JWsPOV

I stopped into a little local café for breakfast on a business trip.   The friendly staff said, “Seat yourself!”.   A mask was required to enter, but not to sit at your table. I sat down and a nice gentleman greeted me as I sat. He was alone and sat in silence otherwise. Not one to be his phone or anything of the sorts. Then a couple walks in and finds themselves a seat. It was a bright July morning. The sun shining, air clean, and birds chirping. Another older gentleman walked in and obviously an old farmer type. We all know and love those types. They have a certain walk, smirk, and demeanor. He had his mask on and it was half covering his face. The nice gentleman sitting alone did not flinch or even change looks as he saw the old farmer walk in. They both exchanged a smile and nod. The other couple seemed to sneer and then glance at each other with a shake of their heads. I am taking a lot of assumptions in this story. However, I am pretty good at reading people. Their f...

Who am I?  Do I still have a voice where I can speak my mind and give my opinion to all that will listen? A voice for my mind, body, soul. A voice for my family, my friends, and other loved ones. Does my voice still matter? Do I still have a voice after being told that my life does not matter? After I watch people I do not know get killed and beaten in the streets; while I sit back and feel helpless for my fellow man. Do I still have a voice? The news and social media are filled with a version of what is happening each day. Yet, I keep seeing men and women crying because their businesses are destroyed. These people are upset because they do not have a place to get food, medication or even transportation to get to work. Do I still have a voice? I have gotten used to attending our religious services on the TV. We are not allowed to gather and worship, yet I see all these people in the streets. There are people all over this country gathering in large groups. My house of worship...

When I was a young boy, I was extremely shy. I was timid in many situations. I stuck close to my family and minded my own business. Today, my life is a lot different from that level of shyness I clenched to as a child. . Now, I am not timid in hardly any situations. There are a few reasons why, the biggest one is - I learned I could care less of what others think of me. I have no fear of hardship and being broken in life, you see I have already been broken while having many hardships.  Being afraid is something my mother said to never let others know. She loved the phrase, “Never let them see you sweat.” My mother also taught me, when I first learned to ride a motorcycle at a young age, to get my ass up and get back on it after I went into a barbed wire fence. I was afraid to get back on that motorcycle, but she knew I had to get back on that motorcycle or I never would ride again.  As we get older we become less afraid of many things, spiders all the way to death. I...

This is a pretty dark title for a blog post. Most of the time when poison is said, we think of causing bodily harm, or even death, to a living creature. Humans and their drugs or animals and substances they accidentally consumed are the general theme behind the term poison.  I promise that this post will have a good message and meaning at the end. Dad and I like to go out to eat and since living in Burleson we have done a lot of that, it seems. The convenience of it is almost too much. Almost. Living in Pottsboro we were 20 minutes from going to eat at any restaurant we liked to frequent. One of the pluses to being in suburbia is the convenience. On the exact same hand, the bad part of living in suburbia is the convenience. While dad and I were having dinner the other night, there were lots of large families and groups of people eating for the holidays. This is a great time of year to see many people being happy and enjoying time with family and loved ones. The elephant ...