Writing
During my formative years, teachers urged me to shut up and sit down. Despite their ignorance of what to do with all my energy, they unwittingly challenged me. Back then, I knew I had something to say, today, I say it.
Confidently, I quiet those devilish teachers in my past and accept that indeed, I have something to say, whether it is about bad teachers teaching good kids, sexual exploitation of women (by them selves first) in the media or success in writing, I have had the luxury and opportunity to share my ideas, thoughts and solutions to oftentimes, complex issues.
Issues that loom, and haunt like those “hanks” my mother always warned about. Selfish of me, it would be, if I were to live out rest of my days in fearful silence, lest there may be one life that is saved and/or changed by my story, a story.
