Snowy Mornings in New York State

Guest post by Greer Alexis Bacon, author of The Fishing Lure

When those snowy mornings come rolling in over the hills of northern New York State. A team of people are warming their cars, slipping on mittens and shoveling a path way. To be a helper, listener and a friend to our veterans. When no one is watching I catch a glimpse of a bloodline of brotherhood and sisterhood which is the meaning of America . Two people from two different paths are joined by the remembrance of war and god given duty of protecting our land. He prepares a cup of coffee and brings to this friend. Such a simple blessing of friendship. I learn this kind gesture was made by a fellow veteran who showed loved to another veteran when no one was looking.

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Books by Greer Alexis Bacon

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The Greatest Country on Earth…

Guest post by Anthony K. Russell Jr., author of Still Believing : God is Real

The United States of America or what many call the Greatest country on Earth doesn’t seem that great when there are millions of people homeless and hungry. Yes, homeless and hungry and it doesn’t seem as if the situation is getting better but worse. Why is that when people from other countries come here and live the American dream that so many Americans don’t live. This is an epidemic as serious as the bubonic plague and nobody in those high powered positions are doing anything about it. Well the time is now for us to help our fellow Americans out and give them that hope that they so desperately need. It’s time out for us to turn the blind eye when we see our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ standing on the corner with a sign begging for help. Do we really understand the amount of shame those individuals feel having to beg for help and in this great country no one should have to beg for anything. We need to take a stand together starting right now and making it our business to eradicate hunger and poverty. I know that there have been concerts and fundraisers to rid hunger and poverty but my question is where is all that money going because people are still homeless and hungry. We need a checks and balances system to make sure that these men and women get back on their feet. Let’s do it and it starts right now….

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Books by Anthony K. Russell Jr.

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We truly are all distant cousins

Guest post by John Fahey, author of Survival

Genome studies have established that although the homo sapiens lineage began about 200,00 years ago our ancestors were reduced to about 10,000 men, women and children about 70,000 years ago because of a long period of parched land or the explosion of a super volcano. Experts debate about this human bottleneck. The survivors are our ancestors. Beginning about 45,000 years ago cultural artifacts began to appear and our ancestors set out from Africa to populate the world, diversifying and evolving into the peoples of the world within the DNA genome common to us all. We truly are all distant cousins. It is well to keep that in the forefront of our minds. Over one billion people on this planet suffer appalling privation, lacking fresh water, medical care, sanitation, and hope, living lives of dimished expectations. It is my hope that with the advent of modern technology young people with idealism will set out around the world and bring help to our distant cousins.

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Books by John Fahey

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I never knew what it was like to be poor…

Guest post by Sarah Jae Blake, author of Sketches

I’ve never known what it was like to be poor, or to not be able to afford food. That was before I met my friend Ellie. Her family had an extremely low income, and they could barely afford food or basic luxuries that we all take for granted. People never seem to care about the poor unless they actually know someone who is poor. Nothing truly opens your eyes more than having a loved one who is experiencing poverty. Anyways, Ellie’s family could barely pay the rent on their small, two bedroom apartment, and this is when their landlord decided to raise the price.

She raised it 100 dollars, which may not seem like much, but to a family that was struggling to make the previous payment, it could be the difference in being homeless or having a roof over their heads. I remember all the times when my friend would call me, crying her eyes out because they weren’t able to make that month’s payment. I remember all the times I brought food to school so that she wouldn’t go hungry, because her family had no food in the house. Her family tried reasoning with their landlord, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was if she got her money, not the people living in that small building. It amazed me how heartless some people could be towards them. Their grandmother even refused to help take the kids to school. I guess that’s why I’m writing this article, I want to make sure this doesn’t happen again.

It’s been almost 6 months since that awful time, and Ellie and her family now have to move across the country to a more affordable area to live. I never really cared about the poor, but now I would do anything in my power to keep other people from having to experience this pain. Because of a careless woman, I will not see my best friend of 5 years again. As I sit here typing this, I can’t help but think that if someone else had just cared a little more, then none of this would have happened.

