Stop Living Life

Life-Michael Barata 

There is a certain uncertainty about the world to which we are clueless of. It is the question that haunts every man and baffles every scientist and philosopher. Man walks about his day in the same boring routine over and over again until he falls over and dies. Forgive me for being insensitive but if there is no meaning in the world but to be a pattern, a code, a number, than is there truly a meaning? What is the meaning of that meaning if there is no meaning? Most people are satisfied with this congruent infinite loop. If you are one of these people than stop reading, for you won’t open your mind to the possibilities I am about to show you. 

            But—if you are hungry; if you are curious for the answer, the deeper meaning behind the curtain we know as life, than please, continue. I will not try to comfort you with meaningless cushiony, soft, mushy gooshy words. (Bleh.) Instead I will present you with the facts, and hopefully in the end you will find the true meaning of life.

A life is defined as a specified period of animate existence. But what happens when we stop trying to just living and begin to write our stories? They don’t have to be stories that get us famous or take us on amazing, life threatening adventures (like in movies or books). But when we stop being stagnant and begin to redefine the lines of life by which we live, that is when we begin to write our stories.

As children we’re taught to color in the lines, write inside the lined boxes, think inside the box, live in walled houses, and behave in a certain matter. We act by what is accepted, not by what is possible. Now stop. I know what you’re thinking. I am not telling you to go and break the law or sass your grandmother (I don’t need any more phone calls about disrespectful teenagers. I got an earful from the last one and a few choice words I care not to repeat.) There is a fine line however between what is permitted and what is accepted. Permitted behavior are lines such as laws while accepted behavior refers to what we show people in comparison to who we really are. I won’t talk much on permitted lines, those are lines we should try to follow. (They are there for our safety and protection.) However accepted lines are a different matter.

Admit it, we all behave in a way that is acceptable to other people. We like the same things as other people, just so that we can feel accepted and loved. But in the end you just wind up feeling lonely and empty, don’t we? Then there are the brave few, oh those gloriously wonderful people, who write their stories in books without lines. The people who are themselves, who don’t live on the structured lines of the accepted, but use their stories to redefine the possible.

Oh glorious people how I love you! Society classifies you as “Outcasts” and “Strange” because you’re different, but do not be discouraged! You can never truly be outcast once you erase the lines between possible and impossible. There are so many people out there that choose to live inside the lines of accepted behavior because they are afraid to let their pens flow.

Have you ever seen a blank piece of paper? No lines, no marks, just a white blank sheet. It’s one of the most beautiful things in existence. Just like a newborn baby it is both breathtakingly glorious and beautifully terrifying. It is a new beginning, and for a sliver of a moment it is perfect, without flaw or mistake. It’s the most terrifying feeling for a writer, a blank piece of paper. You have all these brilliant ideas dancing through your mind, over flowing like a faucet. But what is the point if you never write them down?

What is the purpose of life if all you ever do is think, think, think, but never do? What is thee point if that is all you ever do is bash thoughts around in your head like a tennis ball but never do anything? Please forgive my carelessness (I am only trying to be straight forward with you), but do not mistake it for judgment towards you.

You can live a lifetime and never experience life. For the longest time I did. I tried so hard to earn the acceptance of others. Then I woke up and realized the truth. No I wasn’t perfect though many people accused me because I try to do the right thing. (By the way it is terribly annoying when people tell you you’re an angel. It’s like, “Thanks for the compliment, but I really just want to punch you in the face right now.” Why? Because no one can be perfect because we are all face trial and error and fall short of perfection, to suggest otherwise is insulting. We all have our hardships and our failures, and the fact that we are flawed is humbling. But I digress.)

Writing those first words of a book, a letter, or your own life story can be terrifying. It’s your defining moment; it is how you begin your tale. But even more terrifying is the idea of never beginning.

“What is the purpose?” you ask. “Isn’t that what we began with?” Well you may disagree with me, but all life begin with an idea. A man and a woman had the idea of having a child and creating life. That idea developed into creation when it was enacted and nine months later brought life into the world. This simple yet eloquent process of birth defines our entire being in a nutshell. (Even for those of you who’s parents claim you were an ‘accident’, your life was created with purpose. Forgive me for being blunt, but I know where children come from, and I highly doubt your father slipped and fell on your mother and then said, “Oops! Sorry! My mistake.” Doesn’t work like that.)

We were created to live. In the beginning, God had an idea to create a world where his creations could live. That’s all He ever wanted, for us to live. Not just live a life but experience one. He created glorious universes for us to enjoy, explore and experience. He breathed us into life so that we could be with him. That first bond was broken (the Fall of Man) by the first sin, and separated us forever from perfection. Thank you by the way Adam and Eve, I don’t care what the world thinks. Yes they broke the rules, they disobeyed God, but who doesn’t? I know I haven’t followed the Bible word for word. I admit I am not perfect, I am far from it! (And the Bible is another Permitted Line, by the way.) But by doing this they showed us that no one can be perfect. It is impossible.

But guess what, while our mistakes, doubts, fears, vices, and sins can forever corrupt and destroy bonds between us and other people, they can never be broken between us and God. Can you believe it? Cause I never did! But it is true, 100%!! I grew up in a Christian home, but I never understood the depth of God’s love. (Not my parents’ or my pastors’ fault, it is a hard thing for a child to comprehend.) The idea that someone could love me not matter what I did. I strived so hard to be perfect, to do what I was told, to not be like everyone else. I dedicated and rededicated my life to God countless times but never felt like it was enough because I wasn’t perfect. Then I fell, just like every man. I fell hard. VERY hard. And in my fall I let go of everything that mattered and it nearly destroyed me. The worst part was, no one seemed to notice. All that work, all that effort to be perfect and no one even realized when I had fallen. But they all saw me when I got back up.

In that moment when I finally stood, I wasn’t alone. God gave me the same wake up call I am giving you now—Wake Up. You can keep living a life of disappointment or you can experience it the way that God designed it to be. God wants us to experience life to the fullest.

By living life, we are like candles lying in a dark room. Beautifully displayed, but unlit. My relationship with God, my Heavenly father and best friend, ignited my fire. An unlit candle can never know it’s true purpose because it is left in the dark. But a candle that has been lit shines a light that is impossible to ignore, and it can’t help but ignite the candles around it so that they too can experience fire inside.

God sent his son to die on the cross to mend the line that was broken by Adam and Eve centuries before. He was perfect, loved all of those around him (enemies and friends), died an innocent criminal, and conquered death for eternity so that we could be with him. We don’t have to be perfect. Isn’t that the best news ever? You don’t have to be perfect! Now that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want it and get away with it. It means that you can fall a million times and God will always be there to help you up again, if you will just let Him. Instead of stumbling around in the dark, light your candle with the fire of God. Let me tell you it burns beautifully, my fingers are on fire as I type and my heart is racing right now as I try to explain this incredible experience. There is no feeling like it in the universe.

So go ahead. Ridicule me. Tell me I’m wrong. Because I now know without a shadow of doubt that God is real and that Creation is real. I respect if you do not agree with me, but know that I was honest and straightforward with you throughout it all. 

