When I was 8 years old, my parents asked me if I wanted to sign up to play tackle football. I had a couple of friends that were going to be on the team, and I thought it would be fun to play.
I fell in love with the game of football. A group of kids, learning how to battle together. Each one giving everything they can to achieve victory.
Getting life lessons from your coaches, and learning how to accept people of all different types of backgrounds. All for the love of the game.
We would spend our Saturdays playing our game, and then our Sundays watching the NFL. But the playing days eventually ended, and then the Sundays did too.
Everyone who knows me knows that there's nothing I love more than basketball. But football was always a close second. Baseball eventually became a game I came to love thanks to my wife and my father-in-law who is a baseball legend.
I have always been a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers because my step-dad is a die hard fan of the team. Me and him bonded more and more over the years because of our shared love for the team.
But a lot has happened in the last few years in the NFL, and it's had me do a lot of thinking.
About five years ago, I was working for a website as a contributor for their NFL department. I wrote about the Pittsburgh Steelers 3-4 times a week. It was easy for me because all I had to do was write about the team. I loved that job.
But I wanted to go back to writing for myself, so after the season I went solo again. And the next season was when Colin Kaepernick decided to take a knee during the national anthem.
This story was already as big as news could possibly get, but it was even bigger here in Northern California because of the amount of San Francisco 49ers fans.
I remember being at a family gathering a couple weeks after the kneeling started, and I was talking to one person who is a 49ers fan and another person who doesn't really even watch football. They asked me how I felt about the situation. The 49er fan simply said "I think it's stupid." I kind of ignored it and explained why it was important that he continued to do what he was doing.
At the time, it never occurred to me that his acts could possibly keep him blackballed from the NFL. Especially after everything I had seen NFL players go through throughout the years and continue to be accepted by the NFL community.
And yet, it's three years later, and Colin is still out of a job.
Let's quickly run through a list of players who were given jobs in the NFL after being arrested for domestic violence. Let me take a deep breath . . . *breathes in heavily* . . . Shawne Merriman, Chad Johnson, Cedrick Wilson, James Harrison, Najeh Davenport, Larry Johnson, Dominic Rhodes, Leon Searcy, Corey Dillon, Reuben Foster, Johnathan Dwyer, Brandon Marshall, Santonio Holmes, Dez Bryant, Donte Whitner, Frostee Rucker...
Should I really keep going? The list seemingly never ends. Seriously, Google it.
The strange thing is that I've seen these guys get in trouble with the law, yet NFL owners and fans never seemed to care. As long as they played good on the field, it was all good. Time heals all wounds, right?
What about the victims? Do you think time healed their wounds? Do you think that them and their families that were also effected by these acts of violence just went on with their lives like normal?
Why do these guys get a second and third and fourth chance at success, while these people have to suffer in the dark corners of society? Because the NFL doesn't give a fuck about women, that's why.
But when a black man with a giant afro kneels for the rights of people who don't have the means to speak for themselves, White America (and many others) are offended to no end.
And again, we ask why . . . Because the NFL doesn't give a fuck about anyone's opinion except White America.
Blackballing Colin from the NFL cost the league and it's owners a lot of money in his lawsuit. And now he's going to have the opportunity to workout for a group of teams.
But just a few days before his workout, the NFL may have reached it's lowest point in league history in terms of their product.
Last year, Kareem Hunt was caught on camera not only hitting a woman, but then kicking her in the face while she was on all fours. The video surfaced and it ultimately cost him his job with the Kansas City Chiefs. I told myself that if he ended up getting a job, I wouldn't watch the NFL anymore.
And of course he was signed, by the Cleveland Browns. He was suspended for 8 weeks, and was finally allowed to return a couple weeks ago. Their nationally televised game against the Pittsburgh Steelers showed the world that still nobody cares about women or victims of domestic violence.
As the cameras panned across the stadium, you could see signs that said "Kareemland." Not a good look at all.
As I sat there watching the game, I found myself getting angry every time he came on the screen. It was my own fault. The only four games I watched all season were Steelers nationally televised games with my family. Pretty much the only reason I watched was because of that bond I always had with my step-dad.
And yet here I was, watching a game with the guy and team that had pushed me over the edge. The Browns played the way you would expect an organization who allows guys like this on their team to play.
Before halftime, two Steelers receivers got concussions due to hits from Browns players. Which led to one Browns player being ejected.
They looked like they were head hunting.
