Thursday, 29 July 2010
The Courage and Determination of the Human Spirit
Sunday, 27 June 2010
"The show must go on."
To say that they had had a few hiccups would be an extreme understatement. Delayed flights led to an unplanned overnight stay in Washington D.C., group members traveling to Toronto today [Sunday, June 27th] on two separate flights and worst of all, their instruments did not make it onto the plane.
When they took the stage, the audience was unaware of any of this. The fans had braved the elements on a rainy evening; make that a stormy Sunday night to see a Jazz music legend. They got what they came for.
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Single again. Now what?
Friday, 26 February 2010
Dreams
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Sometimes you have to lower your expectations (re a relationship).
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If that be so, can this be any less moronic.
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with no expectation of something more
-- especially in my first 3 years at university)].
THAT WHICH SHE MUST DO
to exercise dominion over all the earth;
does NOT behave like a man] to have dominion over you.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
New Beginnings
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Anchors are good things. People anchors can weigh you down, keep you from taking flight when you need to.
Anchors (including some unique people that God places in your life and mine, often at strategic moments) can help us to remain on an even keel, to refrain from going off on tangents, losing my/our focus and direction.
Ultimately, it is my responsibility to know my purpose and to ensure that my goals, plans and dreams (those that I responsibly pursue) are in alignment with my personal philosophy of life; with my "raison d'être." However, I believe that external accountability is not only a good thing; it is an essential thing.
At various points, at critical moments during my five plus decades, God has placed special people in my life. During my first two decades, it was usually a Sabbath school teacher, a school teacher, a professor a close family friend or an older brother or sister at church.
Often they were mentors, "a hand to guide me," as Denzel Washington would say. His book is a must read. If you have not already read it, you need to [in my opinion (and I have many of them)].
Washington, Denzel and Paisner, Daniel, A Hand to Guide Me: Legends and Leaders Celebrate the People Who Shaped Their Lives
ISBN - 10:0696230496
ISBN - 13:9780696230493
http://books.google.ca/books?id=ILdSeSY8FSQC&printsec=frontcover&dq=a+hand+to+guide+me&ei=oENLSryOL6SCywSViJiKDg&client=firefox-a
In his debut as an author, Denzel Washington shares his personal story of the mentors who helped guide his life.
Contributors include Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, Antwone Fisher, Bonnie Raitt, Cal Ripken, Alex Rodriguez, Dick Vitale, Whoopie Goldberg and more.
A portion of the book’s proceeds benefit 4.5 million children currently involved in the "Boys & Girls Clubs of America."
From the Jacket:
Denzel Washington started out far from the film world where he has become an American legend. He learned industriousness by running errands and brushing off clothes for patrons at a neighborhood barber shop. Today he is not only an Academy Award-winning actor, he is the national spokesperson for the Boys & Girls Clubs of America, to which he pledges his proceeds from this book.
In his dedication to youth, he has brought together six dozen people with treasured stories to share about the importance of guiding hands and role models when they were growing up.
Working with Denzel Washington and his notable collaborators, best-selling writer Daniel Paisner has helped them tell their powerful stories while staying true to their individual voices.
Now those voices join in the moving chorus of A Hand to Guide Me, a book that pays tribute to the love and generosity of people taking time to help one another, lifting one life at a time.
Remember, too, that we each have a responsibility to give back [pay it forward, some call it]. Were it not for the positive influence of ________ in my life, I would not be ...
... where I am right now.
... the man that I am today.
I have been blessed much more than many insofar as that my first mentors, two of my greatest mentors were/are James Daniel Bailey and Julia Isilda (née Davy) Bailey. My parents modeled many things for my sister and me.
Integrity
Honesty
Hard work and its reward
effective Financial management
Responsibility
good Citizenship
a Giving Spirit
Love
Kindness
how to Entertain others (hosting endless dinners for friends)
Unselfishness
Selflessness
Putting the needs of your children ahead of your own
[My mom worked nights until I was 14. I have no conscious memory of ever being at a babysitter.]
The list is endless.
Denzel's book is beneficial to me but not as beneficial as having learned first hand from the Godly example of parents who neither "spared the rod" (when needed) nor "spoiled the child[ren]"
How could I forget to add the value of education to the list. As I said, the aforementioned list is endless.
Even now, two and a half years after my dad passed away, I still hear the lessons he taught me; lessons that I was often guilty of ignoring (but no more -- usually).
I digressed. I'm blaming Denzel. I would tell him in person, were he beside me.
New beginnings
Transition periods
Fresh beginnings
A time to refocus
Hopefully, by the grace of God, henceforth, wasted minutes, missed opportunities (relatively rare with me, unless I am off on a mission), squandered words will be few.
Thank you CM.
Thank you Rick Warren for your book, The Purpose Driven Life
http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/en-US/Home/home.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Purpose_Driven_Life
John Maxwell, you're on my list. Your books on leadership are almost on deck.
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
"Mr. Obama Goes to Washington"
“The Invisible Man,” a literary tapestry, skillfully woven together by Ralph Ellison more than half a century ago, depicts the experience of the Black man in America. Several years ago, this book was highly recommended to me, independently by three different people over the space of a fortnight.
Some time later, I bought him, barely glanced at him, then placed my “Invisible Man” upon the shelf, where he remained in his place for many years.
On the eve of this year’s U.S. presidential election, I was on a Greyhound bus, en route to Minneapolis, Minnesota. What more opportune moment could there have been for me, a British-born Canadian of Jamaican ancestry to retrieve my man from the shelf, dust him off and invite him to open up his world to me?
Fast forward 24 hours. It is a little after 6 p.m. on November 3, 2008. I have just arrived at the Greyhound terminal in Minnesota. I detect no air of mystery; no hint that a heretofore unimaginable, inconceivable phase of U.S., nay, world history is about to unfold.
Fast forward once more. It is the evening of Tuesday, November the fourth. The news anchors have all declared Barack Obama to be the president-elect of the United States of America. John McCain, his Republican rival, has called to congratulate him.
What are the implications of Barack Obama’s historic election victory to:
- the Black child living in abject poverty in the deep south?
- the pregnant Hispanic single mom whose partner left her the week before their son would be born?
- the thousands of Berliners who cheered for him when he spoke to them in their once divided city?
- thousands of U.S. managers and middle managers whose positions have been amalgamated or eliminated as corporations trim the fat in a sometimes futile attempt to remain competitive in a global market place as the world teeters on the brink of one regional crisis after another?
For me, Mr. Obama’s win confirms the hopes and dreams, the belief in the possibility of success in any realm that my mother, late father, Sabbath school teachers, close family friends and school teachers instilled within me.
Has the day arrived in America where a man “shall not be judged but the color of his skin but by the content of his character”? It appears to have knocked on the door of the White House and gained residence therein; but has it worked its way down to the grass roots?
I shall conclude with words of a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow that my mother taught me when I was in my formative years.
“The heights that great men gained and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight;
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.”