Your life ends when your story begins. The moment you stop trying to live life is when you will truly experience it. Don’t try to live the perfect life projected by famous stars, magazine covers, or those portrayed by characters in movies and books. Instead live you’re your life as it was designed by our Divine Creator. Why am I so passionate about this? Because if you live your life how God designed it (by the way the How-To Guide can be found in a book known as “The Bible”) than I promise you, you will never feel inadequate, useless, bored, afraid, worthless, outcast, alone, or unloved. You will be ignited with a passion that will burn as long as you feed it with God’s love and truth. So go ahead, open your books, pull out your pens, and begin writing your story without lines or borders. 

Stop living life, and start experiencing it.

A Holiday to Remember

Once the porch lights have been turned off, decorations stuffed away in the attic, and the sticky hands of children grab the last of their Halloween plunder, most people begin planning for the biggest holiday of the year: Christmas. Christmas has more movies, songs, and advertisement than any other holiday. It is the apple in the eye of every boy and girl anxiously awaiting Old Saint Nick to deliver toys on the eve of our Savior's birth. While I too take joy in the Christmas festivities, my favorite holiday is the forgotten one that happens between October and December. Thanksgiving. 

Thanksgiving is a time to spend with your loved ones and share a meal together, while you reflect over all you've been blessed with. One thing I've realized over the years is that you don't have to have a picture perfect Thanksgiving, like the ones they show in magazines or on tv. It doesn't matter whether you're eating turkey subs in the hospital, the Thanksgiving special at Denny's, or having a traditional Thanksgiving feast. All that matters is that you spend it with the people you love. 

This Thanksgiving holiday I want to share three stories with you that have occurred this past month to show the holiday spirit of blessings and thankfulness. A story of miracles, a story of tragedy, and a story of hope. 
First a story of miracles. A few months ago, my cousin's boyfriend discovered he had kidney stones. Not the normal kind of kidney stones that you can pass on your own, but the kind that need to be surgically removed. He was shocked and overwhelmed, like anyone might be in this situation. Now for respect of his privacy, I will not share the full story. But this story actually started half a year previous to his discovery. 

It all began when he met my cousin, on an arranged date. My cousin now admittingly states that she wanted nothing to do with him, she didn't care for dating and was only going because the friend setting them up was her best friend's husband. She dressed in baggy clothes and tried to scare him away, luckily it didn't work. Soon they went on a second date, third date, and on and on until they became a steady couple. Everyone hopes to one day find a person that makes them happy beyond belief, and that's what this couple is. They make each other happy and want to be together whenever they can. Even if they're paying taxes, tryign out a new game, or simply doing nothing, they want to do it together. It wasn't until months into their relationship that things took a sudden turn when the news of a kidney stone surfaced.

Now I can't say for sure but as an outsider looking in, this tragic event brought them closer. My cousin began finding anyway possible to help him through this. She helped him stick to his kidney health diet by joining him. She went with him on doctors visits, saw him during lunch, and visited him more frequently so that he never felt alone. My cousin even opened up to strangers, another thing she hates, simply because they were his family and she wanted to keep them updated on his surgery.  Now my cousin is the least touchy-feely, sappy romantic girl I know, but she still did all of this for him.

When the time came for a surgery, she even took off at work (something she rarely does) so that she could stay by his side. The surgery actually took place this Monday, it was supposed to be a long and strenuous surgery. The doctors thought it might even take two rounds of surgery, but after much prayer from family members on both sides he made it through. It only took a single surgery for the kidney stones to be gone, which the specialist claimed to be her easiest case of the day (even though she thought it would be the hardest). Her boyfriend constantly says he wishes he had met her ten years earlier, but she always retaliates with "No, we met at just the right time." In all honesty it's one of the sweetest stories I've ever heard, and shows us that faith can conquer any obstacle. God has blessed us with good health, something that not everyone is blessed with this holiday season. 

Next a story of tragedy. Now I don't want to put a downer on the previous story, and this next one is a long story so I am going to summarize it. If you would like to read the full story, please click on the link. This story also hits me close to home, because it happened in my town at my school. I only met her on and we hardly spoke, but I had no idea it would be my first and last encounter with her. Her name was Payton Herrington. She was a freshman at the University of Texas at Tyler studying Mass Communications. She was a brilliant, kind girl who touched the lives of everyone she met. She died tragically  in a car accident with a motorcyclist named Daryll on November 14th. Now please do not misread my summary as disrespect. The reason I do not go into detail is if I did I would put all my readers (young and old, male and female) in tears. I do suggest you read the full story and honor the passing of this young lady with a few moments of your time, but I don't think I could describe her whole story as eloquently as the article can. I bring this story of tragedy, that occurred so close to the holidays, to your attention for this reason. You never know when death will hit you or a loved one. So much of our lives is spent in anger towards relatives, friends, or loved ones for menial disagreements. No matter what the issue, death should not end your feud before you have the chance to.

Why is it that we remember people best in death? 
Is it that we don't want to speak ill of the departed,
Or is it because our issues seem insignificant. 
People are always waiting for the right moment, 
That perfect opportunity where the stars align and everything is right. 
We forget to say I love you, 
Until we can no longer. 
We wait until tomorrow, 
Until there are no tomorrows left. 
Instead of waiting until death to let go of mistakes,
What if we looked past them today?
You'll never get a chance to say you're sorry, 
You won't hear I do until you wear your heart on your sleeve. 
Instead of living a life of 'what ifs',
Experience an adventure of 'why nots'. 
Don't wait until it's too late to speak your mind,
Because you never know when your time will come to an end.

Now lastly, I would like to end with a story of hope. I love to write. I might not be a Shakespearean Poet, and I'm definitely no Edgar Allen Poe. I dream of one day being as eloquent as Charles Dickens or Jane Austen. I want to make groundbreaking philosophical statements like Ray Bradbury and Suzanne Collins. I want to make other worlds come to life like J. R. R. Tolkien, Rick Riordan, and C. S. Lewis. Some of you reading this may think I'm insane for comparing myself to some of the greatest authors in history, but I think that it is quite possible for me to become as great as them. 

I write these blogs not to share the intimate details of my life or force my opinion down your throats like bad meatloaf. I write these as my way of sharing my beliefs and ideas to the world. While my possible best sellers are still in production, I have this blog to speak about the things that I believe in. 

If you've ever met me, I'm rather quiet. Most people mistake this for being shy. In all honesty, I have learned more about the world through listening than I have speaking. You'd be amazed how much you can learn by simply shutting your mouth and really listening to what people have to say. So many people, strangers even, have poured their hearts out to me in bathrooms, lobbies, classrooms, or benches simply because I stopped and listened. I have seen and learned much about the world that most people my age don't even think about. In my everyday life I feel almost suffocated, like I don't know how to express all these thoughts running through my head and that's why I write. 

Any well acclaimed author could tell you, writing stories isn't something you just do, it's a plague. A disease that wakes you in the middle of the night with a brilliant breakthrough that won't let you sleep until you've written it all down. (That's why I'm up so late now) Writing is visions of other worlds and dimensions where characters live through breathtaking stories. Many people say they never have good ideas for stories, but a true authors has story writng it in their blood. They don't create the stories and the characters, they're simply recording the dreams that repeat over and over in their minds and allow the characters to reach a goal or complete a task so that they too can find peace. It is the greatest feeling in the world for me. It might sound crazy. Most authors wouldn't admit this for fear people already thought they were insane. 

