Nonfiction+Portfolio


 * The Place That Made Me**

The place that made me Is a misty lake, nature made mirror. Has a sunrise alarm, enlightening drops of dew. The place I am now Is a city replete with lights at night, reflecting off the clouds above. With a clear sky I envy with these eyes. The place that made me Has nightly loons of the lake for a lullaby. Is a lake with a fishy scent, formulated with fungi and algae. The place I am now Has a putrid pollution, penetrating the population’s air. Is a grungy river, in the middle of a metropolis. The place that made me Has freshly picked corn sweet and scrumptious. Has home made pizza, put together with perfection irrelevant. The place I am now Has fast food fetched frequently, the frozen products are abundant. Rarely replicates the past requirements of wholesome foods. The place that made me Is the rough leaves of endless corn stalks brushing my body. Is the wind of an oncoming storm, creating white caps constantly. The place I am now Is a place much different from that which I depicted being from. Has a place in my heart just the same. The place that made me Shares it’s space in my heart generously with memories of old and new alike. The places that make me and have made me who I am, I will protect with my life.

** The Fear in Us ** Human’s by nature fear what they do not know, thus making new changes to our world very difficult to adjust to. I believe that M.L.K understood this concept, ad also knew that love and tolerance are the only key to overcoming the obstacle of fear. Love to learn compassion and to not judge others. Tolerance to open the door to love, for some thing’s are not worth paying too much attention too, instead tolerate what you must. I agree with this notion for reasons and examples abundantly demonstrated in the situational growth of human life. The amount of adults which lack the experience and teachings of love and tolerance is probably close to half of our world’s population, but alas there will always be those who grow up learning to be afraid of things they do not know, rather than accepting and questioning it. If only we could raise the next generation to know these things. We can, bit fear is the very thing stopping us, what it boils down to is how open our minds and hearts are. Of course, we cannot completely root-out fear; it is a natural necessity for survival and demands we not be foolish in blunt curiosity. A balance exists in this world that is not fully understood by those who strive for complete and utter perfection. Instead of chasing that elusive dream of completely destroying fear we should find the balance point by doing our best to live with it and not letting it control our limits. With fear come confusion, and confusion not only entails miss understanding but also blocking things out thus making it harder to understand some things, selective thinking can cause incorrect hatred, prejudice, and worst of all, when It starts to control you… violence. All men are different but equal in ability, the ability to keep fear from controlling you an be attained with different methods, to each his own, many require a strong will and reasoning, which not all of us have, but all require determination and a passion for a world of peace. Humans can be very stubborn in different ways claiming that we can’t do it but never tried the right way. The way we work through things can go wrong depending on who is in what place when, but it definitely involves cooperation. Fear can be conquered with a team effort from humanity. Al of this comes back to the love and tolerance for those along for the ride, we must understand how key cooperation is for our future benefit. This should be taught to those young enough to have and open, innocent mind that are not corrupted by the worlds ways. New generations wielding tolerance and their shield and love as their sword is what I believe M.L.K’s vision was.

=Brother= Throughout my life I've had a number of experiences. Many proving to create shapde shifting chnages to who I am. Some negative. most positive, but all crafting me into who I am today. Although all of these memories is significant individually; one depicts a person who never failed to inspire me. Being the youngest in the family not two years away from the second youngest. I found he helped me gro along side him. Fighting bickering, brawking, having fun, having my brother around more than my father, he became an important roll model to me. This was because when i needed a father most, he was the only other guy around in the house because we spent the school year with our mother. After my parents divorced we only saw our fatherr during the summer. If you have an older brother you know how influencial they can be. There's something between brothers that's one of the strongest bonds you ocan have. We went through alot, and now he's out in the world making his way, always there to inspire me and push me towards what i need wether i like it or not. There's something crutial about growing up that requires someone to give you the building blocks for success, motivation, and faith that you can and will do well. It's a blessing to have someone who's always got your back in your life, blood related or not they're family just the same.