Upon self-examination I’ve concluded; were it not for a dash of serendipity on all the right occasions, sprinkled at just the proper times, I wouldn’t amount to very much in this world. The fact that I was born here in America and not under a bridge in Lagos is, in itself, a divine intervention of sorts. And if you don’t know of that particular Nigerian slum then let me just add that not being born at all would be a a more desirable volition in this writer’s mind.
what I could have received…
what I got instead…
And still, it’s not enough. In comparison to the Bill Gateses, the Mark Cubans and even the Flavor Flavs of this world…I am but a speck. Dust doesn’t even know I exist. Okay, maybe I’ve got more going on than perennial homeboy Flav…
…but I’m sure there are many in this world who would argue agin. (On my own behalf though, if the ‘picture’s worth…’ cliche holds any water at all, I just saved the Recycle Bins 15,000 words.) I’m trying to be a greener man, thus the whole self-examination exercise in the first place. I’m just not a big fan of the color, I guess.
I calculated the amount of trees I saved by not succumbing to print advertising or mass mailings this year–and to honest, it wasn’t that much. In fact, I probably saved more of the rain forest by simply making half of what I made last year but even I can’t put enough spin on that reality to feel that I’m a better man for it. It kind of makes me sick, actually….
Until I hear about a place like Lagos, Nigeria and learn of the pure misery there. Now without getting into personal idealogical bents I will simply say that I listen to National Public Radio all the time, if for no other reason than to get my blood pumping and to know I have an opinion on a thing or two in this world, all specks of dust aside. Politically, I don’t like anybody and since, (according to those who profess their love for me), I’m wrong almost half the time anyway, I can safely go on record to say that there’s always a Read more