The reason I show the number of viewers my blog has is not so that I can rub it in your face, it's to give me hope. Whenever I see that number go up I feel like I can do anything if I truly put my heart into it. God has given me a talent, and I want to use that talent to reach people all over the world. 

This is my story of hope for you. We've all been given obstacles in life, challenges we must face, and tragedies we must overcome. Through all the hardships in my life and  after every bullet I've dodged, I found release in writing. When I am angry, lost, hurt, confused, happy, overwhelmed, or simply plagued with brilliance I write. We all have a muse that speaks to us, mine is my faith. Typically whenever I face an issue I turn to my faith or in past cases away from it. God is my rock, my entire life is built on Him and without it I crumble. Whenever challenges come my way, I turn to my Heavenly Father and I am given revelation that I express through writing. Writing helps me overcome issues or express my excitement. We all have some outlet, whether it's music, sports, writing, painting, tinkering, math, cooking or maybe something else. Whatever you love doing, do it. As my favorite baseball player Babe Ruth said, "Don't let the fear of striking out hold you back." 

We each have a different destiny. If we were all the same, life would be dull. No matter how you show your talents, whether it's playing guitar on the corner, singing your heart out at a local coffee shop, throwing a football, or even writing a blog find your outlet. Some outlets make careers, while others were meant to be our way to connect to the world. 

Just like the trees shed their leaves in the autumn and begin anew, we too can let go of our past failures and find our roots. Some people wait until New Years to try and start over, but it's when we reverie over our mistakes, failures, ans blessings that we truly discover what matters and who we are. Be thankful for all the blessings you have as you sit down to eat Thanksgiving dinner this year. You have been blessed with your health, your loved ones, and your talents. We have been given these gifts, and yet they're the things we take for granted more than anything else. This Thanksgiving holiday, do as Charles Dickens once said, "Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many--not on your past misfortunes which all men have some." Not all of us have everything all together, but we do have one thing in common. No matter what size or shade of our rain clouds, there will always be a silver lining. You just have to look for it. 

Small but not Insignificant

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Think about it. Logically speaking, of course it still makes a sound. Sound is vibrations that travel through the air or another medium and can be heard when they reach a person's or animal's ear. Even if no one is listening, the question does not ask if it can be heard it asks does it make a sound. With that in mind, if a child speaks in a crowd of adults but no one is paying attention, does he make a sound? Like the first question the answer is obviously yes, but then we see that the second half is also true. He may make a sound, but is he heard? 

One of the most misunderstood and valuable sources in our world is children. Why? Children hold the key to unlocking every door, overcoming every conquest, challenging every opposition, and creating the unthinkable. How? Children have something that we adults have lost after many years of hearing the phrases "You can not", "You will not", "You're Wrong", and so many more. As adults we have learned the evils of the world and that if you want to be successful you must not step on anyone's toes. This is pretty much requires us to be a telepathic genius like Professor X and even he steps on toes sometimes (or technically rolls since he's in a wheel chair). Children are never afraid of stating the obvious but unsaid. "You smell funny", "Why did that girl hurt herself with so many piercings?", "Why did that man draw a silly picture on his arm?", "Why is she so scared, doesn't she know Jesus will protect us?", and so on. Children are not afraid to say anything. Whether it is mean, true, or both.

Why is it so hard for us to wear our heart on our sleeves? The reasons kids cry, scream, and jump for joy all the time is because they don't want to contain their emotions. With a kid, when you ask how they feel they'll tell you point blank. Even if point blank means "You're stupid." While some kids are just rude, most are simply honest. Unlike adults who feel the need to step around toes to keep from hurting people's feelings or making things awkward, kids are the toe smashing champions that do the most awkward things like running around the yard buck naked just for the heck of it. 

As for adults, we can't even confess when we have feelings for another person let alone tell people how we feel 24/7. Why is that? I have no right to lecture my audience because I do the same thing. But I do wonder, why it is so terrifying for us? 

Fiction authors use kids in adventure novels as heroes for two reasons (probably more, but I'm going to list two). One, kids are open to new ideas and adventures. As adults if someone came up and told us we were the son or daughter of a Greek god or goddess (I'm a HUGE Rick Riordan fan) we'd tell them they needed to lay off the booze and weed and get real. Kids however are open to new ideas, maybe to a point of ignorance at times but still. Kids are naturally believers, while adults need proof. Two, kids have a pure innocence that projects hope to the readers. Whether they're fighting a dragon, holding the sky, climbing a mountain, or saving their parents from inevitable peril, when we read about kids doing these things it's inspiring. I mean come on, if you read about a twelve year old saving his best friend from being eaten by a Cyclops than you'd feel like you could do anything. 

Perhaps it is fiction, but authors write for many reasons, one of which is to inspire other people with their work. I promise you there is not a writer in the world (and if I am wrong feel free to slap me) who would be angry if you said their work inspired you. Whether it's a fictional story about a girl volunteering as tribute for a post apocalyptic death match to save her sister or a non fictional story about a person who abused drugs and alcohol their whole life only to find escape through God. Just about every story is inspiring, unless it's one of those special 'adult' books that love the intimate details (who knows, maybe for you but not so much for me). However, think about a story about a 34 year old man saving a woman from drowning in comparison to a kid saving a woman from drowning. Both are inspiring and should be thanked for their selfless deed, but when we hear a kid do something inspiring it makes us want to do something inspiring that much more. 

Have you ever sat down and had a conversation with a kid? Like an actual conversation, not baby talk or a condescending discussion but an actual conversation. Kids are smarter than you think and they have an untapped potential view on the world that is inspiring. I work with kids a lot in children's ministry, and let me tell you that when an adult sits down and talks about common interest like books, movies, video games, or life in general, you see their eyes light up and their hearts jump for joy. 

We can't talk to babies because they haven't yet learned how to form words or how to express how they feel other than crying. But we have a new name for toddlers, kids, and teenagers for a reason, because as they develop through life they learn how to make smart decisions, communicate properly, and talk on a higher intellectual level. As kids grow older they gain experience through being bullied, ignored, teased, praised, hurt, loved, and even betrayed. 

When I was a kid, I was always more mature than kids my age (mainly because I was use to being with older kids and even elderly people, so I knew how to entertain myself sitting still or playing the big kid games) but this always made me kind of an outcast. I never really did anything wild and crazy in high school like TP a house, egg a car, or really do anything against the rules. Granted I wasn't a perfect angel (though some people annoyingly accuse me of being so) and I did a few stupid things as a kid, but never anything wild and insane like most people. I never went to parties where there was alcohol or drugs (nor was I ever invited) and I've never really been spontaneously irrational because I always think of what the repercussions of my actions will be. I was different as a kid, but when adults looked at me all they saw was a high strung teenage girl who knew nothing about love or life, a smart or shy and awkward kid who they thought might be mute, or something else. 

No I don't want a pity party, (don't make me kick you in the shin) but this is what all kids go through. They want adults to listen to them and not act like they already know what they're about to say and what the answer is. I remember an incident in elementary school that happened because every adult thought they knew the whole story, but failed to ask the kid what their side of the story was. 