There was a moment in the game when Hunt got tackled and he got into a bit of a tussle with TJ Watt. As they stood there staring at each other, Hunt flexed his muscle and was chirping at Watt. And all I could think about was his violent history.
A grown man, stronger than your average citizen, getting so angry that he could possibly beat a defenseless person. As he stood there on the field, acting like he was ready to fight I felt disgusted in myself.
Mad at myself for allowing myself to think that it was harmless to just watch a Steelers game. Foolish to think that things could possibly change for the better. Disappointed in myself for watching, not knowing that things were about to get even worse . . .
In the closing seconds of the game, Mason Rudolph dumped a pass off to a receiver. After the ball was already gone, Browns player Myles Garrett continued to slam Rudolph to the ground. The play was over and the game was essentially over. But this moment was just beginning.
After he slammed Rudolph to the ground in a meaningless play, Rudolph was rightfully upset and grabbed Garrett's helmet in an attempt to get him off. Garrett followed up with one of the most violent in-game acts ever seen in sports history.
He began yanking on the facemark of Rudolph's helmet, bringing him up to his feet by brute force. He got the helmet off of Rudolph's head. As he was pushed back by a Steelers player in an attempt to calm him down, he used the helmet as a weapon to strike Rudolph's bare head with his own helmet. Possibly inches from hitting his temple and possibly killing the guy.
An act of violence, assault with a deadly weapon, crime was committed on the field of play.
And it was in that moment when I realized, this was the last NFL game I would ever watch.
How many "Todays" have you gone through? Probably, at least one for everyday of your life.
There's less "Yesterdays" and a million "Tomorrows"
So how are we treating Today? Are we treating it like another Yesterday or a Tomorrow?
Yesterday is nostalgic.
Yesterday is stories placed in your memories.
Yesterday leaves feelings of emotion that will last a lifetime.
Yesterday wasn't your best day.
Yesterday wasn't your worst day.
Yesterday is missed.
Tomorrow is what we're planning for.
Tomorrow is when we'll do that thing.
Tomorrow is where we place problems that have yet to happen.
Tomorrow motivates us.
Tomorrow destroys us.
Tomorrow is unknown.
Today is happening.
Today never ends.
Today is a battle that we continue to fight.
Today gives us strength from Yesterday.
Today teaches us lessons for Tomorrow.
Today carries us forward.
Today is here.
Remember jumping on a trampoline as a kid? Seems kinda dangerous, but kids are supposed to get hurt anyway.
You used to crawl into a ball and have all your siblings or cousins jump until they made you crack like an egg.
You used to tell everyone to jump at the same time to launch you so high that you can see your neighbors backyards who lives three houses away.
And then there was that one time when you lost all control and landed on the metal springs and scuffed up the entire right side of your body.
But no matter how many times you got injured, you kept hopping back up on that trampoline.
Why? Because you were stupid.
You were too blinded by how fun jumping on the trampoline was that you didn't care about how many times you got knocked down. You constantly got back up because it was fun.
Imagine if you treated life the same way.
I mean you've made it this far. Chances are that you're doing something right.
So why is it that when we get knocked down in life, we don't view it as much fun as a trampoline? Maybe it's because we view our life in a dangerous way.
We let our job define our path to our careers. We let our credit score define our financial goals. We allow society to infect us with the idea that falling down on the way towards our goals is failure itself.
You're going to take chances on yourself that turn out to be the wrong choices. But it's the choice itself to get back up after you've been knocked down that creates our paths.
Just think about all the people that love you. Do you think they'd ever be ok with you not chasing your dreams? Don't you think you owe it to them to keep pushing?
What about the generation that comes after you. Don't you want them to see you grinding? Being a role model for them by proving that it can be done.
The future you knows whats next on your path. It's up to you to decide whether or not you're going to keep on jumping, or if you're going to be the cracked egg.
If you haven't heard by now, the NBA and China are in a bit of a battle. The general manager of the Houston Rockets, Darryl Morey tweeted out "Stand for Hong Kong. Fight For Freedom." As the NBA is extremely invested in expanding their game to China, this statement was detrimental to the business relationship between these two.
Everyone who is anyone has made a comment on this situation. Even Donald Trump has put in his two cents, including numerous other political figures.
As a country that stands for democracy, the general consensus is that we should side with Hong Kong. But China is an incredibly strong country that is wealthy and most of the worlds goods and technology is filtered from them.
So it's been an incredibly thin line that many people have walked over the years. But this situation has brought awareness to what is going on between Hong Kong and China, and has allowed everyone to educate themselves on issues outside of our own country.
