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The Devil Is A Liar, And A Sloppy One

APRIL 25 2011 1747 - JACKSONVILLE FL: What a day, and I honestly mean what a day. Monday's are meant to be weird, but for some strange reason, today was a little weirder than most standard Mondays.

It started off fairly. I woke up at my usual time, and was out of the house in plenty of time to catch the bus. The ride into work was uneventful, heck I even had time to compare notes about Tyler Perry with a lady who works in building 200 as we walked onto the campus at work. Stopped to pick up breakfast at buliding 900 before heading in work, again, nothing out of the ordinary. Even the office was fairly peaceful. Perhaps that is why it took me so long to notice what was going on.

From my first phone call of the day, all the way to my last, the confirmation numbers I was producing all had one unique characteristic, the call contained 666. That's right, the Devil has been harrassing me all day.

I really did not detect that to be what was going on until the early afternoon when it suddenly dawned on me. Now, it is not that I am worried, because I am not, for I know who's child I am, but it struck me as interesting to see just how subtly Satan eases his way into our lives. Needless to say, once I discovered that was going on, all sort of stressful events began.

I am a praying man, and because I am, I was able to recognize the situation for what it was. See, I know this to be the outcome of someone praying against me. That person, and I believe I know who it is,but that person is truly a fool. You do not pray harm upon the redeemed of God, but instead you pray for God's blessings on all, and most especially on your enemies. This person is supposed to be learned of the Word, and choosed to used the Word to harm others. That's OK Rev Charles Robinson, I still pray the true blessings of God upon you. God did not create me to be a being of hate, he created me to be an instrument of his love.

Now, as for the meddling off Satan today, my Word is well within my reach, so watch out

Here We Go Again

APRIL 21 2011 0720 - JACKSONVILLE FL: Amazing how there are those who prefer to kick a man while he is down, instead of seeking to pick the man up. Such is the way of the events that are my life.

If you have been following my blog, then you should be aware that I've recently gone through a divorce, one which I elected not to fight for personal and spiritual reasons. You are also aware that the outcome was the State of Florida imposing the maximum child support allowable for my income, and placing a wage attachment on me to ensure they get their money. Again, I did not fight it, and as such I have been paying out more that $1100 a month in Child Support, on top of maintaining health and life insurance for the children, and absorbing 60% of her liabilities. I am OK with that, and it has not been a problem at all. I just learned to make due and eek out my existance based on what was left of my salary.

Imagine my surprise to, when I arrived home after work yesterday, I found a postal notice of a certified letter affixed to my door. The sender was Kenny Law Offices. Thanks to the magic of Google, I was able to determine that Kenny Law Offices is a Family Law Firm in Tallahassee.

I thought to myself as to why they would find the need to send me a certified letter, after all I do not have the fiscal resources to support the retaining of any form of legal counsel. No, this certified letter can only mean one thing, and that is she -the X- is trying to increase the amount of Child Support I am paying.

Bear in mind that I am already paying the state maximum, and the amount left over is barely sufficient to cover my basic living expenses, yet she wants to take even more money from me. In other words, she wants to make sure I will not have money to survive.

Here I am, down on the ground, and she is taking pleasure in kicking me while I am down. Gentleman's rules of combat is not to pummel an opponent who desires not to engage in combat. I am, or have been, resisting engagement because I wish not to emotionally scar the boys; however, that all may change in light of the present set of circumstances.

At this point I am looking to God for guidance and direction. It has now become obvious that Satan is controlling her thoughts and actions. I am a patient man when needed, but as for now my patience is being sorely tested. People kick dogs on the ground, but after a while, the dog bites back. I am like that dog which had been kicked too many times. Fangs are starting to show.

An Opportunity For Growth

APRIL 12 2011 1726 - JACKSONVILLE FL: Today I received some really good news. Not so much from the aspect of my personal life, but more so of my professional life instead.

A few weeks ago, I applied for an opportunity to cross train in the area of Sales. This position is interim and has a life span of any where between four and eight months. Basically it is part of my company's initiative to cross train the current employee base to ready us for transition into a more retail kind of environment.

I applied because, and to be perfectly honest with you, I am getting burned out in my current position. As I explained to my manager, I am reaching burn out. I explained to my manager that I had to move in three year cycles if there is any hope of me maintaining freshness. He completely understood. Nothing like wearing out your highest performing horse, and then expecting to win the Kentucky Derby.

Receiving the news today was like receiving a fresh breath of life. My manager approached me adn asked me to go into a meeting segment. After the customary jokes about whether I should pack my desk out and prepare to hand over my badge - my manger got a kick out of my humor - went into a conference room, where a handfull of my peers were. Every manager in the conference room had smiles on their faces, and that is when they delivered the news.

I have been riding high all day after receiving the news. Here is an opportunity for me to grow, develop and network. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, this is certainly a career enhancing move, and I am ready to embrace what the future has to hold.

God has truly blessed me with the news of this opportunity. I cannot thank him enough. I just pray that I will be able to live up to the expectations that God has for me with this opportunity. I am so tired of failing God, and I certainly do not wish to fail him with this endeavor. God is truly good, all the time, and of all the time God is good.

