Uses whatever it takes

Ya know evil is in residence, you see it on every television channel, doing double time on the radio and forever on the world wide web. You know what they say, “As the world turns”.

A culture divided by hate crimes, rioting, assaults of every nature and form. As humans we have so lowered the standard that most cannot even see the mark.

We are humans, humanity of many colors, a melting pot of cultures. Isn’t it funny that we can somehow blend our palettes, divulging secret family recipes generation old but we cannot blend our race. Humans are not a color but a being most of whom are aware from deep within that they are part of a bigger picture and because the mark is out of site they wander aimlessly rarely completing a task.

Where is your mark? Do you even know what it is? When was the last time you visited YOUR roots, your spiritual roots? What is the foundation of your life the very principal you abide by? Is it enough?

We are here to fellowship, to maintain harmony and to do so in love. And just where is this harmony we seek, what happened to “Do unto others as you would have done unto you?” Higher thinking beings with the ability to do supernatural things and yet where are these great feats?

Humans fail and why? Because we have the ability to choose.

How are you going to choose? Will it be your choice today to breed goodwill? Will it be your choice to identify that we are humans and NOT color? Do you choose love, mercy and grace?

Think about it, what will you bait the world with, will it be LOVE?

Keep in mind if evil can continue to separate humans with a distraction as race…you know what they say about a “kingdom divided”, lets just say the ending does not look good…

Friends, today I want to encourage you to embrace humanity with a new eye and heart. Pray for the human race, we need no distinction of color, creed or other.

Much love

by Susan Louise Davis ©

Drunk, drunker, drunked

You and I could go on and on about the truth of the matter, your side, my side, whatever.
You are a drunk, devoted to your addiction and nothing will stand in the way of that drink, NOTHING.
You choose it and until you don’t choose it you will remain drunk, period.

The fullness of life served to you on a silver platter as it is to us all and what have you done with it but then who am I to ask? It is your business if you fail to do anything with your talent. You have time and opportunity which you cannot deny and plenty of innocent bystanders to witness as you randomly haphazardly pass by ignorant of the trampled souls you leave in your wake.

I tormented myself for years over you and the fact that you chose booze over love. God knows how I have loved you and resented you and feared for you. I know how it is to want something so badly you would just about sell your soul because I have done it but I don’t know how a body could sell their whole life for that one thing they simply cannot do without, addiction courses through your veins and for you it is called alcohol.

As I and our brokenhearted children nurse our wounds and grieve the loss of a husband and father who was there but not present and probably never will be. The years of healing, the bouts of depression, rage and bitterness flew through my home not just my own but that of three young children all aware that daddy is not coming home and when they go to visit you just a whiff of your stale alcohol layden breath, blood shot eyes, swaying stance (you did Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean long before there was a Johnny Depp)and slurred speech assures them of that that fact.

I tried to call you, to reason with you but your primary response was, “You wanted the divorce. Hows it feel to get what you want?” And then the child support check wouldn’t come. Child Support Enforcement enters in and there a battle ensues which will leave you a Felon on Federal probation. You ran for years from state to state, leaving a trail on one address after another. No sooner would the law catch up with you than you would disappear again. It didn’t help our children one bit that your family enabled you making flight a possibility for a very long time. You and your family allowed our children to go without. You all butt-hurt and they soothing your ego by sending money, shoes and clothes.

A full grown man, with children a man married and divorced and working but no one brave enough to tell you to suck it up. Smack your butt and get glad buddy because you screwed up quite possibly the best thing that will ever happen to you. A loyal and faithful wife and children who love and adore you. Who think the sun and moon rose and set again on your shoulders. In awe of your gifts and talents but it isn’t enough for you.

Who do you think suffered the most because you with held their rightful claim to love, protection and support?
It wasn’t me, it was our children who knew you worked because when you did call you would brag on the new car
or motorcycle or guitar you just bought or one of your family members gave you. But you had nothing to give not even a crumb of love for any of these children who waited for your call night after night only for the phone not to ring or run to the mailbox to find another day has passed without a letter or worse nothing on their birthday.

I took it on the chin, put myself through college and provided our children the most fulfilling life I could muster on and off a shoe string budget. I gave them the life you and I promised to provide.
More than once through the years I have been asked if I ever regret not having pursued my dreams and to them I always say the same thing, “I have no regrets over the life I provided my children and the sacrifices I made to do so. I am far more fulfilled for the sacrifice of love of a man for the love of my children and would do it again were it necessary. Lovers come and go but our children are forever. A life time investment no parent should ever sacrifice for ANYTHING EVER”.

Yes it would be nice if my ex husband would pay the 38k he owes in unpaid child support.
I may not be able to use any of that money now to send my children through college as I had desired but I am sure I could find something worthwhile to invest it in.

