Ear buds in, music up, eyes closed, deep breath. This is home, the place my heart lives, surrounded by a wall of light to block this wave of darkness. The moment this darkness consumes the light I’m lost, lost in agony, trying to swim out…looking for a release. As of right now though there’s still a chance to beat it. There’s still hope. H.O.P.E. Being surrounded by this madness doesn’t mean I have to give in. It doesn’t mean I have to cry, to scream, to be scared or to relapse. It simply means I must fight the battle I always have, & as long as I know to keep fighting, I can still fight. With the will to fight comes courage and with courage anything may be conquered. This is my light. My light is the HOPE, the COURAGE, the MEANING I still have, & this is how i survive this hell.
You would think that living in the society that I do ignorance would be nothing new. However, a couple months ago I was shocked. To hear a student say they’d rather risk their life to sell drugs rather than completing his education blew me away. I was so astounded and angry to hear that this person would rather take, what they consider the easy way out, than actually putting forth the effort they could. Then, to top it off, considering it a “game”. Risking your life, that you haven’t even began to start, for a few bucks is the worst thing you could do. In all honesty if you look at the bigger picture drug dealers don’t rven make minimum wage. The only one’s who make the real money are the ones at the top, & they didn’t get there just for selling dope on a street corner. I never thought someone’s ignorance could blow my mind as much as it had been that day.
Dear Young Teacher Down the Hall,
I saw you as you rushed past me in the lunch room. Urgent. In a hurry to catch a bite before the final bell would ring calling all the students back inside. I noticed that your eyes showed tension. There were faint creases in your forehead. And I asked you how your day was going and you sighed.
“Oh, fine,” you replied.
But I knew it was anything but fine. I noticed that the stress was getting to you. I could tell that the pressure was rising. And I looked at you and made an intentional decision to stop you right then and there. To ask you how things were really going. Was it that I saw in you a glimpse of myself that made me take the moment?
You told me how busy you were, how much there was to do…
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