It was a normal Saturday morning watching Hotel Transylvania:Transformania with my Blair bear...

as we call her. I was just drinking some coffee and trying to learn from the week we just lived. Every day is now a new path we have never been down before. Yes, of course, some things feel very familiar to me. Yet, the core of the week had changed, for sure. We didn’t think Sunday night when we finished our book, This Is Why You Think I Am Crazy, that it would be live early Monday morning. 

Waking up for work on the Monday morning, our thoughts were not of the book. Our mind was recalling memories of our life growing up as a young boy. The days that were spent on the school yard in the city with one of my old friends. The same friend I just told a couple of days ago, I hope to see him again on a visit to our old home, someday. It was a great man’s birthday, Martin Luther King Jr. I was always an admirer of him and how he cared himself during his life. He did so much in a time when things were growing, and there still was a lot of negative energy in the air, to say it mildly. Yet, he always held his water. He spoke on top of the surrounding ashes. Furthermore, he was not afraid to speak with clarity, strength, compassion, and had style to it. How could any human not respect that?

Trying to place the day, we checked to see where the manuscript was in processing. There it was and available to the world. We were blown away with emotions. It was almost like a little party in our head, everyone was excited about the news. Our emotions were everywhere. Our step had a little bounce to it as we walked out the door with a coffee in hand. I had my backpack on, and was layered in lots of clothes. It gets cold at work in winter. 

We headed down the road to a friend’s house to get a ride to work. Our truck has been broke down a couple of weeks, leaving us with only one vehicle. Grrr that truck, it is frustrating and whole different story in itself, for sure. Upon arrival at his house, I spoke with him and his lady, our friend. I thanked them for a ride and the help. On the ride to work, thoughts rolled through our head. We tried to prepare ourselves for the great day ahead. Thoughts ranged from  how we were going to act to what would come of the day. We knew we had to try to contain our excitement because let’s just say, we can get worked up, for sure. Trash man/special protects man gone wild is what we were feeling like. 

Looking back, I would say we learned so much this last week. Some was good and some was bad. However, growth comes in many forms. Growth is exactly what took place, no doubt. However, we wouldn’t really grade ourselves us high this week. It feels great to finally express our self in our own way. We only reached this point, by fighting through the fear of the truths I have told, and by standing on the ashes of many lives lived. I had many emotions that kept bottled up and finally feel like we found ourselves again. We want to keep growing and to keep pushing. The truth is, it feels like we ripped through our skin. The question is what will we become.

Our intention is to help anyone and everyone. Yet, through this week, I found myself fighting our own emotions that were brought on by one man. His actions were out of my control. I chose to crawl the mountain side. I decided to stop letting the demons eat my flesh and soul. My decisions were what I felt was needed to stand on the ashes and not afraid of what is to come. I had to fight for us, our family, and hopefully enlighten others with our lessons. Some were good, and some were not so good. However, that to us felt like courage at a high level. At times, we also felt like maybe we shouldn’t have written the book and put ourselves out there. This was the direct result of our friend attacking only six hours after the release. They came at us with anger and judgement with the cut of his sword. With each cut, we felt we learned a lesson from it. Although we did not see the lesson right away, we eventually did. The point is that we learned. 

The real growth this week would not have come without the text I received on Thursday night. Her text brought tears to our eyes. We never imagined anyone ever saying those kind words to us. We texted back and forth. Thank you, my friend, for the words and your wisdom. You texted the word faith to me and that became my strength. It was our reason to stay focused and to not hide or go away again. I appreciate you and your great family. Thank you, again.

 Martin Luther King Jr. was an amazing soul. We appreciate his strength and will. We have learned we are weak and need to fight the good fight more. We have to find the courage to not only scream, stand, and fight but to stand with strength and will. Just as great men, such as MLKJ, and women of our world have done.  To date, though, we still have a lot to learn. Thank you for your time. Peace.