walk on that particular floor.
My wife said no. She told me to look to my right and I did. There I saw a big opening to who knows where. "Wow!" I said, "That looks dangerous, take Manna back in side and don't let her get close to the edge. She did and then she came back. I lovingly looked into her eyes and tried to take her hand to tell her how I felt about her. Then suddenly she abruptly took a step back, then turned her head and walked away from me.
I know this dream sounds strange, as if you've never had strange dreams yourself. But I woke up with this eerie feeling. I know that it was only a dream, but I thought "Now why would my wife act like she loves me so, only to play with my emotions and totally blow me off like that?" Now mind you, I've never been married but I have been deeply in love before. So I started to reevaluate what my desires truly are.
I still desire to marry and produce children, but now I wonder is it worth it? I started to think about all the people I know who were, or got married. First, I thought about my own mother and father -they got divorced. I even had a friend who got married and now he never has time to pursue his childhood dreams. I also thought about two neighbors I knew who were once married, but their spouses committed adultery on them, and ever since that happened they've never been the same. Now always trying to find a way to create a kind of relationship with their children that a broken household can not create.
So all these thoughts crashed my brain and I started to wonder, "Marriage, is it really worth it? Is it really worth the pain should something go direly wrong?" Then, I started to think of reasons why I shouldn't get married. And I made a list:
1) If I get married and create a fortune my wife could commit adultery, divorce me for half my fortune and spend it with some other man.
2) If I have a divorce, how would that impact my children? It could destroy them, and their lives. Their minds being so fragile at such a young age, they could end up in such a great depression or worse.
3) What about child support and alimony? My ex-wife could make me out to be the worst husband to the courts (a deadbeat) just out of spite, and create some sort of custody battle that could drag on for years.
4) What if my wife only married me for the money?
5) How do I know my wife won't cheat on me? She could get away with it for years with a younger man, and I would never find out.
6) Marriage in most religions states that if two people marry, then it should be 'Till death do they part'. I know now this is mainly for the children, to keep their minds safe and not to toy with their fragile emotions. If ones were to divorce because of infidelity, they should never remarry. Neither the man nor the woman -for the sake of the kids until they're grown. They should still act as if man and wife so that the children can grow up having both parents, and become more mentally and emotionally stable. So am I ready to step up to THE plate and handle this kind of challenge? I'm I really ready, I'm I really prepared?
7) Phew, that's really a lot and I wonder if people who marry are just jumping into it without thinking all this over? I wonder is that why we have so many cases of these broken homes, bad marriages, cases of infidelity and even murder out of jealously or money?
I know all this may sound like I'm looking at marriage negatively. That being possible, I'm also looking at it realistically as well. The truth always hurts, but it also fashions us to want to do better. So no since in always running away from it. What good will that do? Just prolonging the inevitable.
So this is my new blog titled "Why you should never marry". I'm not telling anyone not to, just listing reasons why not to. With all that said, I can only find one thing wrong it. That being I still want to experience fatherhood.
KRahmaan
Have you forgotten your childhood dreams?
Have you ever ran with the wrong crowd? I mean, ever hung out with someone or a group of people who were bad, got into lots of trouble or were just plain negative? Well I know I have. I guess it's just my kind nature to not want to judge people even if they're bad.
A while ago, most of my friends were "tough guys". I mean, some of these guys were pretty big. Me myself being tall and mid weight didn't compare to their size. But we always seemed to get along. I wasn't much for wanting to be the leader of the crew, but when times got rough I could hold my own. There had been a few times when my "buddies" got drunk I would have to show my rougher side. They were always amazed that I could pick them up too.
I figure there are many of us who have ran with the wrong crowd. Then when (if) we matured, we wanted to hang around those who were willing to do more with their lives. That's how it went for me at least. There came a time where I left virtually all my bad acquaintances. And only associated with friends who were taking care of business, or showed true steps towards being a positive influences.
Some how today, even after I've left all my old friends, there are still others who seem to have a bad influence on me. Like one of my neighbors for instance. Of course I live here, so it's almost impossible to ignore someone that close, and it's never good to not at least try and be neighborly to others. But to be flat out truthful, the guy is too negative. I can't say he's the ultimate bad influence, but man sometime this guy gets to me.
I hate to talk bad about him, but his negativity I see it as bad company. No I won't say it's all the time, more or less done at the wrong times. He'll go on complaining about what he really wants. Like a good relationship, or to find the purpose in his life. And one day I saw him out front talking to a lovely looking lady. They were out there for hours on his front porch talking. Then the next day he'll ran out of his house just to tell me of this wonderful woman that came over, he said she cooked for him and everything. Then all the sudden he'll go back to complaining that he still hasn't found what he's been looking for.
I'm like man gee whiz! What you were looking for was right in front of you last night! What the hell are you complaining for? I won't him that, but I'm standing there thinking all this. And that's not the only time this has happened. There have been other times, with different scenarios as well. I see all this complaining as pure negativity. You just can't be that lucky to sit there and not know it.
KRahmaan
Have you forgotten your childhood dreams?
Hi,
My name is KRahmaan. In this blog I wanted to discuss a topic that seems to evade most of us. The Evasive American Dream.
Everyone has their vision of the American Dream. Whether it's the classic example of a nice car, a house with a white picket fence and two children we all have our own vision of the American dream. So what's your vision?
My vision of the American Dream is a life without debt, and to create a system which I can pass down to my children. So they will never have to be deep in debt or strive to rid themselves of it. Even never incur too much of it. That is my ultimate vision of the American Dream.
To live a life where I'm free to take a vacation when ever I want to, go where ever I want to go and never have to worry. Especially about money. Now I know many of you may think, "Wow, well that's almost impossible to do! Everyone worries about money, and everyone has some debt."
Well people, I'm glad to say that not every has debt. I can truthfully say that I have rid myself of all debt. No, it wasn't easy and no I haven't took some 'get-out-of-debt' seminar to do it. What I did, was a technique so old that it has been long forgotten by many of people.
Now, when we speak of the American Dream, not having debt is only one of the things we all are striving to accomplish. But there are even rich people out there who even though are successful, are still not happy. Does happiness have anything to do with this Evasive American Dream? I think so. So does that mean that even after we've accomplished out money goals if were still not happy then we still haven't attained the true American Dream? That's the question I'm attempting to decipher here.
Let us take some examples here. One good example was the life of Anna Nicole Smith. Among others she had all the money she needed to be considered have attaining the American Dream. But was she happy in life? I know I read about her addiction to some drugs and she was a drinker. So I'm betting that in some areas of her life, she wasn't happy. So what happened? Why would such a beautiful woman with mass wealth and beauty still not be happy in life? I know there many people with lots of money who for some reason don't find happiness in life. Why?
I could take many different examples of this same nature, but the reason why I took here was because she was the most recent example that was very similar to many others in the past. Even very similar to people who are still alive and kicking today.
I believe that there is more to just having money. Don't get me wrong, money does pay the bills and finances the better things in life. For without it, who could survive? But something seem to direly be missing in so many people's lives that even makes the American Dream evade the wealthy. Thus, the reason I've created this blog.
I think threw my research, I've found the answer. I've placed this knowledge in a e-book. But maybe there are readers out there on the web who may already know this answer? Anyone gander to decipher this puzzling question?
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KRahmaan
Have you forgotten your childhood dreams?