But if this tweet was never sent out, would most of us even know what's going on?
Just a tiny bit of insight to let you know what's going on, Hong Kong and China have been living a "Two Governments, One Country" for some time now. But recently, the protests have increased and China isn't having it. They've used force to try to silence those fighting for a democracy in Hong Kong.
China has allowed Hong Kong to live this way, but with many limitations. So as Hong Kong protesters continue to push their agenda, China has responded by flexing their muscle.
But that is just a very vague description of what is going on. The issues go much deeper, and have been debated by political figures and social activists for years. So everyone screaming and shouting their opinions now is so on brand with our social media world.
Because of the way the media has shifted our way of thinking, they have made you believe everything you see on television or the internet. And you must take a stance on one side or the other. And you better be on the right side of the fence or you will get taken down from every angle.
Right is right and Wrong is wrong, there is little to no nuance in our world anymore. What's a gray area?
There's no possible way for someone to be on the right side of every political and social issue in the world. If there was such a person, they would be like Jesus Christ on Earth. Shit, even The Pope got haters.
We have a hard time figuring out how to fix issues within our own country, it's baffling to see so many people with such strong convictions on right and wrong in this Hong Kong and China issue.
As a patriot of this country who takes pride in having the ability to vote and have my voice heard and having many freedoms, I'm all for living in a democratic world. However, I'm not a fool.
The world isn't so forgiving, and a democracy isn't the be-all and end-all of systematic government. If it was, then every country would follow the same system. Just look at where we're at! Many of the politicians that we elected are extremely evil and crooked, including the person we elected to be the leader of the free world.
So imagine China or some other country who doesn't run a democratic society. Do you really think they're looking at our country and thinking "Oh hey, maybe we should try that." Fuck no! We're an embarrassment right now. So before we start trying to influence other countries to follow our path, we have to be a better example.
Instead of telling others that their opinion is wrong and that they must speak up for freedoms, we need to live and breathe and promote it within our own country. But it needs to be in a positive way. And there are millions of people who are doing that everyday, and the future of our country thanks you.
But before we try to slam others for their way of living, we must look at it from all sides. I can't take a solid stance on this particular situation because I don't know anything about what's going on over there. I've never lived it, all I see is what the media allows me to see. And I don't talk bad about people behind their back.
So if you, or someone you know is knowledgable about this situation and is passionate about it, then I encourage you to speak your voice and let the world know what is really going on. But just be careful what you tweet, you may accidentally start World War III.
R Kelly had sex with underage girls and is a pedophile and a rapist.
That should be the end of the conversation. A grown man, taking advantage of young girls who are unable to fully understand right from wrong at this point in their lives. I mean the guy married Aaliyah when she was 15 and he was 27. That should've been the end of his story.
The documentary on Netflix that exposes him for the man he was *not so* behind closed doors, has surprisingly come with altering opinions on who is at fault.
In conversations I've had with both men and women, I have been surprised to hear people either coming to the defense of R Kelly or saying that these girls knew what they were getting into.
I guess even in 2019, sexual harassment and assault still isn't so black and white.
The opposing opinions I have heard are:
"Blame the parents, they knew who their daughters were with and they didn't do anything about it."
"If those girls didn't like the way they were getting treated, why didn't they just leave?"
"If they were old enough to have sex, they were old enough make better decisions for themselves."
Alright, so where to begin...
Men have been given an unbelievable amount of leeway when it comes to their sexual desires and what they are willing to do to make these desires come true. It has been like that since anyone can remember.
So this thought of women actually having the courage to make decisions based upon a man's actions, isn't as easy as it sounds. Just think about what happens whenever sexual assault allegations arise against a man.
Instead of people coming to the defense of the woman, people question her morals and her actions. Was she inebriated when this man took advantage of her? What is her angle against this man (Money, Extortion, Defamation)? Is she lying?
And in the criminal defense of these men, these are always the questions that must be answered in court. It is nearly impossible for men to get convicted of sexual assault crimes unless physical evidence exists. And even in those cases, a man may spend as little as a few months in a jail cell.
So knowing that women have little power to begin with when allegations are brought upon a man, why on Earth would these victims come forward and make these accusations if they are untrue? The answer is, they wouldn't.
I have been one of the people who unknowingly enabled this behavior in the past. I have a specific example in my mind that I can remember.