After Twenty Nine, I Have Not Forgotten

APRIL 2 2011 0946 - JACKSONVILLE FL: Today marks a special anniversary for me. One that is nearly 3 decades old, and one that has changed the course of my life immensely.

It was April 2, 1982. I was in high school, and a member of the school's Marching and Jazz bands. I was a cocky trumpet player who just knew the world could not tell me crap. Yep, I was certainly Milton's son.

On this day, my school's Jazz Band had a perforance at the Washington Monument. It was part of the Cherry Blossom festival, and it was actually a Friday. The following day the Cherry Blossom parade was scheduled.

Now this jazz band performance was long, and it was extremely warm that day. So, to put it in layman's terms, I was extremely tired afterwards.

We arrived back at school, and I grabbed my trumpet and my flugel horn, and started to walk home. As I said, I was tired, so everything arround me was a blur, all the way until I approached the corner near Banaker Jr High School. That was when I heard it. A little voice that cut through the mass of other garble in the air.

The voice said one word, and that word was my name. So I looked across the street and there she was, this tiny little girl, with two pig tails in her hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a white sweater with stripes. She was also looking at me as if she'd known me for years.

I walked across the street and introduced myself by saying "Ok, you know who I am. Now, who the hell are you?" She giggled slightly and began to tell me how she came to know who I am.

She played clarinet for Shaw Jr High School's marching band, and she saw me when I came into one of their morning practices. I knew her friend, a girl named Phyllis, who I met in October 1981 after the Howard University Homecoming. She said her name is Julie, and she has a twin sister named Julia. If only I have known about Bipolar disorder at that time.

We talked about a variety of things that day. We talked about how to clean her band shoes, and what each band was playing during the parade. The conversation lasted for a more than an hour. We agreed to meet at the McDonalds on Georgia Avenue and Bryant Street after the parade. We exchanged phone numbers. She did not have a pen, so she used eyeliner to write my number down. I thought that was rather cute. From there, we went our separate ways and both headed to our respective homes.

The following day, April 3, we did meet at the McDonalds. It was me and my friend Terry, and she and her friend Phyllis. Julie called herself playing match maker between me and Phyllis. We ate, and talked, and played and teased, you know, typical teenager stuff. During the meeting, her actual sister did come in, only the sister's name was Rebecca. She, Rebecca, was wearing a lavender colored Parka with the hood over her head and zipped, so I could not see her face. Rebecca whispered something to Julie and then left the McDonalds. When I asked Julie if that was Julia, she said no, that is their baby sister. I figured what the heck, and we got back to our conversation. Julie and I kept getting to know one another, while Terry tried to sway Phyllis with his charm. Terry was such a player, cool, but a real player.

After what seemed like a few hours, the four of us left. Terry was going to hang out at my house that night, so we decided to walk the girls home. We walked Phyllis home first. Funny thing was as the four of us walked, Julie was holding my left hand, and Phyllis was holding my right hand. Terry, being the comical individual he was, asked Phyllis if she would like to be my girlfriend. Phyllis answered honestly by saying she was not sure, and at that moment Julie struck while the iron was hot and said to Phyllis "Well, drop his hand then". Phyllis did as she was told, and fate was set at that point.

We arrived at Phyllis's house, and Terry decided to stay there and talk to Phyllis. I walked Julie home, all the way back past the McDonalds, to a street corner that was 2 blocks away from her house. She said she did not want one of the boys on her block to see me because he is a jealous bully. It did not make a bit of difference to me because I knew how to handle muscle headed bullies, but I respected her wishes. We talked for a little while, before we sealed the deal with a key. I gave her a peck on the lips, and she asked me if I have ever french kissed (we called it tongue kissing) a girl. So we kissed again. It never dawned on me to ask how a 13 year old (I was 17 at the time) knew about french kissing in the Early Reagan Era before Cable TV and its flooding of sexual images, so I just went with it.

Walking home, I passed the McDonalds. The president of the High School Band, a cool swagger filled Saxophone master named Eric was eating with his girlfriend. Eric came to the door and asked where I was coming from. I told him that I walked a young lady home. Eric started chiding at me, you know that typical teenager fun picking stuff. Eric asked me if she was my girlfriend, and I responded as of tonight, yes.

Over the course of the 10 years to follow, Julie - who is actually Julia - and I would become one of the most known couples in Washington DC. We would get married, have two children, live in California, and North Carolina before fate would tear us apart. We had a lot of trials, fights, misunderstanding, and - since 1992 - years of silence. We saw each other again in 2005 when I, our daughter and our unborn 2nd Grandchild went to attend the funeral of her father. The years have added pounds to both of us, and life experience has tempered our individual resolves. I married and divorced once more between 1992 and 2005, she'd never married again. A female friend traveled with me to the funeral of my father in law, so I could not tell Julia exactly how my life has not been the same since she and I fell apart.

Despite all that we have been through, Julie (as I still call her to this day) has been a profound influence on my life. Without a doubt, she was the best thing to ever happen to me.