Troy Davis....I agree with the death penalty.

 I agree with the death penalty. However I do agree if there is enough doubt in a case that the proper people should look into it and not proceed with taking a man's (and i say man as in human not just the gender) life. It saddens me that people have brought race into this Troy Davis case. I do not agree that this is about race. I do believe if he had the right representation he wouldn't have been killed by the state or at least had a opportunity of having a proper and fair trail. I am not sure if Mr. Davis was innocent or guilty but there was enough doubt where the U.S supreme court should have looked into this case and delayed the lethal injection he faced. I do hope that people do not make this about race. I do hope that there will be peace for both parties. I do hope that the government will make changes but i do hope they keep the death penalty.

My Blessing in Disguise

There were 6,446,131,400 people in the world, and this one woman loved me and my heart completely and I to her. It took one person to stop their life and tend to mine. But not only mine but my siblings as well. I can not imagine where we would be, if she did not step in and hold us down during our tornados. I once said she was my golden glove no matter how far or how short, how hard or how soft I was hit, she was always there catching me, coming out of nowhere making the unbelievable play. I am sure many of us share countless moments with grams. If you ever got that straight pointed finger, had to dodge those piercing eyes, tried to beat the unbeatable tell you your off ear, tried to compete with her stubborn mind, for a moment heard a crackling voice or got those I cant believe you pressed lips. Were comforted by those hardworking hands, became peaceful when you looked into her heartening eyes, told her a story to the always listening ear, got a piece of unattainable knowledge from her understanding mind, heard her angelic voice, got to see the sunrise with her gentle smile, and if lucky heard the cadence of her unselfish heart we have shared a moment. Grams and I shared a beautiful relationship, we had times where I was just lost and confused, times where we would have tears in our eyes from one of us cracking a joke or remembering a funny moment, or times where we just did not agree. And sometimes we had all those times blended in one. I remember Grams had many instances where I was just lost and confused. (And I am sooo sorry for that lol) Like this one time I had a joyous time at school or something I remember I was just happy and came home to see most of my belongings, basically my room excluding the heavy stuff in the middle of the living room floor, clearly I was lost and confused. I guess I said that my room was clean and she disagreed hence the stuff in the middle of the floor, but after the moment happen and we looked at it and smiled and laughed and cried because it was just a great moment. She was a great mother, but never tried to replace mine, it was never about grams it was always about us growing up to become more. She saw my foundation was broken and she repaired it time and time again without complaint. She was the frame that held me together all these years and I never knew it. I never knew how important she was to me. She guided me and held me up. She protected me and made sure I was always on the right path. I was lost and confused for the last time, when I was reading Psalm 91: 11-12 it hit me. She was my angel. What I did not realize is that I had been saying it all my life but what I was saying was just the surface (of the deepest part of anything I can imagine). I repeat, I once said she was my golden glove no matter how far or how short, how hard or how soft I was hit, she was always there catching me, making the unbelievable play. Here is what I read Psalm 91 11-12….

11 For He will give His angels orders concerning you to protect you in all your ways

12 They will support you with their hands so that you will strike your foot against a stone

Cauthel was not just a grandma to me but to many, most kids, children, youth and young adults and adults considered her their grandma, that’s a testament to itself.

There are 6,446,131,399 people in the world, and I hope one of these days I can become one less of a person and transform into an angel. Just like our grandmother.

R.I.P Grams i love you more then you know!

What is it really

how can a heart feel anything but the cadence of its on pace. how can a heart feel, how can it speak with emotion, how can it break, how will you let something with no way of thinking, make any kind of correct decision have such an influence on ones life. on your life. on my life. What really is a hearts purpose other than listening to its on cadence.