Another tragedy to bring about awareness. But now there’s the issue of what he was wearing. A hoodie. And people are discussing all these reasons why people wear hoodies. Let me rephrase that…why black men wear hoodies. How about to stay warm and keep the elements off my face? Granted there are a number of different aspects to consider in this case, but this young man is dead. Trayvon Martin is dead. He was killed. There is no assumption necessary about whether George Zimmerman was wrong. It’s on record, recorded and played for everyone to hear. He was told by the police to not do anything further because they (the police) were on their way.

I’ve read articles where people have received citations for disobeying a police officer. And according to a number of writers and the statute itself, Stand Your Ground does not apply in this case. The officer asked George Zimmerman, “Are you following him?”, he answered, “Yeah” and the officer clearly told him, “Ok, we don’t need you to do that.”

I just listened to a 911 call from a lady who was somewhat watching and definitely listening to what was going on in back of her house. You can hear screams and then the shots, and then no more screaming.

And with the uproar that has been going on for a month now, this man has still not been arrested.

This doesn’t even seem real or possible. In 2012, a young man is dead and the known killer is still free. He hunted a young man down, killed him and claims self-defense. That seemingly says there is no value to Trayvon Martin’s life. I pray that we Don’t Forget About this young man, this event and how so many people have come together to get something done!

Our prayers to the Martin family and to all who have lost children to tragedy…they are truly Don’t Forget Abouts people!

Never Forget them! Thanks for reading and sharing in this with us.

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What is Love?
Feelings shared unrehearsed?
Is it warm and fuzzy or pain reversed?
Kind and gentle or sometimes firm?
Does it make you giggle or make you squirm?

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by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

What happens to a dream deferred? This poem has been on my mind all night. It’s meaning has been plaguing my spirit for some time now. I read some different commentary on it’s meaning but I want to share my own.

The poem does not answer the question but creates a negative visual through more questions and a maybe. And therefore answers the question for me. A dream deferred is going to do something!

It may change it’s form but the awareness does not go away.

When my dream is out in the open for all to see, and I do nothing with it, my spirit hardens and becomes infected with all sorts of maladies.

And a sick spirit is infectious like a sore that runs, so I’m affecting and infecting those around me and my attitude definitely stinks.

And as I let my dream sit, the once complimentary components begin to separate and all that is apparent is the dream no longer appears as attractive or possible.

Most times, it is a heavy load in my life because I see others pursuing their dreams and bringing them to fruition.

I believe the outcome is ambiguous depending on my perspective. The dream deferred either explodes in destruction and I am left with the pieces of what could have been, or,

The dream deferred explodes into existence, breaking through all the barriers and obstacles and thereby becoming even stronger and more resistant to trials.

I am at the explosion point and I refuse to live with the haunting thoughts that I didn’t try my best to pursue my dream.

What I have today is a choice. As a kid I remember taking the “shortcut” to get somewhere and because I practiced that for so long, I still attempt to find “shortcuts”. I’ve learned that there are no shortcuts to success. I will miss a necessary ingredient if I don’t make the choice to be thorough and consistent.

Thanks for reading and sharing in this with me.

Peace.

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I am surrounded by special people but my perspective can be clouded by my prejudice and profiling.

I work in a store and the regulars that frequent the store have seemed to change since I’ve been working there. That’s partially true, but more so, my perspective of them has changed.

The more I interact with them and let go of my preconceived notions, the more I am able to recognize and appreciate their qualities.

I am broadening my life experience by growing through the limitations of my past; most of them self-imposed.

And in doing so, I’m developing new relationships as well as the opportunity to encounter more Don’t Forget Abouts… people.

I wasn’t fully aware of how deeply ingrained my prejudice has been and how quickly I dismiss people based on their features, clothes or how they walked and talked.

Although it’s scary and uncomfortable, each time I embrace an interaction that would not have happened in the past, it is a rewarding experience.

And I am blessed with the opportunity to see how our world is full of Don’t Forget Abouts… people when I take the time and make the effort to acknowledge them as such.

Thanks for reading and sharing in this with me and remember…

Don’t Forget About Don’t Forget Abouts…for the people you will never forget.

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Endurance: the ability to withstand hardship or adversity; esp: the ability to sustain a prolonged stressful effort or activity.

Holding on: to maintain a condition or position: persist, to await something desired or requested. (Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th ed.)

I’ve been doing these three things for the past couple weeks. I wasn’t sure which one I was doing or when, so I looked them up. Holding on takes some endurance  to get through the pain. But perseverance requires some faith and trust because it involves people and things being against me.

I received a notice that an update was available for Don’t Forget Abouts… so I installed it, and it hasn’t worked until today. This is a project I’ve been working on for some time and to have it shut down was extremely discouraging! And it wasn’t shut down, just a mishap. But it felt like all was lost.

