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Wow, what a job that was, trying to keep up with her quotas and deadlines. At the end of the day, I couldn’t keep up. One day in a heated argument, she stared at me with burning eyes that could melt metal. The tone of her words had a calmness of anger only frustration could produce as she said, “Get the fuck out, right now! I never want to see you again!” All I could do is shake my head as I received my relationship’s pink slip. What should I do now? Where do I start? That’s when I got a phone call from a friend. He suggested the one thing all friends suggest after being fired from a relationship; more job hunting. He tells me to dress for interviews so we could job search a night on the town. We hit a job fair at this one bar, but left five minutes after. It had too many job seekers and not enough employers. As we walk down the street, we put in more applications to employers with words such as, “Hey, baby! Where are you going tonight? Can I come?” Then we enter the line for another job fair at this club. Boy, did our eyes open seeing all the employers in line for this one. We’re in line like two evil villains with the perfect plan. This job fair was an expensive one, but it gave me high hopes. I entered the club, eyes scrolling side to side, up and down taking in information on some employers I may want to interview with. We walk to the bar and ask for two drinks. I scan the bar while waiting for our drinks. I take out two applications in my brain. I go over one application that is for an employer for the night. Then another one that’s for an employer for the rest of my life. I am trying to decide which one to use. That’s when I hear a voice trying to get my attention over the music. She loudly says, “Excuse me, can you please ask the bartender for a Long Island for me?” I look at her then quickly back at the bar. My brain’s late registration of her face caused me to do a double take. I think I have found an employer I want to give my application to. With my double take, I smile and respond to her question, “Well I don’t know, that depends on if you allow me to buy it for you?” She grins with approval while I put her order in.  I introduce myself with the confidence of a man who knows he has this job sewn up. She greets me with a gentle handshake, and so begins the interview process. With each question she asked, the answers I respond with expand my comfort level. She gives me moments of eye contact that shows visual emotions only a great conversation can create. The liquor starts to take more effect on the two of us. That’s when I take a chance that could have my application tossed in the trash. I give her this stare and grin as if I am letting off a romantic night mist that will make my question much easier to embrace. I slide my chair closer, touch her hand then whisper in her ear, “How do you think this night of wonderful conversation will end?” She slides her head back slightly to register my question. Now I have this facial expression of an intoxicated man trying cover up his inner thoughts. She answers, “Well, that depends on how far this conversation of wonder takes us.” Now I slide an inch closer, with my brain developing an ego of confidence that has me mentally rubbing my hands together. I reply with drunken confidence, “How about we explore more with a cab to your place of residence?” I give her direct eye contact trying to see if my question is wrong just in case I need a fast recovery. This is the moment that can have me starting all over with another employer. She drinks the rest of her drink, looks at me, and gives me a signal with her eyes equal to a referee putting his arms up for a game winning field goal. We get up and head towards the door. I pat my pockets hoping to find protection. I feel what I was looking for with a smile. Then my friend gives me a nod of mental thumbs up as I exit the club. We get in a cab and head to her place. On the way there, we had less and less to say as our eyes spoke exactly what we’re thinking. Even in my drunken state, I have a train of thought that asked, ‘Did I give her my application in the first place? And if I did which one did I give her?’ I am at the point of not caring; I just go with the flow. We arrive at her place and before she could touch a light for sight, we start intimately kissing. Our lips touch like two people who just got off a kissing diet. I take her clothes off with each touch, rub, and hug as she guides us to her room. We connect with an affectionate, physical embrace of lust, which has my night’s interview process an unfamiliar occurrence. The next morning, I wake up next to her with more shock then a man who goes deaf. She awakes seeing my face which creates a moment of uncertainty that I can read like a book. We both lay there on mute. I start to think, what happened? What does this mean? Did I get the job or do I even want this job? I break the ice when I say, “I better get going. I have a thousand and one things to do.” She quickly gets up, using the same excuse. We exchange numbers, trying to bring some normality to the situation. On my way home, my thoughts of job hunting has me realize how hard it will be. So many times we get involved with people for reasons that have nothing to do with what makes us truly happy. It’s the same as taking on a career just because it has a great salary. It can create regrets that make you think, have you really attempted to pursue what would have made you happy? At least if you failed in that pursuit of happiness, your doubts in trying to accomplish it would have been satisfied. Trying to get the right person is a task that takes so much to achieve. It’s a road we all want to get off, but while you’re on that road, think about what you truly want. Think about what would make you happy. Try to make sure the employer you attempt to work with has the same goal. Because you don’t want to be that person who wakes up next to someone with the thought of, ‘Why did I choose this person as my career?’

