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...
This is some ramblings from a country boy who was blessed to be born and raised in the great state of Texas. I am a member of the Fighting Texas A & M Class of 97. An uncle to two wonderful young men and a very proud son. I write on a wide range of topics from funny and personal to political and serious. Please share the posts, leave a comment and enjoy your time with a little bit of Jeremy Workman's Point of View.