IF you know this deadbeat dad:

Robert Allen Bell Jr
DOB: 1/16/1964
Brown Hair (thinning crown)
Brown Eyes
5′ 9″- 5′ 11″
Habitual DUI offender but drives, last known vehicle is a late model corvette
Last known address with his stepmother in Smiths Station, Alabama
He was turning wrenches as an independent contractor working on airplanes with Boeing & Gulfstream

Robby

Robert Allen Bell Jr Smiths Station, Alabama

Robert Allen Bell Jr
Smiths Station, Alabama

If you know this man and can verify his address and place of employment please
contact the Child Support Enforcement Agency at the following address:

Eastern Office of
Child Support Enforcement
Pete Liakakis Government Building
222 West Oglethorpe Avenue
Suite 119
Savannah,GA 31401
Phone: 1-877-423-4746
Fax: 912-652-7374
Email: SavannahCSE@dhr.state.ga.us
Attention: Intake

(Please feel free to share and re-share this information)

Well of course I’m gonna reach for the light…

“I’m telling ya, you are a fool if you reach for the light.”

So it is late and I’ve turned in for the night and as my soldier father would say it is, “Lights out!”
And man is it dark, not even the stars dare to twinkle while dad is batting down the hatches for the evening.
Eh, I’ll take a peek later by the light of the moon for now I am pondering the statement my friend’s husband
made while discouraging me from making the wrong choice in reaching for the light he continues on saying,
“What if you get to come back to earth and do it again and again and it is because you reach for the light.
What if you stop reaching for the light, what happens then?

My room is clothed in total darkness, the moon is not yet out.
I drop my phone it turns on bright white to umber then out and for a brief moment
I get it, I see the light, in the darkness and my soul jumps within my body.
I believe this is what some would classify as an epiphany…

Of course I’m going to reach for the light, it showcases color, contrast and dimension
and then the light went out and it was dark, without substance, a long silent sigh without end…

Friends, today I want to encourage you to think on what it is you reach for.
Contrary to popular belief, there is NO in between. You are either in the light, bearing light or you are not.

Let your light shine, lift up your eyes and see…shape shifting clouds filter
bright sunrays casting shadows everywhere you look while gentle winds rustle the first falling
autumn leaves…the smells of cooler months croaching in…

So yeah, reach for the light ya’ll
Much love©

Amber Whited—Harley Davidson Run Golden Isles, Brunswick, Georgia

Amber Peace

August 2, 2014
4:00pm EST

UPDATE:
According to one of the event team members only about 50 drivers registered for the run today which is several hundred short of the number of people who showed their support last year. I can’t help but wonder if many in the community hadn’t set up bogus locations for clothing and financial gifts for Amber’s children last year if things wouldn’t have gone better with the contributions to the run this year?

I learned from a reliable source that all proceeds which totaled about 10,000.00 were in the BB&T bank account for Amber’s children has been completely depleted and done so within six months of Amber’s death by individuals with access and little to nothing to show if the expenditures were for the benefit of her children. According to documents the children were not in the care of benefactors of said money during the dates and times the monies were spent.

According to another source this is the very reason why riders were scarce and donations even more scarce however, it is safe to say the trust fund established by the Golden Isles Harley Group is intact and remains untouched. IF YOU DESIRE TO MAKE DONATIONS THE WRITER OF THIS ARTICLE ENCOURAGES YOU TO CONTACT THE FOLLOWING LOCATION TO INQUIRE:
Golden Isles Harley-Davidson®
153 Venture Drive Brunswick GA 31525
Phone: 912.280.0448

OR BANKING INSTITUTION BELOW:
United Community Bank
Brunswick, Georgia

ATTENTION:
Whited-Castro Family Trust

IT IS STRONGLY ADVISED THAT NO DONATIONS BE MADE TO ANYONE CLAIMING FAMILY RELATIONS TO AMBER WHITED BUT ALL CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ABOVE MENTIONED BANKING INSTITUTION and TRUST FUND AS LISTED.

August 2, 2014
10:00 am EST
For those of you following the tragic story of Amber Whited who was murdered July 2013 the second run will be had today registration beginning at 10:00am and kickstands up at 11:00.

Whether you are riding or just want to come along for the ride all donations will go into a trust fund to benefit the surviving children of Amber Whited.

Please come by, show your support and drop a dime or two in the can.

There will be food and drinks on the premises after the ride is complete.
Golden Isles Harley-Davidson®
153 Venture Drive Brunswick GA 31525
Phone: 912.280.0448

A Daunting Task

According to the teachings of my faith I am to compare myself to no other human.
Any comparison’s I make are ONLY to the perfect living example of Jesus Christ.

It can be a daunting task to read of his life experiences and see how he turned from those same
temptations I face and have faced.

Today I am reminded of where I was as a young woman of nineteen years old comparing to who I am as a
fifty something senior (yeah, middle age for me was in my thirties and I completely missed them).
Reaping what I had sown when younger, as a senior I am just coming out of the results of those choices.

Born into the world I have only worldly examples to lean on and for the most part imparted that initial
upbringing from my childhood to my children as I reared them in the only way I knew how.
While studying on the life of Christ I found fault with some of the teachings passed down to me from
my parents and chose not to repeat unfortunately, my studies of the life of Christ was sporadic and
did not intensify until latter years when the kids have moved on and are cultivating their own
families and traditions.