I am a huge Pittsburgh Steelers fan, and their quarterback Ben Roethlisberger was twice accused of sexual assault. And I specifically remember my stance on the situation. I believed that he was innocent and that these women were just either after his money or were trying to drag his name in the mud because of the fact that he maybe never called them back or something.
As if heartbreak was a reason for these women to accuse a man of sexual assault. I'm not sure why I was so quick to defend him, but in all honesty it was probably because so many people had the same stance.
It was almost as if he was viewed as the victim and he was defended as such until he was found not guilty in both instances. For all we know, maybe he was innocent.
But it doesn't change the fact that the real victims in these situations never get the benefit of the doubt. Theres always a million questions that they must answer to the world.
Maybe someone out there reading this has been a victim of sexual assault and has had to go through these issues. But if you haven't, try to put yourself in their shoes for a second.
You've just been sexually assaulted by someone you have come to know and trust. You are scared to come forward with this information for a number of reasons.
Maybe its because you're scared of the repercussions this person will have to go through. Maybe you're scared of what people may think of you and your sex life. Maybe you think people won't believe you.
And then when you do finally build up the courage to come forward, you are bombarded with a myriad of questions. "Why didn't you say this sooner? What evidence do you have? How do we know you didn't enjoy or want this to happen?"
Here you are trying to recover from what has happened to you, and yet you're expected to act like the bigger person.
Look, I'm not here to tell you right from wrong. But the thing is that this shit should already be perfectly clear what is right and what is wrong. Stop giving men reasons to try to get away with sexual assault. Stop giving pedophiles a way out by blaming the victims parents.
If your argument is that a child's parents should have been better at monitoring their children, the you're an enabler. Sure, you can blame the parent for not being more involved in their child's life. But is that really a reason for a grown man to take advantage of a young child?
The key term is "taking advantage", and the shit has got to stop.
And if you still have an argument or would like to debate this with me, I am willing to have anybody join me on a podcast to discuss this topic.
In April 2014, V Stiviano released recordings of billionaire Donald Sterling saying some very racist and very sexist remarks. The things he says about black people and hispanic people and women are ignorant, offensive and hurtful.
As a father of two Mexican boys, hearing the words of Sterling brought me to tears. Just to know that there are people out there who could hate my children simply because of their race hurt me deeply.
There's that old saying that parents say to children when someone is mean to them, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." But as an adult, we realize the damage words can do and how much more hurtful they can be than actual physical pain.
ESPN recently released a podcast documentary on Donald Sterling and everything that led up to his demise. The Donald Sterling Tapes aren't just a juicy story about a man, a mistress, TMZ, and court room battles. It exposes Sterling for what he is, a coward.
And he's not the only one, he just got caught up.
Over the past few years, we have seen many horrible people come out of woodwork and are now letting their voices be heard. For so long, they were sitting in silence. Just waiting for their perfect opportunity to come out of their closet.
These conversations he had with his mistress, V Stiviano, gave the world a glimpse into the mind and thoughts of a racist. And it helps us see how they really are behind closed doors.
"In your lousy fucking Instagram, you don't have to have yourself walking with black people."
And by "them" he meant the players on the Los Angeles Clippers, the NBA franchise that he owned. He took the word "own" to another level. A plantation mentality.
As a rich man in America, he didn't have to follow the same rules as everyone else. If he ever got into some legal trouble, he would just throw money at it until the problem went away.
But all the money in the world can't change the fact that he is a racist and a sexist and an overall horrible person.
It's people like him that hurt America and our chance at continuing to move forward. It wasn't that long ago that segregation was abolished. And it wasn't long before that when slavery was abolished. So there are still many people out there who are old enough to remember the days of segregation.
And those people are raising their children and grandchildren to think the same way. It is going to take at least another 100 years before we can even start to erase that type of mentality from the minds of many people out there.
"I'm living in a culture, and I have to live within the culture."
That "culture" he's talking about is a long line of racism and bigotry. Almost as is he belongs to some type of society that makes sure he is maintaining his due diligence to the racist culture.
Luckily for the world, his mistress had enough of his bullshit and exposed him to the world. Stiviano may have been a horrible person herself for taking advantage of an 80 year old man, but it is nothing in comparison to the things Sterling has said and done in his life.
If only we could find a way to expose all the racists and sexists to the world and we could find an island with no resources and ship them all there. See if they could survive. And to be honest, I could give a fuck if they survived or not.
Donald Sterling, you're the worst person in the world. And no matter how much money you made in your life, that will never change the fact that everyone in the history of mankind will remember you as a horrible person who tried to set America back 100 years.
