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Vincent(Flash Fiction)

Published April 12, 2014 by ladyserenity92

I don’t know how they came. They were streaks of light that fell from the sky. If memory serves me right, they were shooting stars. I never thought that shooting stars were signs of hope; nor would I ever believe that one day I would look back to see how those same shooting stars would stay with me long after they disappeared.

I was eleven-years old. I lived in Harlem, New York with my mother and twin brother, Norman in the year 1956. My dad died in War World II after the liberation. I never knew Dad, except in pictures of him with Mother.

Mother never married Dad. Mother always said that it could’ve been wonderful living a fairy-tale life with him. Dad was a German pastor who spoke fluent English at Mom’s church. In fact, he was her Au Pair growing up.

Back then, wealthy blacks manage to get by on their own; choosing education over money. In the photograph, Mother was happy in her swimsuit. On the beach with Dad, she was brown-skinned with black curly hair. Dad on the other hand had an alabaster complexion, thinning blonde hair and freckles.

I was so curious about Dad. I wanted to know more about him. I took Dad’s picture off the centerpiece and brought it over to Mom.

“When I first met him, his sliver eyes sparkled like stars,” she replied.

“Daddy had sliver eyes?”

Mom smiled a nostalgic smile.

“Your father was like a prince from a fairy tale. In fact, when I was twelve, he would tell me a story about the shooting stars. In the story, he once said that every time you see a shooting star, your wish will come true. After the shooting stars fade away, you will see an ugly rock in your path.

“Remember this, when you hear a voice that tells you to pick up that rock, turn it over and see the beauty that rock has.”

It was yesterday on my way to school that I saw an ‘ugly’ rock. I wanted to hit the boys bullying me with it. For some reason, I didn’t want to.

 

That night, out my window I saw them. Shooting stars soaring across the sky. As I watched the night sky, my brother was fast asleep.  Stars filled with hope and dreams, soaring across the night sky.

 

Saturday morning came. My brother was still stuck in bed and Mother was getting ready for her house cleaning job. I told her about the shooting stars.

“Vincent,’ she sighed. “Now you know it’s just a story. I stopped believing in shooting stars when Dad died. Now, don’t get too hopeful. Stay grounded.”

Talking to Norman about the shooting stars was a big no-no!

 

I left the apartment, discouraged. I came across the ‘ugly’ rock that I hated.

“Pick it up.” A voice told me.

I picked up the rock and turned it over.

And sure enough, they were gems inside the ‘ugly’ rock.

The End

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Second Chances(:^_^:)

Published February 23, 2013 by ladyserenity92

(:^_^:) Pepper Mint Patty/P-Chan

What I love about life is second chances. (:^_^:)

America is a land of second chances.

Sure America’s a bit sloppy at first…

After awhile, things do get better.

I never want to become a Buddhist.

Being a Buddhist means you don’t get another chance.

I’m seeing more people coming to America starting up businesses.

More Japanese pilgrims are living in America than ever.

Greenhouse=Freedom!(Japanese love living in America!)

People come to America for freedom.

America’s the perfect spot!

We’re the 23country!

It translates: We treat people with respect and get it in return. Either if we don’t, we still kill people with kindness.

My friend from Japan is a Bonsai vendor. I promised him that once I get a desk, I buy one of his plants(with cash!)

I’m happy that he’s staying in America for good.

The best part, he’s no longer a Buddhist! (8)

In America, you always get more chances if you make a mistake.

As for Japan…

I love Japan.

But do you see people hugging you and inviting you into their house on Sunday?

Go for broke!

Self-Update!(Inside the “Bell Jar”)

Published February 19, 2011 by ladyserenity92

You’re wondering why I haven’t posted up any new entries for the past four days.

I’m sad to tell my fans that I had a brush with depression and suicide for the pass seven months.

I know with the recession, my family; class/racial bullying and so much going on, I felt like I was trapped in my own Bell Jar that I could not get out of.

Silvia Plath was jus like that.

To this day, not too many people know her.

Silvia Plath made the dission to end her life.

She will always remind me of the things that I would lose had I been successful.

In a world like this everybody always feel like they’re in a Bell Jar.

There is a way out.

Death isn’t one of them.

There are more people who love me more than people who hate me.

As you take little steps out of your bell jar, there will always be someone who hands you a ‘moon bell’ to break yourself free.

Hang on to hope and

Smile. 🙂

Go for broke!

TV Turn off Week:April 19-25 & Sept. 19-25, 2010

Published April 16, 2010 by ladyserenity92

When was the first time you got grounded by your parents or guardians?

If you remember, the first thing that they probably took  from you was your television privileges.

In your room, the first thing you could have done was do your homework.

Or maybe you drew, or wrote fan fiction.

Maybe, you might had listened to your radio.

When I was grounded, I did just that.

And…I liked every moment of living in a No-TV paradise.

In 1994, a group of ‘free-thinkers’ decided that kids and adults needed to be ‘grounded’ and deprived of their ‘TV privileges.’

And that was how TV Turn Off Week  was formed.

Now in its 15th year, TV Turn Off Week has been gaining more supporters in spite of broadcasting companies launching new hit shows.

In fact, the same group is now putting its aim on shutting off ‘digial’ devices also.

A few years ago, I decided to give this ‘No-TV’ week a go.