"He's just a kid, he doesn't know anything." You're wrong. Kids know a lot more than we give them credit for. So next time instead of writing off a kid as just a stupid robot monkey that eats, sleeps, poops, and whines until ***POOF!*** they magically turn into an adult, take the time to listen to kids. They're smart, creative, brave, and kind. If you give kids a chance and just listen, I promise you'll be surprised by what they will say. 

Philosophers may argue centuries over whether the chicken came before the egg, whether the glass is half empty or half full, and even whether a tree makes a sound when it falls and there is no one around to hear it. But it doesn't take a genius to know that if a kid talks in a room crowded with adults he does in fact make a sound. The only question is, will you be willing to listen? 

What is Your Fairy Tale?

For many of us, the topic of fairy tale is nothing more than a childhood fantasy. It's an unrealistic dream that people in the everyday world use to give them an energy boost to make it through these dreary, mediocre lives we must live. As we get older we get used to the phases, "Wake up, fairy tales don't happen in real life." and "Welcome to the real world, kid." So we might as well accept the fact that fairy tales are nothing more than ink fiction that covers the pages of child books with lies, right?

WRONG. 

My hope for true fairy tales in this upside down, crazy world had all but vanished, that is until I was slapped awake to the truth. "Bull," my anonymous gentleman friend told me, quoting his wise church companion. "Fairy tales are real. I am living my fairy tale every day. You just need to find your fairy tale and go out there and live it." 

Why do we give up on fairy tales? Is it because love seems like an impossible feat? Is it because nearly half of marriages end in divorce? Or maybe we've just been searching for Mr./Mrs. Right so long that we've simply given up that it would ever happen. 

I'm not going to tell you that there's a way to save every marriage or that there's something wrong with couples that have been married more than once. But I will tell you something my anonymous gentleman friend told me, to paraphrase his wise mother. "Look out in the sky and pick a star," she told him. "There are an infinite number of stars out there. While you sit here and wonder if you'll ever find love, your soul mate is out there wondering where you are."

Have you ever noticed that all Fairy tales have a "Happily Ever After"? This is the only part about fairy tales I don't believe. Even after the dashing hero in tights sweeps the maiden off her feet, there's more that happens as they ride towards the sunset. I think that this is why so many people don't believe in fairy tales. It's not the Once Upon a Time, it's the Happily Ever After. 

If you found a precious jewel, you would treasure it. Some people might sell it, but others might keep it and savor it. The jewel would be put on a pedestal for all to admire and long for. If someone tried to steal this jewel, the owner would fight to get it back. No matter how many years pass, the story would be the same. But now imagine that this precious jewel was left out. The owner prized it at first, but after a while he got tired of cleaning it, caring for it, watching it, and treasuring it. What would happen? The jewel would get covered in dirt and dust. The beautiful shine would fade over the years making it look old and plain. Nothing would protect it from robbers, rain, cars, or even natural disasters. And one day, eventually, it would be shattered and lost forever. 

This is like love. As people, we expect our Happily Ever Afters to come before the Once Upon a Time. But if you don't prize the jewel, or the heart of your spouse, than what is keeping it safe, clean, shining, and beautiful? I know I'm not married yet, and I haven't even been engaged, but if you're reading this you know that I am right. If a couple wants to keep their relationship thriving with love and romance they must both put forward the effort to prize the gem. 

I know what you married people are thinking. Well how can I prize a man who doesn't even love himself? or How can I take care of her when she is constantly nagging me? Like I said, it's a jointed effort. They do call it "joined in holy matrimony" don't they? 

Do you really think that Prince Valiant never got annoyed with Snow White's high pitched voice and obsession with midgets? Do you think that Cinderella wasn't annoyed by Prince Charming's foot fetish? And do you honestly believe that Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) wasn't driven mad with Prince Philip's creeper like tendencies (dancing with strangers in the forest and kissing women in their sleep)? We all have flaws and annoying habits, even in fairy tales. Nobody's perfect, but that doesn't mean their worth our patience, love, and care. 

I highly doubt that the troubles of the fairy tale princes and princesses ended as they rode into the sunset. All couples have problems, especially after marriage. But by working together to honor, respect, care for, protect, and cherish the precious jewel we call love, than our fairy tales become reality. 

I believe with all my heart that there are real life fairy tales out there happening everyday, and now I'd like you to share yours. After reading this, please send me an email or a Facebook message and tell me your story. I will keep your names confidential, but I would love to show this world real examples of true love. 

I can't share my story, because my fairy tale is still being written. Here's my parting advice for my single readers (as well as a few of my married ones). Don't focus on living "Happily Ever After" but instead allow yourself to live in "Once Upon a Time". Cherish this life you have, because once it's done that's it, no do overs.

If you have ever seen the movie 50 First Dates you know it's one of the most romantic stories ever. Even though your spouse may not have short term memory loss (I'm sure some of you wish they did) I encourage you to live in this Once Upon a Time mindset that Henry Roth (Adam Sandler) portrays to Lucy Whitmore (Drew Barrymore). Even though he could have had any girl in the world, Roth fell in love with a girl who would forever live the same day every day for the rest of her life. Instead of being discouraged or scared off by Whitmore's father, brother, and friends, Roth goes out of his way to find a new way to make her fall in love with him every day. Despite her condition, he loves her without fault. Later in the movie he even makes VHS tapes (that's right! Good old video tapes!) to remind her of everything she forgot, and then proceeds to make her fall in love with him again (even after they have a kid).

When his best friend Ula asks him if he's sure he wants to marry her, even when she gets old, fat, ugly, and naggy (paraphrasing of course) Roth answers without hesitation "I do". If all couples could live in this Once Upon a Time mindset where they love each other unconditionally and put forth the efforts to make each other fall in love every day, than the world will see less divorce and more true love stories.

Someone once said, "Every once in awhile in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale." So tell me, when has love handed you a Fairy Tale?

Things are changing...

So I hope my readers noticed the changes on my blog. It's because I decided I'm going to change things up a bit around here. Instead of JUST writing about everyday superheroes, I'm going to write about a broad spectra of things. Hopefully that means that I will update more often, lots of stuff happening in school ya know ;)

<3 Becky

It's been a while...

Sorry it's been so long since I posted, hopefully you are all still interested in everyday superheroes.

My posting will probably go down to once a month instead of every week. I just hope college doesn't overwhelm me to the point I can't do this at all anymore. Tomorrow there will be another post about a superhero I didn't get the chance to write about. :)

Until then, enjoy this pic! I made it for you!!! #hotkoolaid

#ironman #thor #mchammer #avengers

Super Moms!

In world reeked of villains that crawl among society in our everyday world, one hero rises above them all. Though constantly badgered, this hero is loved by all, she is—SUPER MOM!!!

Now while this category is very broad, because there are billions of amazing super moms that save the day one diaper at a time, I’d like to take this time to focus on a specific mom. My mom.

Now my mom is probably one of the top Super Moms there is. Like all moms and daughters, we get in fights, but I could never have wished for a better mom. My mom has always been there for me through thick and thin. Regardless of her hectic schedule, she’s always attended every one of my plays, recitals, banquets, fundraisers and other events over the years.