I have worn the scarlet letter and my history has been shared with all sorts of accusation,
sideway glances, rejection and abandonment from loved ones who saw and judged harshly and
believed me unworthy. And learned to see myself through their eyes.

One broken down relationship after another I have been made alone.
The opportunity to heal has begun and those old tapes, those old negative words and glances
no longer haunt as I move further and further away from the memories of a life which had once
held me captive.

I am no longer there frozen in time by the pain of the past. Each day bringing new experiences and
opportunity to walk the walk. To see the world around me with a set of new eyes allowing my soul
the opportunity to reside within me in harmony. Today I judge myself according to the teachings of
Christ and not in comparison to any human.

Humans fall short, they always will but as a human I have a choice in the matter and today I practice the
principals of love. Alexander Pope had it right when he shared, “To err is human, to forgive divine”
which rings true in my life today because it is a divine walk I seek and
I can only get there because I forgive.

My mail is read and you now know the truth if you didn’t before which is simple, I am human and I err.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to compare yourself to NO ONE but to practice a lifestyle which
benefits the whole. Invest yourself in ways which will positively affect every situation.
If you must find fault find it in yourself and correct it.
Your journey is your own and if you do not take inventory of where you are at compared to where you
have been you will not get where you desire to go because your wheels spin…

Much love

Whose Responsibility is It?

Educators take a hit over and over again…living in a country which offers a “free” education and one student after another, one parent after another blame the system for the lackluster education received.
Yes, some educators fall short and some don’t even make a mark but then there are those who go above and beyond.

I say if a student is uneducated look at the homeplace…an education begins in the home.
I say if a student is not held accountable for not performing scholastically then by all means blame the educator.
Don’t consider the students lack of dedication and desire to know the facts for themself.

The problem with the system isn’t teachers who are in it for the money (tongue in cheek) or the free summer paychecks but the parents who perpetuate blame games, do not hold their lazy and unmotivated child accountable and have not leant structure and stability in the homeplace which prepares a child to respectfully participate in their own education…

Soooo to all the Educators out there who put forth the effort, who paid thousands of dollar for your credentials,
to those who dig deep in their pocket for supplies and take time away from their private life to lend time to those students who are truly motivated and aware that the level of education they receive is contingent on their level of participation…my hat is off to you…I salute our public educators.

And to those parents who perpetuate the blame game, take your kid out of public school and homeschool them yourself…
I’d love to see how much better your kid’s scores are and how much higher their gpa is because you took full responsibility for your child’s education (most of you wouldn’t last a week and your child would fail the re-entrance exam when you decide to dump them back off in public schools)…

As a retired educator I can attest to these facts, my credentials were bought and paid for by a second job.
NOT because my teaching profession paid me x amount of money you say I didn’t earn.

My students chose just how much they were willing to learn and those “free” summer paychecks were well earned over
the course of ten months with little to no moral support or involvement from parents.

So before you start yelling and screaming and whining about what little your child’s teacher teaches make a few drop in visits, review the curriculum and know just what performance is expected of that teacher. You might be surprised to learn that you jumped to many conclusions and contributed to all the rhetoric going around about how easy a teaching job is…educate yourself before you prove just how ignorant you are and just how ignorant your child is because you believe a bunch of misinformation and taught your kid to believe it too.

When a debate over lunch was had regarding public schools and the lack of a good teacher I was outraged to hear a middle school student degrade the educators in her life. The amount of disregard and disrespect this kid spewed out during the conversation was appalling and offensive. And when the debate wasn’t going her way she stopped the debate and insisted we change the subject.

Parents if you are going to put yourself and your opinionated kid out there you have to prepare them to debate adequately and without getting offended and turning tail as soon as they have nothing more to parrot in the defense of their beliefs. I am embarassed for parents who allow their child to voice their opinion but do not teach them the skills to debate. It isn’t enough to say what you want to say then
demand the subject be changed when you have nothing more to contribute because all you know how to do is repeat rhetoric. If I have to I will debate with an unarmed individual but it isn’t really any fun when the light is on and no one is home.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to teach your children in all things. Don’t depend on others to educate your child. It is your responsibility to teach them. And in my opinion their grades are representative of just how involved you are not necessarily a reflection of a teacher’s skills.

Much love

Those Who Nest, Nest

If you must lie, steal, cheat and manipulate to get what you want
when you receive it
isn’t it already tainted
and is it really yours?

A hard lesson learned
one must wait
on what is one’s own.

Rather I have what is mine
than something someone else
desires?

Might I have peace
acceptance too
for what is granted
for what is denied?

might I keep a straight eye
not sideways
wandering to and fro?

might my heart be faithful
steadfast and true?

may the truth of my word
straight as an arrow speak
keep me in my stead

for days have come
from whence evil seeps
one lie at a time
into a world
of turning hearts
and
bitter cold
shattered souls…

Humans, we are here with the opportunity to do supernatural things.
To think outside the box with the sole purpose of benefiting the whole
and yet many race hard after their own too self absorbed to see outside
the box of the life they seek for themselves.
Each hoarding, packing his domain like rodents nesting
contaminating the one universe designed to sustain them.

~May God the creator have mercy on our souls
~Amen

by Susan Louis Davis©