As I write this, my heart is heavy because I have been following the story of the young man, Michael Brown, who was killed in the middle of the road, in the middle of the day, a few weeks ago in Ferguson, Missouri.
Why is my hood more intimidating than your hood when your hood was the first hood meant to intimidate people from my hood? And to this very day you still come into my hood. Physically, you removed your hood but when the feelings are so deep in your heart you can't remove your hood. So now when you come into my hood, I feel like I have to put on a hood and pretend to be hood when I'm the farthest from hood.
This question is one of the many questions that I asked myself, in the beginning of my healing process/spiritual journey. I have been told and I have told people, “I love you” more times than I can count.
A few years ago, there was a “high profile” case of domestic violence and it appears this case has finally put a spotlight on this horrible ordeal that is too bright to ignore. It’s sad but it’s true, that we had to see the video of him hitting her so hard, that she was knocked unconscious and then dragged out of the elevator, before we accepted what we already knew, she was a victim of domestic violence.
In my first post, I never wanted a superhero, I just wanted my dad, I shared that after I read my letter at my dad’s funeral, my spiritual journey began. On my way home, I began to ask myself questions.
When I decided I was going to start a blog, I told myself that I wanted my blog to be a place where people would feel safe to share some of their thoughts and feelings and to also read the thoughts and feelings of others.
Just the other day I was sitting and talking with a friend and we began to talk about our children and how kids love and believe in their dads so much. I told him that in many ways they look at their dad as a superhero.