Now for the past few years my mom has been attending college, first at TVCC and then at A&M Commerce in Corsicana. Not only did she go back to school, but she also has been working a full time job at the Elementary School as a Preschool Aid. Even after dealing with over forty runny nose, screaming, hyper children she volunteers her time weekly (multiple times each week) as Children’s Church Director at our church. But her heroics don’t end here. While she has balanced a full time job, part time job, and college she has also managed to be our mom (another full time job).

I am so proud of her, not because she’s mastered the art of multitasking but because she took on so much and gave each item her all. She graduated from college with a degree in education with honors (3.5 GPA). She works hard to get to class early in order to greet her students so that they have the best possible day. She plans fun activities and exciting curriculums for the children’s church kids rather than just letting them play dodge ball or video games. She also makes an effort to always be there for us at every event, to wipe away every tear, hear every laugh, rub every sick tummy, and kiss every boo-boo. While I know she hates the fact that she couldn’t be there for our every hour, she was there for the important stuff.

I love my mom. Not just because she’s the woman who carried me around in her tummy like a watermelon for nine months and then brought me into this world, but also because she is so amazing at what she does. I still don’t know how she manages it all, but she does. The only explanation? Mom is a super hero (but it’s no secret). Even though moms are just there for helpful advice in the superhero world, in the real world they rise above most other heroes as one of the greats.

The other day I met a woman who was crying because she was going through a difficult divorce, she had dropped out of college when she was young and had no degree, and her kids were not proud of her. In fact, she told me that they were ashamed of her.

It sickens me to think that anyone could feel this way about their mother. Now I know not all mothers are Super Moms, but they are still you’re mother and they love you. I can’t imagine being any less proud of my mother, she’s incredible and that’s how everyone should feel about their mothers.

Now not only is my mother Super Mom, but she also makes me laugh more than anything else on this planet. My best friend and I have a book of quotes from my mother (I’ve listed a few of my favorites below).

Momisms:

Parafanaliya: Parifanara- Things I don’t want there

Graduees: Graduates

Oldest Runing Show:

Dad: Dr Who's been airing since I was a kid.
Mom: That show is THAT OLD?!?!

Driving Lesson 101:

*Me and my best friend are talking while I drive*

Mom: Becky! You need to focus! F-O-U-C-K! FOCUS!

Me and BFF: What?! *LMAO*

Mom: Focus, isn’t that how you spell it? Oh wait I missed a letter!

Me: More than that…

I love my mom very much, and I am so proud of her! She makes me laugh and smile, and she’s always there when I need her. Thanks for everything mom! You’re the best.

While it is for comedic purposes, the mom song is a great explanation of all mom’s have to do (And some dad’s).

So if you didn’t do it yesterday, (even if you did) go give your mom an extra special hug and thank her for all that she’s done.

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in like a month. It’s been crazy, but I hope you all gave your moms a hug and told her you loved her yesterday (and everyday, moms rock)! And don’t forget to give your dad a fist bump. Happy Mother’s Day!

Clearing the Way

You can’t judge a book by it’s cover and you can’t judge a hero by his name. After watching a few Literal Trailers by Tobuscus or “If _____ Were Real” videos by Smosh it’s obvious that taking things literally or realistically can give it a whole new meaning. Heroes with names like “Ant Man” make people laugh their socks off. They laugh at this hero by simply hearing his name, and not witnessing his incredible powers. Just like Smosh and Tobuscus, people take the literal meaning of the name as a joke instead of actually seeing the hero for who he is (Not shooting down Tobuscus or Smosh, I’m subscribed to both on YouTube). Now the butt of all the ‘everyday superhero’ jokes isn’t even recognized as a hero. But then again, before you read my blog how many of my everyday heroes did you actually recognize as heroes?

This hero however is literally the butt of all jokes, there’s even an app for it. If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m taking about Plumbers. If you’re a kindred spirit of my dad’s than you probably bought the app “Plumber’s Crack”. While this app is funny for certain audiences, it sends a shameful image to the Plumbers audience.

Now a lot of you are probably thinking, “How’s a plumber a hero? At least heroes cover up their rears and save more than my pipes!” Well, that’s where you’re wrong.

My family has been friends with another family for about 16 years now, it all began when their oldest son Drake and I went to preschool together and became friends. Now his younger brother Nick, that I’ve known since before he was born, is working as a plumber. My younger brother jokingly asked if his butt showed when he was working. Nick laughed and told him no, he actually was supposed to wear an spandex like suit that prevented exposure of his rear. He actually would lose a great sum of money from his daily pay if he was exposed.

I’m not entirely sure where the plumber’s crack jokes started. Maybe in the ‘Old Days’ Plumbers would sometimes have their posteriors exposed since they primarily worked while bending over and their heavy utility belts would pull their pants down. I don’t know about you but I would be devastated if that happened to me while I was on business. It’s kind of like in Phineas and Ferb (yes, I watch that show, love it!) when Doofensmirtz had a video from college of him rollerblading in a superhero cape and underwear into a toilet. It didn't take long before the video went viral. He was so embarrassed he couldn’t leave his house, let alone his bathroom, without being laughed at. He was so devastated that he built an inator to erase it from everyone’s minds and all records (universal). Unfortunately his scheme didn’t go as planned, but this is very similar to what is happening to plumbers. Perhaps a few plumbers accidentally expose themselves and suddenly become a universal joke in the corporate world.

Did you know there is an actual plumber hero in the superhero world? He fights fire breathing dragons, saves princesses, rides dinosaurs, and eats mushrooms that give him superpowers. That’s right. I’m talking about the world’s favorite Italian Plumber with the catchphrase, “It’s a me, Mario!”

This Italian Plumber has captured the hearts of the world since 1981 his début in the classic arcade game “Donkey Kong”. Since then this superhero has appeared in over 200 games and become the face of Nintendo. And not one of them, I might add, does he expose his rear.

Just as Mario is a vital part of the video game and superhero world, Plumbers are an important part of our world. Just like garbage men and janitors, plumbers do the nasty jobs that no one else wants to do. (Even if it means constantly saving a Princess from a psychotic dragon without receiving any thanks.) Plumbers do the dirty jobs and clear the way for us bystanders that normally just stand by. So before you make another plumber crack joke or buy that new app update for your iPhone, make sure you take a moment to realize that Plumber’s aren’t a joke.

Next time you get the chance, thank your plumber for his hard work and determination. Even if you don’t agree with my philosophy, do you really think you should be teasing the guy that has power over your toilet? Some nasty stuff goes down in there, and you don’t want him dropping your tooth brush in there while your back is turned, do you? ;)

Sorry I've been out

Hey guys! It's me, Becky! I just wanted to apologize for this week's delay. I was super busy last week with a major presentation and Easter and lots of other important stuff! I will try to post by the end of the week and as a bonus I'm going to make a vlog episode for your patience! This week's post will count for last week  and this week, which is why I'm including the vlog to make up for it. Luckily my super busy life is slowing down a bit, so hopefully there will be no more delays. Thanks again so much for reading my blog! Can't tell you guys how cool it is to have you all reading my superhero posts!