Dear racists, sexists, bigots, and assholes of all kind,
You're the scum of the Earth. Go Fuck Yourself.
About 7 years ago, after the end of a long shift my best friend offered me some weed. I told her that I had never smoked weed and I wasn't going too. She insisted because she said I was acting like an annoying little bitch and I needed to relax.
So I gave into peer pressure (didn't take much) and smoked my first bowl. When I think back to how high I was, I honestly can't remember. I'm almost certain I that I was higher than I had ever been up until that point. Almost.
Back then, weed was just as accessible but a little scarier to get. You always had to meet some sketchy guy in a random dimly lit parking lot and he would tell you the story about how he attained this weed.
It was always one of three stories.
Very rarely was there a major difference in the weed. Sure some would get you higher than others. But for a guy who just wanted to smoke some weed, it all essentially did the same job.
This is when you could buy regular ass weed from regular ass people. Sometimes you'd get stuff that wasn't shaved so it was all on a huge stem. There would be seeds in just about every eighth. Every time you would buy an ounce it would be all the trimmings of the big nugs they would sell to rich white kids, and it would be a third of the price.
Rolling a blunt or a joint or packing a bowl for a bong was all a social experience. You call up your friends and let them know you have some weed and you're coming over. You bring your rolling tray, a grinder, papers or Swishers (Yes, all of y'all used to smoke Swishers. Don't act all uppity with me now. Talking' bout "Swishers are nasty" All y'all was smoking them daily. Don't play wit me) and of course, your weed.
I kept my stuff discrete and in a Victoria's Secret make-up bag. I looked really cool going into friends houses with that. Anyway, the time you spent rolling up and getting everything ready for the session was a part of the whole thing. But ever since weed became legal-ish, the experience is different.
Theres a store or van that will legally sell you weed recreationally in just about every town in California. You go in there and there's security and a place to check in. You have to get buzzed into the next room where there is more security. So essentially your dealer is the one thinking that you're sketchy, instead of the other way around.
And remember that regular weed you used to buy? It doesn't exist anymore! This shit is strong as fuck. And you can for sure tell the difference in the strength of the weed. Theres no sticks or seeds so everything you buy is pure dank. Which is great, right?
I suppose, if your whole goal is to get higher than the last time. And they have these things, I don't know what they are but they look like USBs. You take one hit and you're in a UFO. You take two hits and you are the UFO.
It's like pure THC. You kids don't know how good you got it. I don't know how long those things last but I'm sure it lasts longer than some regular weed.
I miss regular weed. Y'all smoking that Area 52 weed.
Oh and by the way, my best friend that convinced me to smoke weed was my wife. There's a lesson in that.
When you woke up this morning and saw yourself in the mirror, you probably thought to yourself "Oh my god, I'm hideous." And most mornings you would probably be right.
Your breath stinks, your hair is a mess, you literally have boogers in the corners of your eyeballs, and your posture is horrible. You're trying to stand straight up, but you struggle to because you're tired and too busy asking yourself "Why the fuck am I awake right now?"
There's a lot to hate about yourself in the morning, and that's ok. It's not your best moment of the day.
You see it all the time. People are literally stealing other people's pictures off of their social media and using it to catfish somebody. Whether it's because they're mean, conniving, and just plain weirdos, they picked your pictures for a reason.
They saw your pictures and thought to themselves, "If I pretend to be this person, someone will like me." And oddly, a lot of the time it works.
And in a lot of cases, who do you feel worse for? The person doing the catfishing, or the person being catfished? Because it's one thing to get fooled, but to pretend to be another person, that's just creepy. You gotta have some serious issues to waste your time doing that.
Go look at your Instagram right now. You have at least three pictures someone can create a profile with and get like 300 followers instantly.
Anyway, you're fine as fuck. And some creep out there thinks so.
Some creep thinks you're the perfect person to start a fake profile as so that they can get some love.
So after you brush your teeth, do your hair, and wash your face, look in the mirror and tell yourself "I'm cute enough to be a catfish."
Practice your angles and make sure you look good, because you never know who might want to borrow your pictures someday.
A child's favorite question to everything is "Why?" This one word reply can get so annoying after a while. But it's the one question that has never produced an answer.
No matter how many times you answer the question "Why?" there will never be a definitive answer. It could go on forever.
So why don't we ask ourselves this question more?