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Books by Sarah Jae Blake

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Racism Engenders Violence

The breaking news is that five Black Lives Matter protesters have been shot in Minneapolis by Neo-Nazis. Source 1, Source 2

I predict this story makes much less headlines than the Refugee issue or what the Kardashians do. Cue ominous quote from Heath Ledger’s Joker about things going according to plan…

American citizens kill each other by the thousands each year. If one refugee shot five people–which none of the thousands of refugees already here have–it would scare us much more than the usual five or more people being killed each day. And these people have only been shot; they luckily have not died. I’m not making an argument about the refugee issue. I unfortunately don’t have much time for that in a world where 18,000 children starve to death everyday. Rather, I’m making a point about the nature of our fear.

Racism engenders violence.

The stunning irony of that engendered violence is that it’s usually local and usually not interracial and not inter-religion.

Most Muslims are non-violent. Their religious text simply does not order them to indiscriminately kill non-believers; that’s a falsehood like conspiracy theories that say the German Holocaust didn’t happen. When these non-violent, peaceful families of Muslims are killed, they are usually killed by other Muslims–the few violent extremists. When Muslim terrorists kill someone, they by far predominately kill other Muslims.

To address American issues, black people simply are not genetically predisposed to committing more homicides or more crime.

When the few violent maniacs of any group kill people, they usually kill the people who happen to be around them. When a white American gets killed, it’s five times more often by another white American.

The same generally goes for any group. The violent, hateful maniacs of any group kill the other people in that group.

As I already stated, American citizens kill each other by the thousands each year. But like any other group most of us are peaceful. We are just families, families who hate to fear for our loved ones’ safety. Fear is a powerful emotion but it’s not a very reasonable one.

We–and I don’t mean just Americans or just people of one race or religion but rather the peaceful people and everyday families that make up the vast majority of each of these arbitrary groups… WE cannot afford to let our fear drive us towards racism, xenophobia, or hate.

We cannot afford to have any less compassion or love for some humans simply because they are not in “our group”. “Our group” is not our group.

Our group is peaceful people and everyday families, not terrorists.

When we let fear drive us to racism or xenophobia or hate, and thus define “our group” differently, we thereby side with some terrorists against an entire race, religion or other arbitary group of mostly peaceful families who are just like us.

Insofar as there even is an ‘us’ and a ‘them’, an ‘our group’ and a ‘their group’, those violent American Neo-Nazis are not in our group. Isis is not in our group. The violent terrorists of any race, religion, or nation are not in our group. Instead, our group contains the vast majority of every race, the vast majority of every major religion, the vast majority of every nation. Our group contains the vast majority of blue-eyed people. Our group contains the vast majority of brunettes.

We are the majority. If any of us let fear bring us to racism, xenophobia or hate, that will divide us. Divide! That’s the path to leaving our group and going towards that other group–the smaller group, the violent group of fearful cowardly terrorists who steal the safety and the lives of the innocent because in their cowardice they are so blinded by hate.

What do you think? Please let me know I’m not pouring my heart out to an empty room: Leave a comment below!

Every scar tells a story…

Wanna know why I cut it all off?
Wanna know why I cut it all off?

In her explanation of why she cut off her hair, Clare Bowen reflects on her childhood diagnosis of nephroblastoma, but she also says the following:

I was really inspired when I heard a story about a little girl who said she couldn’t be a princess because she didn’t have long hair, and I wanted her, and others like her to know that’s not what makes a princess, or a warrior, or a superhero. It’s not what makes you beautiful either. It’s your insides that count… even if you happen to be missing half of them.

Every scar tells a story, every baldhead, every dark circle, every prosthetic limb, and every reflection in a mirror that you might not recognize anymore. Look deeper than skin, hair, nails, and lips. You are who you are in your bones. That is where you have the potential to shine the brightest from. It is where your true beautiful self lives.

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Wow. All the feels. What do you think? Please leave a comment below.