Thank you guys!

Becky

Focusing On What's Important

Sometimes it’s really hard to listen. To sit back, stop talking, and focus. As Mr. Han once told Dre Parker in the new Karate Kid movie, “Your focus needs more focus.” We live in a world that is in desperate need of more focus. We prioritize so much on entertaining ourselves with things like internet, cell phones, dating, social media, texting, movies, television, music, games, and people. When was the last time you separated yourself from the world? When did you last turn off the music, your cell phone, laptops, and all the other distractions and just listened? Listen to the silence. But nobody has the attention span anymore to stop and focus. The lack of focus is why we miss so much in life, like these everyday superheroes. We take advantage of having heroes like these in our lives, not realizing that in a second they can be taken away.

I know I normally joke and tease until the cows come home, but I have something important I need to discuss with you this week. I know some of you might not listen. Some might close off my blog and some may never return. But I hope not. I hope that today’s message speaks to you more than any other post ever will, because it is the that important. Today I need to tell you about the most important hero of all. A man who’s sacrifice is not only forgotten, but is more often ignored and classified as fiction.

If a man jumped on a bomb to save the lives of his brigade or took a bullet so that someone else could survive, would you ignore his sacrifice? Could you look into his mother’s eyes and tell her that his sacrifice meant nothing, that her pain and tears when she watched her son die were worthless. Could you look into the eyes of all of his family, friends, and the people who watched him die and tell them that he never existed. No, nobody could, right? Wrong.

Would you believe me if I told you that I know someone who burdened himself with the weight of all your mistakes? Would you believe he took all your lust, your lies, your hate, and everything else that makes you less than perfect? He did. His name was, and is, Jesus Christ. If you just rolled your eyes or made a snide comment please reread the previous paragraph. Does it seem so impossible now?

I can’t tell you how many heated debates I’ve witnessed about the Bible v. Society. None of them ever end pretty. So many people want proof. Once they’ve seen the proof they only demand more. It’s like my favorite childhood story, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”, once you give them what they ask for they only ask for more. They move on a continuous loop, never satisfied with our answers. I have seen people accept scientific theories with little to no evidence quicker than they accept the Bible that has mountains of authenticity. But I’m not here to throw a Bible at you and tell you how to live your life. That’s up to you, and nobody else.

I can’t compare Jesus to any superhero because there is no one else in the universe that is like him, and none will ever compare. He healed the sick, blind, and lame. He fed thousands of people with a meal that could feed only a single man. He calmed the storms. He walked on water! These are just a few of his incredible miracles.

Every hero has his greatest battle, the one that causes readers and viewers to baffle in wonder. How could the hero possible win this and come out alive? A few examples of these might be The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises. But something inside our gut will tug at our heart with one small grasp of hope and tells us that everything will work out. For Jesus, his greatest battle was when he had the world turn their backs on him. Much like Batman in the Dark Knight series, the world went from loving him to hating him almost overnight.

The day before Jesus was arrested, people lay down palm branches and praised him. This was the ultimate form of respect and honor. One of Jesus’ friends betrayed him, the rest denied d abandoned him. When he was tried before Pilate, he stood alone in front of the thousands of people who had worshiped him just the day before. The crowd allowed their focus to be eschewed. They told Pilate to crucify the man they called Hosanna, King, Savior, and Lord less than a day ago.

Imagine you lost everything. Literally—take a moment and realize what you’d do without all those gadgets that keep your life interesting, all the people you text and tweet, everything you know and love was just gone. Jesus knew it was coming, it was what he came here to do. How many of us can say that as kids we knew our purpose was to die for the mistakes of others? I can’t and I know you can’t.

Crucifixion is the most brutal, inhumane, and most painful way to die. First they took off his clothes and whipped him until you could no longer see flesh, only blood and the layers of muscle underneath his skin. A crown of thorns was pressed on his head. Jesus was forced to carry his own deathbed though the town and up a hill. A man stopped to help him carry the cross, but once they were at the top nails were driven through Jesus’ hands and feet as he hung from a “t” shaped tree. Even as the soldiers gambled for his clothes, Jesus asked God to forgive them. He begged his Father God to forgive his persecutors, betrayers, and everyone.

At the moment of his death he took upon himself all the sin that had ever been and will ever be. This is no happy, sunshiny bedtime story. This is real. He died. Jesus DIED. As in left this world and went to hell. He paid the ultimate sacrifice so that we didn’t have to go to hell for being imperfect. He was perfect so that we don’t have to be. Jesus died for all of us, even you. Even me. Every time I hear this story I cry. It’s almost too good to be true. Jesus lived a perfect life so that I don’t have to.

So many people refuse to provide the personal evidence that makes the truth so real you can taste it. I am not perfect, I never will be. Jesus saved my life. I will save you the details but it boils down to this. I was alone. I had friends, family, and a life yet I felt alone. I had this empty hole in my heart that could not be filled. I went to church every Sunday since I was a kid. I was baptized. I accepted Jesus multiple times. When I was little, I was afraid God wouldn’t take a sinner me so I would rededicate myself every time they offered to because I wanted so badly to be with Him. It was sophomore year. I had a boyfriend who’s love for me was not pure but I fought to not give in, mentally and physically. I’m sorry if you’re a friend of mine or a family member but it’s the truth, and sometimes people need to hear multiple intertwined truths to believe them both. I was constantly trying to escape my home by going to other people’s houses and to drama practice. No reason except that I was selfish and could not face my family with my fears and guilt. I built up a wall and perfected my poker face. I lied and no one caught me. No one saw my misery, or if they did they ignored it. I was alone. I felt I had no where to go and no one to talk to. I was so afraid. Someone once told me they didn’t understand people who were depressed, and that they just needed to get over it themselves. I had to hold myself to keep from slapping him hard across the face. Until you have held that bottle of pills, loaded gun, or rope you have no idea how much pain, hatred, and misery can be contained inside one person. I have been there and I never want to go back.

One day when I was home alone a voice came to me, a voice that was familiar like an old friend but distant like a stranger. The voice said, “What are you doing? Look you can keep going down this path you’re on but my plan for you is so much better than what you have planned.” That was at that moment that I turned my life around. I haven’t had a suicidal thought since. Has life been tough? Heck yes, even tougher than before my depression and it only gets worse. But I don’t let it get to me. Why? Because now I have a sturdy foundation in God. Whatever the devil does to knock me down will not sway me away from my Father; God is my Father, the One and Only God, the King of all Kings, the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End. He is my everything.

The devil could not keep Jesus in his fiery prison. After three days Jesus raised from the dead and opened the path for all those who believed in God to go to heaven. If you want to go to heaven all you need to do is believe. Just like Karate Kid when Dre focused and believed that he had the power to win, he performed a move that only elite masters could attempt and he won. He proved that good concurs evil, no matter what challenges are thrown their way. That’s exactly what Jesus did, for me and you. So let go of materialistic items that consume our everyday world. Focus on what’s important. As cliché as it sounds, You Only Live Once. Don’t wait until it’s to late. Every day I wonder what would have happened if I had taken my own life. I think about my family, friends, lives I’ve touched, and lives I want to touch. Now that I’ve told my story, it’s time to tell yours.