Think about where you are at in life right now. You are at the point you are in because of the decisions you've made in your life. Or maybe it's from the way you were raised. Or maybe it's because things have happened to you that have been out of your control.
And we always love to ask the world "Why?" Why am I in the position I'm in right now? Why can't I be where I expected myself to be at this point?
It's not wrong to ask yourself these questions. Actually, it's beneficial for you to do so. Because if you aren't reflecting on how you got to where you're at, then what are you doing?
You're most likely self-sabotaging. You're telling yourself that you can't get to the next step in your journey because you're scared, you don't believe in yourself, or you are walking around with the wrong mindset. So how can this one word question help you get to where you want to be?
Even if you've got someone in your life who is challenging you everyday to be better, your future still depends on your decisions. The best way to move forward is to ask yourself "Why?" Why do you want to move forward? What is your motivation? What is your goal? Why is it important to you?
So right now, think about a goal you want to reach. Whether its a new job, a new relationship, or just something new, write it down. Then write down the question "Why?" right underneath your goal.
You'll find that its not hard to think of reasons why you want to be better. But once you can understand what and who you're doing it for, it will make your path to your goals a little bit clearer.
Ask yourself this question everyday, and you'll remind yourself of what's important.
Ok, let's get deeper now. Why are we here? How are we here? This video above talks about a black hole possibly sucking us up one day. *Pause*
If Earth were to get swallowed up by some dark matter, then we'd probably die instantly. In which case, there's nothing to be afraid of because it would happen so quickly we wouldn't even know what would happen.
Maybe it would actually be better. Maybe it would send us into another universe where everyone gets along, theres not so much pollution, and Bill Nye is president of the world.
There's a company right now that is selling rubber bracelets, and using the profits to hire people to clean up the ocean. And while thats all well and great, it would literally take the entire population of the Earth to actually make a difference.
Do you recycle? Why not? You could definitely make a difference by reducing your carbon footprint. Who cares if recycling doesn't get you much money for the work you put in, you could make a real difference by helping out.
And by helping out, we mean just like don't litter and don't be dumb. That's it.
1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
You are an art project.
The artists were your biological parents. Coming together to create you. Human expression in it's purest form, used to start a new life.
The child is born as a blank canvas, just waiting to have their colors come to life. The loved ones who are caring for them hold the paintbrushes as they will influence the child's infantile mind. The child can't pick the ones who surround them, so you just hope they aren't too heavy handed.
As they paint the mind with all the words they speak and beliefs they hold, the child knows no other way but to accept these ways. The Father, a young man who has never picked up a paint brush before tries to become an artist.
His attempts are weak. Laughable at times. But the father doesn't know, for he is blind to the fact that his influence will shape this child's life. What should be common sense, does not come easy to the father.
The Mother, a young woman with a heart full of colors shows a desire to mold the child like a sculpture. Using her influence to show the child the ways of the world.
Nothing is ever black and white. She doesn't allow the child to get stuck in the gray area, but allows the child to view life with all it's colors. She has never done this before either, yet it comes natural to her.
The child turns into a teenager and begins to see the world from a different perspective. She is still there everyday. Influencing, encouraging, pushing. The child knows no other way when they're with their mother.
The Father is there from time to time. Picking and choosing when he wants to be an influence and when he wants to be his own man. The Father is still stuck in his childish ways. Being easily influenced by the world around him, not realizing that his paintbrush is running dry.
His words to the child carrying less weight with every day that passes without his influence. Luckily for the child, 90% of the child's life has been painted by his mother. And as he grows into a young man, she begins to hand him the paintbrush.
The child is now in college. Old enough to begin to paint their own picture, but still young enough to crave the influence of their father. The child's words to the father fall on deaf ears, as after all these years the father is still stuck in his same mindset.
But now as a young man, he wants to begin to draw what he believes will be a beautiful painting. And now, the father wants to grab a hold the paintbrush.
Father: "What are you going to college for?"
The young man is silent. Everything he's ever wanted to be in life is being doubted by the man who created him. He asks himself if the father is right. He has no words.
He goes home to tell the mother what has happened. And asks if the doubt raised by his father is true. But she knows what the child's heart has always desired. To be an artist of his own. To create his own future. To be an influence on everyone who's comes in contact with him.
The mother then grabs the industrial sized paint roller and hands it to the young man and says, "Create a masterpiece so beautiful, that nobody can ever put doubt into your mind."
And as the young man grows, he paints his picture with his father's doubt always lingering in his mind. He is everything his father is not, and the proof is in the painting.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.