At first I enjoyed not watching the boob-tube. I went outside in the air, I read books all night, I even wrote ’til dawn. But in a family of thick-heads, I couldn’t bear the temptation and ended up watching T.V. with them. I told my friend Carlyle about it. As a second mother-figure, she told me that it alright to ‘break the sabbat’ by watching the news with your family. ‘No one isn’t going to ‘chop’ off your head and put it on a platter for a mistake. Just be careful next time.’

Now in a new decade, television has gotten too mean-spirited, too shallow and…(Oh, bloody hell! You know what I’m saying!)

Television can be entertaining and educational, but too much television can be overloading. Just like most good things, it’s best to enjoy television in moderation. If you want to watch television, get a subscription to a television magazine(i.e. TV Guide) and make a ‘menu seclection’ of your favorite shows. If your favorite show is on too late, or you long to find that ‘rare, nearly forggoten’ television show, visit the library, a video rental store; ect. and ask the employees if they can help you.

Most of the popular, older shows are imports, if you can’t understand what show you want to order, some of the employees do speak some English. You might want to describe the show and bring a picture and the title.

Chose wisely, grasshopper!

Do you know Jaime Escalante?

He was a teacher who taught his class to belive in themselves and in math. He was a Bolivian immigrant whose life was based in the bio-pic Stand and Deliver in 1988. It was a shame that out of countless TV networks in America, only ABC chose to air the news of his passing from cancer at age 79. Instead, they chose to broadcast the passing of actress Dixie Carter. Dixie Carter had cancer and died at 70. She got more respect than Mr. Escalante.

(Rest in peace, Teacher!/Sensei Escalante!)

Dixie Carter is nothing compared to Jaime Escalante. Jaime Escalante is the real hero.

Speaking of ‘Heroes’

Ronald T. Takaki was a controversial ethnic scholar. As a ‘Ganji’ (outsider), he felt empathy not only for his kind, but for the ethnic and social classes in America. Takaki was an open-hearted and kind man who taught sociality to love one another, in spite of that person that’s not of your own kind. Because he didn’t fit the ‘Joe Jutsu’ discription of a Japanese person nor stayed in his place, Ronald T. Takaki faced discrimination. In face, when he fell in love with the daughter of a caucasian(white) pastor, the girl’s parents condemned him and showed him the door.

Ronald, (who was a Christian) was heartbroken that a man who spoke about God’s message about loving one another and of tolerance would forbade him from dating his daughter because of his race.

You could just imagine  18-year old Ronald being lashed at in front of  his 17-year old girlfriend by her father. Ronald was forbidden from ever seeing his beloved again.

No one knows what happen that reunited Ronald with his sweetheart. It maybe that when spring came, Ronald saw his love under the cherry tree, waiting for him. It was on that day they decided to wed, no matter what the cost. It was a white wedding grown Mrs. Takaki wore on the day she married her husband. (In some asian cultures, the color white is a symbol for death.) On the day of Ronald’s funeral, she wore a black dress with a vile. In the television world, Mrs. Takaki was always watching soap novels and other things that only ‘whites’ can have happiness in the world. When she first met Ronald, she realized that what you see on the picture isn’t always what the world want you to belive. You have to find the truth for yourself.

Ronald was the truth she needed. To this day, instead of watching the television with its silly soap novels, Mrs. Takaki wears her wedding dress and holds a celebration with her 4 adult children and 7 grandchildren at her husband’s grave. In her heart, Mrs. Takaki knows that one day she will be buried beside her husband. But she knows her body won’t be in the ground; Mrs. Takaki will be in bed, young and beauty in the arms of Ronald. Just like it was on the morning after their wedding. (Sleeping in the morning, under the covers, sky-clad.) And Ronald will be young, healthy and handsome.

These were real men. They were teachers who changed the world. They had lives. When they passed on, no one cared about them. In fact, some local T.V. stations(WSOC–TV) has a ‘no-death by sudicide’ report. I’m sad to say that most Japanese people have a code of suicide, and Mr. Takaki who was so much pain from Multiple sclerosis for 20 years decided to follow the code. (Another term: ‘Taking the Japanese way out’.)

It comes to show, television overlooks the real heroes that made a real diffrence.

TV Turnoff Week begins on April 19th–25th & September 19th–25th, 2010.

As of today, I have made my pledge to follow in the movement of ‘No-TV for a week’. In fact, I will make every month a ‘TV Turnoff Week.’ April 18th will be my last day of watching television. But on the exceptions, I will use ‘devices’ that aren’t qualified as ‘television’. There are a lot of wondrous things to do without the aid of television. I urge you, my friends that will take back the fun and simple things that don’t require TV. celebrate ‘being grounded’ from the television.

Someone once told me that God made humans to go outside and enjoy the outdoors.

I miss recess.

Instead of watching reruns of the show Recess, why don’t have ‘Recess’ outside. Or better yet… why not make a fan fiction story about Recess?

Let’s make TV Turnoff Week every month.

We have eight months left in 2010, and the TV Turnoff Week dates for 2010 are 19th-25th(April & Sept.)

Come April 19th, my television will be unplugged.

I’m officially Grounded!

Stay Tuned!

This essay is for entrainment proposes only. The views and opinions expressed do not reflect WordPress.com, the relatives of the deceased, the broadcast networks, nor the blogist herself.

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