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Stand Tall
Stand tall
Stand tall my little ones
Stand tall
It’s not your fault
Stand tall
After surviving the lies
Don’t be afraid to look others in the eyes
Stand tall
Stand tall when those about you fall
Stand tall
Speak for the weak
Screaming their stories from the highest peak
Stand tall
I will listen for your call
Stand tall
Just remember
You’re not alone
Stand tall.
Desert Rose nominated ME for an award!!
Today Desert Rose nominated my blog for the “Tell Me About Yourself Award.”
The rules for this award are to thank the person who nominated you, tell seven things about yourself, and nominate seven bloggers.
Thank you, Desert Rose. Thanks for making me share. 🙂
The following statements are all true.
1. I pretty much like peanut butter on everything. Including hot dogs.
2. My first dog was killed in a stash house in Mexico.
3. As a kid, I was kidnapped by a notorious biker gang and released unharmed.
4. My dad made Sixty Minutes… and not for his good deeds.
5. I was a third-generation foster kid, coming of age mostly in boys’ home and group homes and eventually aging out of the system.
6. I have lived and worked as far west as Hawaii and as far east as England and lots of places in between.
7. I feel like I won the lottery everyday. I’m happily married and have three great kids.
8. I presently earn a living hunting bad guys. I know there were only supposed to be seven things, but I’ve always had trouble following the rules. 🙂
9. I just wanted to break the rules again. I AM Potentially Disruptive.
The seven blogs I nominate for this award are… drumroll, please.
1. Poet Jena: http://poetjena.wordpress.com/about/
2. Antonio de Simone: http://antodesimone.wordpress.com/
3. Ardun Ward: http://ardunward.com/
4. Wayward Spirit: http://waywardspirit.wordpress.com/about/
5. Ramblings From an Apothetic Adult Baby: http://justingawel.com/about/
6. Scribble it Down: http://scribbleitdown.wordpress.com/
7. Cristian Mihai: http://cristianmihai.net/
Heroes
Last night at my oldest son’s football game a retired soldier was acknowledged in the stadium.
The announcer spoke of all the battles he had endured and all the accommodations he had received.
It made me think of all the kids that made it through foster care.
Some had cushy posts but most survived a war zone surrounded by the enemy for many years.
Think of the accommodations and medals they would receive.
Most of the battles these kids survived would make any soldier weep.
My hat goes off to these heroes.
Be proud you made it through the system.
I know I am.
Crazy Eyes
It was a busy day at the mega mart.
A sharp turn off the aisle had me face to face with two tattoo-faced gangbangers.
Every cell in my body sensed trouble. They reaked of crime and suspicion.
They stared at me.
I stared at them… ready to break some collar bones. Ready for anything. That was one of the great gifts of coming of age in boys’ homes. I was about to open up a can of middle aged whoop butt.
I gave ’em my famous boys’ home crazy eyes.
The two young men stepped back and just stood there.
Images of deadly moves rushed through my mind.
Thug One said, “you alright, sir.”
Sir? I thought. I’m not worthy of your harassment? A mugging? A screwdriver in my belly?
Hmm. The crazy eyes must’ve given off a different impression.
Thug Two spoke and interrupted my thoughts. “You okay sir, do you need any help?”
Help? Do they want to help me across the aisle? Do I look that old and feeble?
Looking into their eyes I could see they were generally concerned. Somehow, this was worse than being stabbed in the neck with a pencil.
Sometimes people assume I’m my kids grandpa, but this… this is ridiculous. I told them I was okay.
“Okay sir,” one of them replied.
They called me sir again. I walked off taking a deep breath and chalked it up to having a case of the PTSD sniffles.
MARTENEY MEDIA 