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Ray Charles- Georgia On My Mind

My grandmother was born in Monticello, Georgia on Septemeber 21, 1933 and passed away on January of 2009. Her impact on my life has blanketed the way I live, think, and carry myself. She is one of the best women I have ever met in my life. In so many ways, it’s because of her that my take on life and love is strong as it is. I can remember me saying to her, “I hope to meet a woman that is at least 1/4 of you in that woman’s own way. And if I ever did get to meet that woman I will marry her.” My grandmother’s display of love, compassion, and warmth has created a side of me that allows me to appriecate life in ways others take for granted. She is one of my biggest goals today. If I never get to accomplish any other goal in my life, I do want to accomplish my goal of showing her I have become a good man. I want to show her that every piece of wisdom, every ounce of love and sacrifice she provided for me didn’t go to waste. So, Grandma, I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You are the best and I realize that you helped make sure I never settled for less. I love you Mattie L. Smith, rest in peace you Southern Peach.

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A True Woman

The summer holds so many memories for me; it has helped to make my brain a wonderland at times. One summer memory that comes to mind is when I was fifteen. It had to be at least ninety degrees but it felt like it was a hundred. My grandfather was the true definition of what it was to be old fashion. When it was time to cook, no matter the weather, it was time to cook. So my grandmother is in the kitchen cooking, sweating more then Patrick Ewing in the lay-up line. I am looking at her as she cooks and I just think why. Why is she cooking? Why aren’t we just having take out in the first place? But my grandfather is not thinking that at all. The more my grandmother cooked, the more it hurt me. I can see her emotional pain in ever bead of sweat dripping from her face as she does her best to keep her moral poker face intact. What tops it all off is after all the cooking, the sweating, and the eating my grandfather didn’t even attempt to part his lips to say, ‘That was delicious.’ I don’t want to paint a picture of my grandfather that makes it seem like he’s this cold hearted man who has no sign of feelings; just that he had his own way of showing his love. My grandmother cooking that day is not what made her a true woman. There isn’t this complex difference between her cooking a meal and today’s woman studying to get her Masters. What makes her a true woman is the fact that she didn’t allow the lack of appreciation affect her overall personality. My grandmother could have let this hinder an overall goal she may have subconsciously set for us. As I have gotten older the more I realize how easy it is to allow the lack of recognition to cause bitterness. The development of that bitterness can affect the morale of so many people you come in contact with. My grandmother may have been in great pain after that meal but I do appreciate the strength she showed me that day. She could have let this get to her to the point that she decided to go against my grandfather. She could have let the mental suffering take over and crush the morale in our household. Sometimes I wonder if she allowed situations like this to affect her personally, would I even be the man that I am today. Whether you’re a woman who is an executive, independent figure at whatever corporation or a woman who takes care of home in the housewife position, the essence of being a true woman is all the same. You try your best to hold yourself to principles and morals that you feel can bring out the best in your family and others. For this reason the essence of a true woman comes out of you even when it seems as if reward will never come your way. So when you, as a woman, feel like your not valued or think no one has their eyes or ears towards you; someone is watching and appreciating what you’re doing. Remember that those principles and morals that you are holding yourself to, even in the darkest of night, is the definition of what it is to be a TRUE WOMAN.

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Were you ever watching television when a breaking story interrupted your program and the newscaster said, “This just in we have breaking news,” from whatever celebrity trying to right a wrong. The celebrity would get on the television, start his or her “I am so sorry, it will never happen again.” Now you’re at home looking, and whether you believe it or not, you still feel like he/she was just presenting a representation of him or herself. This can be applied to today’s society, whether it’s a friend or person you’re dating, they’re showing their representative to you. Now the thing about people showing their representative to you is that it can be used to manipulate what they’re really trying to achieve. It can be good or bad, but no matter the goal we can all attest that we have used it. I just think it has been used for personal gain so much that it comes out the wrong way at times. You have to realize when your eyes are set on a certain goal (business, friend, or dating relationship) that you must actually put in work for that goal. You have to make sure you’re not sitting on your hands because a bad representative can be with you for years before you notice you even have one. That representative can cloud you enough to cover over habits and flaws you may never wanted to be part of. While you’re taking your time to get to know a person, be conscious of the INFAMOUS REPRESENTATIVE. If you’re not slightly prepared it can determine whether you get the person you really want in your life. I just hope your well-equiped not to get the negative side and end up with a representation of a relationship.

