The Battle in My Mind

  [For the most part] Society tends to have some sort of empathy when one is affected with tragedy of unfortunate circumstances. The constant urge to keep up with the news to see how one’s city is coping or recovering from a natural disaster gets the mere feeling of “that’s so sad” yet the world continues on because it doesn’t pertain to them. Wild fires, hurricanes, malnutrition, orphanage, cancer, death, murders, and the list goes on. From a far, we can all feel the pain and can’t imagine how people are feeling but seeing things for yourself puts a different spin on it. With that said, a personal experience changes your entire outlook. I must admit when Katrina hit, I watched the news and just felt so sorry for the people. I checked on my friends that lived in the area and once I knew they were okay, I was okay. But what about the masses that lost everything. Why was I okay because no one I knew personally had been destroyed? Again, it didn’t pertain to me. It became a fictional...

My dearly beloved parents, I fracture my mind trying to find ways to ever repay y'all for everything you've been to me and done for me. Because I have yet to be clever or creative enough to come up with a process of reciprocation it stresses me out. I know you all don't expect anything materialistic but even then I don't know what I could purchase that would show my appreciation. I realize I will be forever indebted to y'all. All of the life's lessons you taught me, encouragement, support and even discipline has instilled morals and values in me that I wouldn't have otherwise. Because all the money in the world could never repay you I decided to show you how much you mean to me via written expression.  Daddy, Remember the broken shoulder after you told me not to run back and forth across the street going to the trampoline when I was in 8th grade? Or the whooping after I moved the car up on Shreck when you went in the back yard and told me not to? Wh...