If you would like to talk to someone about my post, please email me, message me, or contact me in some way. If you need help larger than me I know some great and strong believers who can help you. Thank you for giving me your time. That’s all I could ever ask for.

Between the Lines

Every picture is worth a thousand words. This is a phrase that has been used over and over to the point that we're almost born with it as common knowledge. But no one has ever dared to question who's responsible for writing the thousand words. The right writer can make any picture, let alone situation, appear to be good or bad. Words that can be beautiful or ugly, captivating or sickening, inspirational or detrimental, all of which can send a clear and unwavering message to the beholder. Between the Lines of every story is an underlying  meaning that seems to hold more power than the original message, because the tone can set the entire story. Between every superhero and supervillain is a meddling journalist who puts their life on the line just to get a good story. Journalist are one of the few heroes that appear in both the comic book world and the real life world, but in neither are they recognized as heroes. Journalist are seen more as a nuisance than a hero. In the life of Superman, Lois Lane's nose for news stories always seems to get her into trouble, which obligates Superman to come rescue her.
However, Journalist have one of the strongest powers of any superhero in comics or in our everyday lives. Journalist have the power to sway the public's opinion by how they present the news. Even Superman disguised himself as Clark Kent with a pair of glasses and a tie in order to stay up to date with the current news that was so easily accessed by journalist. In the superhero world they'd be given the gift of mind control, powers that can be used for good but more often are used for evil. Mind control tempts it's beholder to joining the dark side, giving them a false sense of power. This is why so many people hate (As Lady Gaga would say) the "Papa-paparazzi!"
In our everyday world, journalist pushed closer towards joining the dark side. Why? Because we as the paying audience are not satisfied with the real everyday stories of truth, happiness, and justice. While people complain about all of the terrible things happening in the world, editors and producers watch the ratings drop when the wicked times are down and the happy times go up. Because of our materialistic world with the constant question, "What's in it for me?", journalist must dig for the dirty little secrets of the most honest people in order to earn their paycheck and excel in their career. In the movie The Devil Wears Prada, journalist Andy Sachs is almost laughed out of Runway when she mentions a story she wrote about news of the real world. Eventually, this article was read and approved by another editor, but unfortunately most people yawn at such news just as Emily and Miranda did.
I'm actually on the newspaper staff at my high school. Once I had to write an article over the school's new "Educational Foundation" Program. Sounds pretty boring doesn't it? I could have made the story bland and boring because I was upset I had been given this topic, instead I tried my best to make it intriguing and fascinating  I succeeded. While students usually buy the paper to see if they are in it, I received many compliments on the Educational Foundation Story.
Journalist have a power that is incomprehensible to all non-writers. If the journalist writes in a way that reflects their own point of view without directly stating their opinion, their opinion is still recognized through the lines of the story. Outside the lines is a story that tells the facts, whether they be true facts or false is up to the journalist's pen (or keyboards today). Inside the lines is definite truth, how the journalist wants us to think, what they want us to feel, what they want us to believe, and what they need us to see. A good journalist can make any story interesting, and he or she can do it without lying or manipulating the minds of the readers.
We used to live in a world of trust and honesty where people could leave their doors unlocked, leave their keys in their cars, and believe what they read. Today we live in a world where we can't even trust our closest friends let alone the stranger who claims to be homeless, we have multiple locks on our cars, houses, and even phones, and nobody believes anything they read no matter how many times they read it or even if they see it for themselves. Why have we allowed our world to become so dark and deformed? I challenge you journalist, why don't we try to turn this world around for the better? I for one would like to not forget another password or loose another set of keys. I have had serious trust problems my entire life that have only gotten worse as I've gotten older. I don't want to live in my invisible box my entire life, it's very lonely and I want to let someone in without getting hurt, again. With my fellow writers and journalist we have the power to change that. We have the power to change the mindset of the people from one of negativity and dishonesty to positivity and honesty. So what do you say? Let's pull out our laptops, pens, and notepads of justice and seek out the light of hope at the end of this long dark tunnel. As a wise philosopher once said, "With great power, comes great responsibility." Peter Parker's Uncle Ben was absolutely correct when he said this. Words are the most invaluable source of power available, which is why we should take responsibility of not only the words we speak and write, but also of the words that go unspoken Between the Lines. For these words are by far the most powerful.

The Little Things in Life

In the comic book world of superheroes, the small hero is the butt of all jokes. Captain America for example. He is my favorite hero because he had the qualities of a hero before Steve Rogers was Captain America, that’s what made him a hero. Unfortunately not everybody shares my point of view (though it’d be a very boring planet if they did) and instead Rogers was harassed by people who were bigger than him. In the real world we see the same thing happen to the ‘little heroes’ in life. Now I’m not talking about children, (I will get to that hero later) I’m talking about the little people in life. The people who work at places like fast-food restaurants, gas stations, libraries, coffee shops, retail stores, and grocery stores (just to name a few). In the comic book world, they are much like Rogers, heroes with powers that are seen as ‘insignificant’ and ‘menial’. Why? Because they aren’t flashy and showy! I once got in an argument with my little brother’s best friend because he refused to admit that Captain America was a superhero simply because he didn’t have flamboyant powers like Iron Man or Thor. That is how the world views these heroes! They see them as little and insignificant, meaningless and menial. As Milan Kundera once said, “There are no small parts. Only small actors.” Imagine for a moment a world without little heroes, where everybody tried to work the job of the ‘flamboyant’ and ‘showy’ characters. Can you imagine a world of only lawyers? How would we get a morning cup of coffee when we’re running late without someone to work a Starbucks? Nobody would need a lawyer, because they’d be one themselves. The world would descend into pure chaos without the little people to help make ends meet. In a clock, all the gears have to turn together in order for the clock to continue spinning. Sometimes, the smallest gear is the one that keeps the big gears going. Even if the smallest gear went missing, the whole clock would stop operating without it. That is exactly how our world is. We can’t function without the little people. The ‘bigger’ people try and demean the little people by saying their insignificant and worthless. But how ‘big’ would those people be if they didn’t have little people to help them up and make them function. These heroes may be small, but they can make a huge difference. Even in the superhero world the little people, or ‘sidekicks’, keep the hero from completely falling apart. Think about how Batman would survive without Robin or Alfred. In a movie, everyone appraises the actors for their brilliant portrayal of the characters. In our society the people on camera are appraised and at the highest class of our society. But nobody ever takes a second glance at the credits to the guy behind the camera. The actors would be nothing without the crew of technicians, writers, camera men, make up artist, set designers, and all of the little people it takes to make the movie look amazing! Yes, the actors are important, but nobody cares to look at the people who are shining the spotlights down. Most people want to look over these small heroes, but I refuse. It’s the Little Things in Life that make it all worthwhile. So why don’t we appreciate these little things? Just as previous heroes before, don’t take advantage of these heroes’ kind deeds simply because you think your better than them. Be thankful and kind, ask them how their day was instead of expecting them to love hearing about your drama. If we overlook these heroes than we will only bring our own downfall. We have all seen the Hollywood cliché of the hero that turns into a villain, but what nobody realizes is that really happens! Those of us drama geeks who have followed the play Wicked can never see The Wizard of Oz the same again. Elphaba was once a misunderstood, fiery, and talented girl that became the Wicked Witch of the West because everyone treated her badly. They made fun of her appearance and the fact that she was different. Heroes turn into villains all the time in comic book world and real life. So let’s not waste another moment and risk letting these valuable heroes turn against us. Take the time to appreciate the Little Things in Life.

