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Christmas Hope

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Today, we went to Brio at Fashion Place Mall. It was something to remind us of Vegas and it’s a place our kids always enjoy.

We went in expecting a good meal and came out with something else, hope.

We’ve struggled financially since our move and we’ve been trying to make ends meet have a good Christmas .

My wife works full-time and I’m trying to get a book published and bartend on the side to make ends meet.

Today, after we ordered our appetizer and drinks, the waitress came over and told us someone was paying for our meal and that we should order whatever we want.

I tried not to cry.

While we’ve struggled to make ends meet, I’ve gone hungry and I’m sure my wife has as well so our kids could eat.

I haven’t been able to help as much financially as I had hoped when we first moved and money has been tight.

To the person who paid for our meal today, thank you so much.

Your gift has meant so much to my wife and I.

Merry Christmas,
Brian and Anita

The Fight…

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I’ve been circling the pit lately.

I hear the voices from within its muddy walls and the world stops.

I get those panicked breaths and I wonder what’s brought it on.

Staring down from my cliff, waiting for the tendrils to pull me in I wait on the rim.

I wait for something worse to happen, I wait for a lost job, a tragedy to befall my loved ones where the tendrils pull me back.

I feel the pillow over my face suffocating that smothers the life I want and takes away the life I have.

I stand at the rim looking in, hoping for something to bring me back.

But as the tendrils reach I put words on the page, for that’s my only solace.

The words count at the end of the day and the fight back the monsters.

The words push me away from the rim, away from the tendrils as their claws rip at the muddy precipice of the pit.

Throwing it away…

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This past week, we’ve seen what appears to be the end of LGBTQ rights the way they’ve been perceived in the past 8 years, then end of rights of anyone with brown skin, and anyone who isn’t a part of the Christian faith.

As an Atheist, this last part disturbs me most, but because I’m a human, the others disturb me as well.

What I’ve found most interesting is the people who supported the candidate.

There are people from various ethnicities and faiths, people who I believed were rational, white people whose kids have brown skin and people I considered mired in their Christian faith.

When you people of faith abandon their fellow man, the world isn’t the same, it doesn’t breath the same and the air within it is no longer one of Christ’s teachings.

In my journey to Atheism, I learned more about Christ than Christians, read more of the Quran that most Muslims and gained a peace within myself that faith never gave me.

All people should be treated well, isn’t that what Christ taught?

I’ll keep writing daily to get my words out about what I witnessed this past week and I’ll never give up the fight against a candidate with tyrannical instincts.

 

 

Keep Moving…

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Where the worlds meet, the future lies, and its stark and filled with uncertainty.

Each moment is confused, disturbed, and oftentimes it’s lying a puddle of its own blood.

The future isn’t what we wanted it to be; the darkness has come.

There are moments of clarity, but they’re fleeting and confused.

The coherence of the lost souls, the damaged, and the suddenly derided are lost in the future.

With a contemptuous rage, they spoke and the lost souls will move on, but the rage keeps going? Does it?

In the pain they’ll huddle in the corner and keep moving, the must keep moving…we must keep moving.

Teaching my son, that learns like me…

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When I was in junior high, I hated school. I dealt with bullies; my grades sucked and whenever I mentioned the bullies to my father, he’d side-step, “how are your grades?”

What I recently realized through watching my son struggle with school is that I may have a learning disability.

He has issues with focus, I do too, but mine isn’t as pronounced as his.

This realization came to when we got his grades and how hard school is for him.

My wife doesn’t understand it because she learns the way teachers teach. I always hated those kids.

School for me was hard. I sat in front of the room, couldn’t have distractions and my son, he’s the the same way.

Now that I’m aware of this, I have to remember how I learned and teach him to learn.

Some teachers don’t care what your issues are; they’re in the classroom to teach those who don’t have the learning issues, this was obvious to me many times in school.

When I had a problem or didn’t’ understand something and asked for help, they acted put out by it, “Why can’t you just learn this?”

I know this is why I read so much as a kid, and still do. It’s the main reason I hide out to get my word count for whatever WiP(Work in Progress) is befuddling me.

Books were my escape from reality; video games are his. It’s his way to escape from the world and problems he’s dealing with, and I guess my wife and I didn’t understand why until now.

I think I wanted him to be more like my wife and get the grades and not struggle, but that’s not the case, and he needs that extra attention.

Do your kids learn like you or your partner?