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There have been so many events that have taken our breath way over time…far too many. And this latest concerning the death of young Trayvon Martin is beyond shocking to put it politely.
When I saw the first picture of Trayvon, my first thought was how young he looked for his age and second how small his body frame was. A few hours ago, Trayvon’s parents were being interviewed on TV…sorry don’t remember with who…and his father described what the police told him…after showing him a picture of his dead son…concerning the events that lead to the death of his son.
He was told that after Zimmerman, the security guard who was told by the police not to follow the guy, met up with Trayvon and after a scuffle, Trayvon was “straddled over Zimmerman with his hand over Zimmerman’s mouth“. Then Zimmerman was able to draw his weapon and fire one shot…”Trayvon put his hands in the air and said ‘you got me’ “, and fell back…dead or dying. Shot by someone who shouldn’t have been there.
What was it that made Zimmerman want to pursue after Trayvon when he as clearly told not to. Why didn’t that same instinct or whatever drove Zimmerman to the point of contact….upon that contact, without even knowing his true age, say to himself…even without gut instinct…say to himself….this is just a kid. Even if Trayvon had said something undesirable to Zimmerman….Trayvon looks like a kid and should have been handled accordingly. But apparently, Zimmerman never caught that.
It is a travesty when we are profiled/judged because of what we wear or how we look. Now I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not big on the pants around the ankles and waddling like a duck when you walk, but I do know that what I see is not necessarily the person. I like to wear a hoodie but don’t usually wear the hood unless I’m shielding myself from the cold.
Why am I all of a sudden on a tandem about anything? I have had changes in the past couple of months and just these past few weeks have been even more changes….then this happens….it struck a nerve. It happened at a time when I can no longer be silent.
There was a moment in time, when someone didn’t listen, and a young Trayvon Martin was shot and died.
I have sons too…
It’s really been hot the past few days and I had decided not to ride my bike. Today it’s a bit cooler in the mornings, which I prefer to ride, so off I go.
I haven’t forgotten about the meme or the other stuff I’m #workinon. It’s been a rough ride lately and really tough to get the wrench out of the gears.
My previous post was in draft and I had forgotten all about it. I had written it back on May 13th and thought I might tweak it a bit, but set it aside. That must have been the beginning of the funk.
Finding a happy medium in a place that is filled with anything but happiness has been breathtaking…and not as in awe inspiring. It has been a struggle to break through the rut of what seems like, despair. I say despair because it seemed to be relentless. Usually I would find myself dealing with negatives, on a positive note. Noooo…not this time.
I’m angry with myself for allowing this to happen….this is not me. Sure there are times when we fall into doldrums, but I was getting dangerously close to not wanting to write anymore. It was as if I didn’t care…AND I KNOW THAT IS NOT ME!
Going through my mind now, I see some of the things that has brought me to stagnant hood.
Occupation-wise, I have been installing auto glass for 30+ years now….I’m tired. I like what I do….but I’m tired. One of the most rewarding part of my job that keeps me going are the customers we service. It is really gratifying to see the smiles and have a good talk at times while working.
I think I’m burnt on my current occupation and deep inside, crave for change, something new. But we all know that these are tough times and jobs are hard to come by. Watching the evening news and saw that all those people will be out of work once this last shuttle mission is over.
Tough times…nuf said on that.
I bought a used bike this past Sunday. This will be beneficial in many ways. I don’t have to worry about gas. I get exercise. My mind will start functioning again. Can’t go wrong with any of that.
I’m still here and kickin’.
Whatr U Workin On?
Today is the 34th wedding anniversary for my wife and I.
There was nothing special.
She actually forgot…that surprised me.
We are not the same couple that fought the battles of the past. Don’t let the picture indicate fights between us…just the struggles of marriage.
We seem to have risen above that level of communication.
Of course even before we separated, we didn’t argue much.
The three years apart doesn’t seem to have any affect on how we live as a family. In fact, things are better than before.
Will there be a rekindling of the hearts?
To be honest?…I have no idea. I’m just taking this one day at a time. We have a lot going on here and there are other things of priority that need to be addressed.
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