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  • September 18, 2023

We are Divided

It’s that time again. The election is around the corner! Let me start by saying SHAME ON US. This week marked the 22 year anniversary of the 911 attacks. Despite the many mysteries that have surrounded the 911 attacks. The facts are horrible. Nearly 3000 people were killed here on American soil. To be completely honest I was not a proud American before the 911 attacks. My view was marred by racism, slavery and my personal accomplishments in my life. I blamed my social, economic and current status in life on my parents, teachers, friends and the country I was born and raised in. This tragedy helped me turn my self-inflicted nightmare of a life into a living dream. This was a mindset. I am still working toward my goals 22 years later. The 911 attacks taught me that WE the people of the country are all deemed the same by most of our allies and enemies from other countries. When the attacks were plotted the attackers were not trying to kill only black, white, or latin americans. They were not trying to kill men or women. They weren’t trying to kill old or young people. They were not trying,...
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  • June 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust to,...
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Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son”  Or  “Black boy” Was an  “Outsider” Burning in  “Dante’s inferno” He almost became a  “Dopefiend”  Trying to be  “Daddy cool” And  Never found his  “Black Girl Lost” “Malcolm X” Intensified the hate Realizing  He was “Brainwashed” “Jab, Jab Jab, Right Hook” His life felt like he was doing “75 Hard” Now  “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” Establishing “Atomic Habits” Because  “Discipline equals Freedom” Life “Can’t Hurt me” “The Power of ONE MORE” Means WE ARE “Never Finished” By Wakime Sharri Hauser Work Cited
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PLAN A

Plan B. What does that really mean? Does it mean you’re not fully confident in your Plan A? Does it mean you’re playing it safe? I wrestled with that for years. And when I say wrestled, I’m talking about a full-on, no-holds-barred, steel cage match with myself about what commitment really looks like. Back in the day, basketball was my first love. But I never made it my Plan A. It was just one of the things I liked to do. One of many. And when you’re splitting your focus, you don’t get what you say you want. You get what you worked for—what you fully commit to. Now? I’m the owner of Workout Harder Fitness. I’m a teacher. I drive Uber. I’m the CEO of a nonprofit that’s changing lives in my community. Don’t get it twisted—this isn’t about having Plan B, C, and D lined up because I don’t believe in myself. I do all these things because I’m built for it. But when it comes to Workout Harder Fitness, there is no Plan B. That’s my Plan A. That’s my purpose. That’s the thing I’ve thrown my entire life into because it’s bigger than just me. When,...
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  • May 8, 2023

HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...
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