Anything for Anthony

Hey I know this is early for a post, and don't worry this isn't my everyday superhero post for the week. My MomD (grandma) took a look at my blog and told me a story similar to Emma's posted in the corner. There's 10 year old boy who has been fighting congenital heart disease. He is in desperate need of a transplant. Read his story here.

He needs your help! Remember how I mentioned organ donors are heroes? Unfortunately the hospitals that help with the transactions from hero to victim need money to keep going, Anthony is in need of $500,000 that his family does not have. They have already raised half of the donations needed to get his transplant. So what do you say? You've all read my blog about real life heroes, so how would you like to be one? You don't have to donate alot, any amount can help! Click here to donate. Please, Don't be a bystander who stands by, be the hero that this world needs, and the one it deserves.

Power in Numbers

While typical nerds invest their lives in the fictional heroes they find in comic books and video games, I'm glad that my readers can invest themselves in the real heroes found in our everyday world. What do you think of when I say blood? Automatically I think of vampires. Vampires like Count Dracula from to old black and white film. Scary people, in need of a good tan, with razor sharp teeth that can bite right through your skin but can't manage to bite through a slice of pizza. (We Italians are safe though cause we eat so much garlic it's poisonous to them!) Unfortunately modern culture has put a different image in the minds of the world, especially teenage girl. Last time I checked, REAL vampires do NOT sparkle! But fairies do, maybe Twilight's Edward was the offspring of a fairy and his/her vampire lover. Maybe that's why the Twilight vampires don't drink Bella and everyone else in town's blood and can withstand the sunlight. Don't worry I'm not here to criticize the book. Actually I'm here to bring a hero out of these words that make girls swoon (and not just because they think blood is icky). In the superhero world, this hero can multiply in numbers and save billions of other people's lives in the process. I'm talking about blood donors. Last week I asked for suggestions on who my next superhero should be, and my friend Nyc who works for Carter Blood Care suggested Blood Donors. So many people donate that it's hard sometimes to see them as heroes. But I think it's great!! Millions of people who give just a little bit of their time (and blood) to save three lives! Just like a superhero that can be multiple places at the same time, this hero can save more than one person at a time. These heroes act in silence. Hiding in plain sight while their heroic deeds are gone unrecognized past a t-shirt, a pat on the back, or a red cord at graduation. Most people think that they're nothing out of the ordinary, but they shouldn't look past these heroes simply because they aren't buff men flying around in a leotard and man tights hose (panty hose for men). I can personally say that I could never do what they do. Not because I'm stingy with my blood but because I have terrible iron deficiency. This hero has a brother who is equally as powerful. He too can multiply and has an enormous effect on our world: organ donors. People who, just like blood donors, allow their lives to bring life to those around them. These heroes may not have flashy red capes, but they do wear masks to hide their secret identity. Why? Maybe they're humble and don't seek to be praised by others for their heroic deeds. Typically you don't know who donated blood or organs unless you dig deep. But I hope my readers agree with me when I say (to paraphrase Diana Ross) ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, and ain't no river wide enough that will keep us from loving these valiant heroes! Let's not take these heroes for granted! Think about how many people would not be alive today if it weren't for these two heroes. The best way to thank these heroes is to show appreciation for what they've done. Maybe we don't need parades or festivals since they do try to hide their heroic deeds behind an anonymous mask. We can however thank them each and every day, just like our other heroes. If you know a blood donor or know someone who donated their organs than thank them, show appreciation; encourage them to continue acting heroically. What may seem like a small act of kindness has a large effect on our society when the hero multiplies into a bigger force showing that their is Power in Numbers. But remember, a force of a million started out as just one. So why not be that one? Or why not at least thank that one for being a part of something truly incredible. Please leave comments below or message me on Facebook for more suggestions. Thanks for reading!

Above and Beyond the Call of Duty

There are many phrases overused, over posted, and over zealously tweeted (and then retweeted). Most popular sayings are harmless vermin that simply nip at our heals and annoy us to the brink of insanity, such as "YOLO" and people calling themselves "Hipsters" (PS: If you call yourself a Hipster you aren't one. Plus, why would a hipster cling to such a mainstream trend such as admitting their Hipsterness?) There is a phrase that is more than just a harmless vermin and victimizes a certain superhero. Just as superheroes are never even half as cool when hiding behind the glasses of their secret identity (with the exception of Iron Man) there is another hero who's impact on this world is beyond all understanding, yet they are never given a second glance as they continuously strive to fulfill their superhero duties. Hopefully those of you who didn't leave after getting offended by my denouncing of you "Legit Hipsterness" know who I'm talking about. The phrase that describes them is definitely the most offensive and poisonous, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." I love this poem which best describes what teachers do, (***WARNING: This poem contains offensive language, not for the ears of small children and some rabbits) "What Teachers Make" by Taylor Mali.

Teachers are probably one of the most amazing and misunderstood superheroes of all. In the superhero world of comic books, they would be the super geniuses with brains the size of Jupiter and telepathy. How else do they know you're lying about your goldfish eating your homework, that you don't really have to go to the bathroom, or your that you really had a terrible 24 hour case of Enchondromatosis? *cough cough* I once had a science teacher who confessed to me in confidence that she was actually a superhero (who shall remain nameless for your own protection). How else could you explain how teachers seem to know the answer to everything? Unless of course you ask your English teacher about your Calculus homework that is. Think about it, all of the people that rudely degrade the jobs of teachers became who they are because of teachers! A lawyer isn't born and instantly thrown into the court room. He has to go through years of school and then even more years of college! All of the appraised professions such as lawyers, doctors, and even scientist have to go through years of college where they learn from the masters on how to succeed in their profession. In my opinion, teaching is one of the hardest jobs to do. Most adults get to work with people their own age everyday who are at least a little mature and have to deal with problems of the real world. Teachers have to survive endless days of accidents to toy fights, black eyes to excuses, whining to high school drama, and the whipping and gnashing of teeth required to get the little jerks to stop asking the question, "Do we have to?" or "When will we use this in life?" All joking aside, teachers are one of the most fundamental aspects of our society because they help us learn the key aspects of life, help us grow into independent individuals, encourage us to think outside the box and challenge the status quo, they challenge us to go above and beyond the call of duty, and most importantly they never give up on us. Even when all of our friends and family call us "Stupid", "Worthless", and "Impossible" they say NO! Now if any of you reading this are thinking, I've never had a teacher like that, I'm sure you've at least had a teacher who didn't give up on you and who influenced you in one way or another. Now my previous readers are probably wondering, so are you going to tell us how we can stop overlooking these heroes? Most people usually use the stereotypical apple but honestly anything would suffice. A card, flowers, or even just the words, "Thank you". Teachers sacrifice their lives to make sure that you learn and grow so that you can succeed, don't we owe it to them to at least say thanks. So just like these heroes, go out and thank them for going Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.