I’m 41 years old and had an adult tantrum. I’m a little too big and old to fall out on the floor screaming (well, we couldn’t do that anyway, at any age), but I have been pouting and having an attitude and just feeling like this situation wasn’t going to change.

Today, I asked for help. I have been periodically checking to see if I could figure out what was wrong, but the fear of REALLY messing it up kept me from trying any “Scott remedies”. I talked to Rick Brock (www.prism-ent.com) and he said he would check it out. He gave me a few suggestions and I did those things but I also started feeling more confident about making some changes. Maybe it was because one of his suggestions was to back up everything and then make some changes! Maybe. (smile)

But most of all it was his presence and willingness to help. He guided me here to the platform this site is built on and like a true guide, helped me through today. And here we are again! Don’t Forget Abouts…for the people you will never forget! Back in motion! Thanks Rick.

Downtown Minneapolis from Lake Calhoun

And for those that thinks it takes a lifetime to develop unforgettable relationships, Rick and I have met once in person, through a mutual friend. Yet he has been an integral part of this website.

All of us have the character, ability and opportunity to be a Don’t Forget Abouts… person. Help somebody out today just because you can. Call someone and let them know you’ve been thinking about them but just haven’t called. The little things we do in life can be life changing! We never know how we unforgettably affect someone’s life with a kind gesture.

So again, Don’t Forget About, Don’t Forget Abouts…for the people you will never forget.

Thanks for reading and sharing in this with me. Peace.

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Happy Veteran’s Day to all our Veterans. Thank you for your service and your commitment. You all are definitely Don’t Forget Abouts…people.

There are a number of veterans in my family and some are still on active duty. My father, my wife, a number of cousins and numerous friends are all veterans. I want to acknowledge them and the countless others who have sacrificed to serve this country.

I wish there was something spectacular that I could do to make this an unforgettable tribute to Veteran’s all over, but, I’ll simply do what I do when I see you all in uniform. I say thank you.

And whether your service is acknowledged worldwide or not at all, without your contribution it would have been like a piece missing from a puzzle.

May God bless you today and always.

And again, Thank you.

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Being a basketball player myself and a baseball fan, I know how incredible these feats are and the amount of work, endurance, perseverance and training it took to accomplish these things.

But I cannot imagine what type of work, endurance, perseverance and training it takes to be married for 41 years.

Today, two of the most unforgettable people in my life are celebrating 41 years of marriage. Happy Anniversary Mama & Daddy.

Happy 41st Anniversary

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It would be one thing if all that was going through my mind was untrue, but it makes for a daunting morning when there’s some validity to these negative, spirit breaking thoughts.

I DON’T have all the things I want. Nor am I the man that I WANT to be. But I am definitely not the man I used to be. And I have all that I need and more to accomplish the tasks of today.

The only commodity I’m truly lacking is time. I get 24 hours in a day like everyone else on this planet. So lacking time is my perspective.

It’s getting through tough times like these that has helped me grow into the man I am today. So the only way for me to be the man I WANT to be is to be the man that I am!

Use the time I have wisely and be the man that I am.

What helped me this morning was recalling some of those unforgettable people in my life. Past and present.

I say recalling, but what happened was I could hear their voices reciting the foundational information that has helped me continue to strive and persevere through to today.

It was cloudy and cool this morning because the clouds were blocking the sunrise. But the sun has now risen above those clouds and is shining bright.

Those clouds were my thoughts, the sun my spirit and my Don’t Forget Abouts… people the power to keep my spirit rising.

As long as I stay focused, aware and open to grow, I can accept who I am today with confidence and know that’s the only way I will ever be the man I WANT to be.

I’m a Miracle in Motion today!

Don’t forget about Don’t Forget Abouts…
I’ll see you back here soon.

Thanks for reading and sharing in this with me.

Peace.

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For many years I didn’t believe in people enough to have friends. I had many associates, but I didn’t let any of them really get to know me. Family is family. They almost have to encourage me. It’s like a family law. That’s not the case for everybody, but it is in my family.

In the past few years I have developed some life saving friendships. I never imagined talking to someone almost everyday for three years and counting.

In that time, I have talked about some of those things we just don’t talk about to anyone else. And there’s been some pain and hurt that came from doing so. But the healing has contributed to us growing closer.

We’ve cried together, prayed together, laughed and played together. My mother used to be the only person that could hear in my voice that something was wrong. But now I have friends that can detect when I’m just saying that I’m ok and I’m not.

Today I received some encouraging words and a listening ear from two of them. I’ll be naming names in later posts. You’ll definitely be hearing more about them!

If you don’t have any Don’t Forget Abouts…people in your life, I would suggest finding some and being one. And check in here on a regular, because I’m going to be sharing some of the ones I know and others that are being introduced to me.

Don’t forget about Don’t Forget Abouts…for the people you will never forget!

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