As you most likely know, Martin Luther King and Malcolm X both fought for the rights of African americans in America fifty years ago. They did so in very different ways. Martin Luther King used peaceful protests to try and gain rights for African Americans, while Malcolm X wanted to separate Africans Americans completely from White American and said that they had to use any means necessary to achieve this goal. Any means necessary included violence and bringing down White Americans verbally. He was the one who brought about the infamous “black power” philosophy and organizations like the Black Panthers came about because of his message. In the end, Malcolm X lost his influence and had a change of heart that led him to join Martin Luther King’s cause. They were both assassinated, and as you should know African Americans and other ethnicities now have equal rights. But, I am trying to reach a bigger point using this example.
As most of you may know a huge earthquake devastated Nepal and his killed and dislocated countless people. This really hit home for me because my partner on this blog his family in Nepal, who luckily weren’t badly affected, and I myself have family in India who felt it even though they were a ways away from the epicenter. So, after talking with my partner in this blog we decided that we should try and help the situation however we can.
So the next day we brought jars and envelops and asked each of our classes if they would be kind enough to donate. Initially we expected to not make much and that we would receive nothing more than pocket change. But we were so wrong. When I made my quick announcement and watched my envelope go around I was amazed to see people were contributing as much as twenty dollars per person. It was a truly beautiful thing to see, because it would have been so easy for all of them to simply pass it along without giving it so much as a second thought but instead I saw people cleaning out their wallets asking me if they could bring money tomorrow or if their was any limit to how much they could donate or if they could collect money themselves and give it to us. My parents encountered a lot of hardships when they first arrived to this country and they said the only thing that kept them going was seeing the general goodness in humanity which I never understood until today.
In today’s world music is more prominent in everyday life than ever before. It is almost abnormal to see someone without headphones wherever you go. But, their are some who attach, wearing headphones or listening to a certain kind of music as a juvenile thing to do. I think this is absolutely ridiculous. I say this because I think there’s room for all music.
Back when the previous generation listened to music, they were used to hearing voices like Sinatra express lovely thoughts and when they listen artists like Jay-Z they automatically assume its junk because he uses vulgar language and doesn’t sing. But, when you listen to an artist like Jay-Z and write it off as “junk”, it’s like looking at a poem and saying it has no meaning. The point I’m trying to convey is that some rap music isn’t just skin deep.
I was one of the kids that would bike to wherever they needed to go. I didn’t do it because my parents couldn’t drive me, but because I loved riding my bike. It might be because I love to pedal my heart out and feel the wind buffet against my body or it may be because of just how simple everything is on my bike. My family and friends hate my bike because they think it’s broken and I ride it anyways. When they say its broken they are referring to the wheel I bent when I got hit by a car while getting lunch, the chain that comes off from time to time, and the front breaks that no longer work for reasons that even I don’t know. But for some reason, whenever a part falls off my bike or I notice some sort of new damage to my bike it just increases my love for it. I think its because it reminds me of all the good times I’ve had on it. I remember one particular time when me and some friends were out partaking in some activities late at night that involved eggs and a friend’s cheating ex-girlfriend’s house. Long story short we assumed they were sleeping, we were wrong, they pulled into the driveway while we were admiring our work and me and my friend made a quick get away with my friend holding on to the back of my bike with him on a skateboard. The rest of our friends weren’t as lucky and let’s just say the father of the family had a way with words and knew the numbers of their parents.
Imagine walking the distance equivalent, to that of Detroit to Los Angeles in just one year. That was the reality for James Robertson. Every single day he had to walk a total of 21 miles to get to work and back because he couldn’t afford to get his car fixed and every single day a wealthy banker saw him walk until one day he offered him a ride. The banker learned his story and decided to share it out on Free Press. A young college student learned his story and had to help, so he created a fund to help James Robertson buy a car. In just one month he raised 350,000 dollars for James Robertson and the generous people at a Ford dealership gave him a Red Ford Tarus, free of charge. Today, James Robertson is enjoying his new apartment outside of the dangerous Detroit area he previously lived in and a well deserved time of leisure after ten years of hard work.
“You should never be proud of doing what’s right. You should just do what’s right.”-Dean Smith
“Look at me. Not a mark on me. I could never be an underdog. I am too great. Hail the champion!” The words spoken by the new heavyweight champion of the world in the press conference that followed the fight, that can only be described as one of the greatest sporting events in history. The fight was between Cassius Clay a.k.a. Muhammad Ali, the undersized up and comer who was challenging Sunny Liston for the boxing heavyweight title. Sunny Liston was considered one of the greatest fighters of all time, and earned the nickname “Big Bear” because he was an enormous opponent, so enormous that he only fought six minutes over thirty five months because other fighters wouldn’t dare step into the ring with the Big Bear. Cassius on the other hand was a loud mouthed undersized fighter who had gotten his lights knocked out multiple times prior.
I often have friends tell me they didn’t do certain things for the fear of what people say. I respond by saying that is absolute foolishness. A quote that explains my thought process when saying this is
“Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.”
What this quote is literally saying is that wolves don’t concern themselves with the opinion of sheep because they are indisputably superior to the sheep. Also, sheep most likely lose sleep over wolves which I think symbolizes the idea “if you got a problem with me, its your problem” which may same as arrogant and narrow minded but allow me to expand on this thought. The reason I think this way, is because I believe their are too many important things in the world and too little opportunities for happiness to drive yourself crazy over the thoughts of others. I am not saying not to listen to anyone’s criticism and live in a dream world, but rather listen to the important stuff and put anything that doesn’t out of your mind.
A common belief in life is that once you leave high school, you choose your field and essentially stick with it till you retire. Anyone who doesn’t follow this path is often looked down upon because they “quit” what they initially thought they would do. But just because you don’t follow through with something doesn’t mean you crashed the car it just means you took a wrong turn.
The captivating taste of a doughnut. The slightly crusty glazed outside with the soft, almost creamy, inside. The taste that takes many into another world of taste and enlightenment. That taste, I had not experienced until I was the age of nine.
Its that time of year again when sky gets darker, lights become brighter, and the smell of hot chocolate fills the air. Its that time where people really feel the holiday spirit. It may be hard to believe but here in California, land of the tan surfers, we feel it too. In California, we don’t have snow blanket the streets, or ice on the windows, but we do get some pretty intense winds and the occasion rainy day. Its on these rainy days that I really feel the holiday spirit the most.