I first became aware of the cause when I met Matthew Reeves, an avid supporter and State Committee member of the Law Enforcement Torch Run. I tagged along and watched as Matt and his friends organized various fundraisers throughout the year, convinced of what an amazing thing they were doing simply by watching them in action.
It was not until I attended my first Summer Games opening ceremonies at the College of New Jersey, however, that I was truly hooked. I was lucky enough to stand at ground level next to the field, giving me the perfect view of the athletes as they made their entrance. Each county in New Jersey was represented, bringing thousands of athletes together in that stadium. Although creating stories is my chosen profession, I still look upon that moment and struggle for the words to describe what I saw and what I felt. I envisioned many roles as I watched, thinking on the stories behind the athletes on that field, and what they must be feeling – as a parent of an athlete, a sibling, a coach – and as a proud athlete who worked so hard all year to participate in the games. Finally, I thought of it in my role as a volunteer, and I realized how very blessed I am to be able to contribute in some small way to the realization of a dream for all those who were standing on that field. Seeing the pride in those faces, the triumph in their stares, and the strength in their hearts is something that can not be bought – yet each of us who volunteer or contribute in some way are a part of that success.
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Three friend requests and two messages from Billy Currington telling me what an awesome fan I am and how we should chat.
Leave me alone, Billy, I only allow super famous people on my super private Facebook account. I didn’t accept Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen Joseph Dunford last week, nor did I accept Kit Harington this week. This is an exclusive club here, you gotta up your game. You can follow my E.B. Brown page like the others.
I continue to be shocked daily on how people have so much time on their hands to create fake accounts and send the same friend requests over and over. I don’t have time to keep up with the real accounts I have. 😂🤣
In other news, my legs went numb while I was sitting on the toilet peeing this morning and checking Facebook, and then when I got up I stumbled around like a newborn deer for five minutes until the blood flow returned to my legs.
This is what happens when I think I’m hitting snooze on my phone alarm, but instead I throw it across the room, crack the screen, and wake up an hour late.
This day is a total bust. FML.
Follow me on my FB page or my personal account.
Apparently the re-post(FB) I made about bathrooms was so offensive to a person that she felt the need to slam my inbox with multiple messages and threaten me in several ways, including boycotting my books, because she claims I am a pedophile supporter (HER words). I guess I have to clarify my position if I want to get any work done today.
1. If you don’t like what I post, then stop reading and delete yourself from my personal page. Pretty simple. If you want to complain, put it on my fan page, where you may or may not be filtered.
2. I don’t care who is sitting in the bathroom stall beside me.
3. I don’t know what bathroom stalls you people use, but any stall I’ve ever used in a public place pretty much kept me from seeing the genitals of the person in the stall next to me. I mean, if I squinted real hard and looked through the crack in the corner, I could probably see a flash of skin, but I can’t recall ever routinely witnessing anyone waving a penis around like a banner when I happened to accidentally glance in that quarter inch gap in the door.
4. If someone is waving a penis around in the women’s restroom or made a move to assault me (if I’m there with my daughter or not), then I know I have every right to call the police. Just like I would if it happened in a dark alley or broad daylight. Do I think that sort of behavior is done by a specific group of people? YES, sexual predators. Are all priests sexual predators? No. Are all black people criminals? No. Are all gay people fashion savvy? No. Are all cops racist? No. Are all rednecks gun-toting vigilantes? No. Are all transgender people pedophiles? NO. I judge people as individuals, not as the sum of a label of which they have no control.
5. It’s none of my business what equipment is between the legs of another person. I have personal opinions about the subject, but this isn’t about what I believe or don’t believe about the mechanics/dna/physical state/psychological state/morality/or religious interpretation of transgendered citizens. My bottom line is that I believe in live and let live. If man, you feel like a woman, sing it loud & proud, be happy, & live a good life. That’s the same thing I wish for anyone, so interpret that however you will.
6. I feel fortunate to live in a country where so many people spend time complaining about who is peeing in the stall next to them. I’ve been to other countries where my only option was to pee in a hole in the ground with a toilet seat on it, while in a row of ten with NO toilet paper….and the chick next to me offered me some of her leaves.
Was she transgendered? I have no clue. I smiled and took the leaf she offered and I didn’t think to look between her legs.
Seriously, people. Spare a square.