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Weekends were some of the best times growing up for me. On the weekends I would go to my grandmother’s house, which was full of loving relatives, and stay from Friday to Sunday. I had to be at least seven to eight at the time and Saturdays stood out like a sore thumb. Every Saturday my grandparents had their routine of going food shopping. It would take at least forty-five minutes to an hour just to get to ShopRite. What highlighted the ride was the music my grandparents played in the car. It was a mix of 50’s-80’s music station that was being played on the radio. I can remember me in the back seat of a dark blue, four-door, 1984 Fleetwood Cadillac; strapped in listening. The music seemed as if it was knitting a music blanket in my brain. It had me feeling like I was watching a lady on her porch in a rocketing chair, her radio on, and her hand goes up and down, in and out with every thread, creating a music blanket. As I get closer and closer to the porch, I look soul-stirringly into this carefully crafted blanket. I see this collage of music greats sewed together to create memories that has passed through decades of generations. The patterns of Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole, and Ray Charles perfectly woven together with Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye, and Stevie Wonder; all for me. I am sitting in the back of the car, the further my grandfather drives, the more I seep into the music. Until the music just curls me up into a soundless childhood sleep. It’s moments like this one that has been embedded in me to help shape who I am today. As time passes on, the more classic music becomes for us all. The impact of timeless music can and has stored memories that even if you heard them today never gets old. Just think, every time you hear a certain song it just takes you away, puts you right in that happy, sad, or even angry moment of time. Whatever music blanket that is in your brain’s mental storage, is there for a specific reason. Whether hard times or good times, the life-long memories that music has created makes life much more valuable to endure.

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One day I came home from a hard day’s work. It was one of those days that had me feeling like I was in a Rocky, Apollo Creed fight. When I walked in the door I was greeted by the loving arms of my girlfriend. She embraced me like she was seeing her favorite artist for the first time. She could see in my face that the day just took so much from me. As we both walked to my room, I felt like I was going to lie on my bed and sleep into another world. When I got there I didn’t even think about my clothes, I just jumped right onto my bed. I guess my girlfriend decided to turn on the radio and put in my favorite music album. I closed my eyes sinking  into my bed as the album got deeper. I could feel the albums sounds knowing the right emotion to play at that moment. Track after track played like fingers caressing my back, slowly whispering in my ear; knowing exactly what I needed for me to feel a certain mental calmness. The tracks of the album felt like a musical quilt wrapping me in a climax of relaxation. Then all of a sudden I opened my eyes, and I realized there wasn’t any music playing at all. All that time it was my girlfriend doing this to me. She knew, at that moment of time, exactly what I needed to help me through the night like my favorite music album. A relationship with a person can be just like an album. There will be tracks on the album you don’t understand. You will even come across some of the album that you don’t listen to. But when you’re in a time of need that album will always be the one that helps the most. That night I recognized how she was the album for me at that time of my life. I didn’t have a clue if I would keep that album forever, or if it was a classic at all, but I do know in that moment she was the album of my life.

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Have you ever seen grass that just looks so much greener on the other side? Looking from the distance that you’re at makes that person look that much better or that much better for you. It gets to the point that you’re dreaming about having a life with them. Then it happens you meet them, you’re on the lawn; the closer you get the darker and duller the grass becomes. That’s when you realize this grass is nothing like the dream of what you really wanted at all. So you do the natural thing, look back at your old grass and realize the best was always in front of your face. You were living the dream that you thought was in the grass from a distance. Dreaming is best fit for setting an aspiration you want to achieve, but when you walk with that dream realize that your eyes are closed. Wake up before you take a step because you must make sure that dream is leading to a path you really want. Not some fantasy that was never worth the walk in the first place.

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