Everyone Deserves Their Good Name

Broken People

Photo taken from the internet.

Yesterday, I was very upset.  It seems the lies my family have shared with those that would listen were believed.  And what came to mind during this brief moment was something I was once told.  “Everyone deserves their good name.”  That statement holds true for the person that ruined yours.  Yet, the part of you that protects and loves you wants to seek revenge despite the truth.

In Humility Matters the author writes:

“An angry reaction is to use words that harm another.  Calumny is to speak about another and harm his or her good name.  It might be a truthful fact but not necessary for me to promulgate.  Slander is to actually speak and promote lies about another and testify false things about another as if they were true.  Everyone deserves a good name, and for us to devalue another has an irrevocable and damaging effect on that person’s social well-being.  Calumny and slander, however, most harm me because I falsely put myself above the other either in judgment or in vanity.  My own being is tarnished.  If I do this, I am not to be trusted.  If I am not trustworthy, I forfeit the honor of bearing witness.”

And tho my name has been ruined I must find ways to bury old feelings.  I must figure out another way to detach from those that ruined my name in the first place.  I must finish the task that opened this door of reality of the affects of people ruining my good name; so, I can continue of the path of living a joy filled life.

I Know You’re Mad at United but… (Thoughts from a Pilot Wife About Flight 3411)

I never read anything about the incident that took place on United Airlines concerning the removal of a passenger; however, you can’t help but to hear people talk about it. Sadly they make it seem like it was racially motivated.

After reading this bloggers post on the matter I can’t help but to wonder if the man brought it on himself. Sorry. But after reading he was removed and he ran back on the plane as an angry elf, no one really knew what his disdain could have given birth to and how it would affect the other passengers. Therefore, he was treated as a possible threat to others and was apprehended for his poor choice.

So I, with much regret, agree with how he was finally removed. He had the power to leave on his own accord and chose not.

The Pilot Wife Life

If there’s one thing I have learned over the years, it’s that there are always two sides to every story.

On April 9th, a very unfortunate incident played out on United Flight 3411, the video of which has since gone viral causing a mass social media uprising with an ‘off-with-their-heads’ mentality. I mean, across the board. Fire ’em all and let the gods sort it out later.

Look, I get it. When I first saw the video I was appalled too. To say that it was inflammatory would be putting it mildly. But it was also a situation that was escalated far beyond the boundaries of necessity.

If a federal law enforcement officer asks me to exit a plane, no matter how royally pissed off I am, I’m going to do it and then seek other means of legal reimbursement. True story.

Knowing what I know about airport security, I’m

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The Prayers of Black Women: Lord My Friend Is Upset with You

Artist:  Henry Lee Battle

Artist: Henry Lee Battle

Heavenly Father:

Good morning!  Today is a new day and with every new day comes new mercy.  Thank you, Lord!

Today father I want to chat with you about my friend Joe and his struggles with your choices.

Father, my friend can’t understand why you won’t stop injustice.  He feels because he questions your existence and why you created humanity, he is going to hell.

Lord, I don’t need to tell you my following thought because you already know.  My friend is not the only one that feels disdain towards you; and the beauty of your deity is that you understand those feelings because you know their source.  Sadly, what so many people don’t understand is your redemption plan.

When your son died on the cross his death covered doubt and unsavory thoughts.  Therefore, my friend and those that feel as he will be given the same opportunity to live in Heaven as the next person; because in your eyes there are no little sins or no big sins, sin is sin.  And when sin is committed and the sinner ask for forgiveness all is forgiven.

So today Lord, I’m praying for those that hate you.  Lord give them a mind of spiritual clarity, hearts to believe in your existence, a mind to understanding there are many parts to your spiritual body, give them one on one time with you as you share and eat spiritual fruit with them, so, afterwards they can feel your presence in their lives.  In Jesus name I ask these things.  Amen

The Prayer’s of Black Women: Sad and Lonely

Artist: Henry Lee Battle

Artist: Henry Lee Battle

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us today our daily bread.  Forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors.  And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil one.  Matthew 6:9 – 13

Heavenly Father thank you for this day we have never seen before.  Father God it’s Sunday!  Someone will wake up sad because they are lonely.  Can you please give them your joy by filling their hearts and minds with your perfect love and perfect peace.  Amen

Kelly Osbourne Causes Outrage After Latino Gaffe On The View

I didn’t see this portion of the View but I get what she’s trying to say. Illegal immigrants are given the shittiest jobs and cleaning toilets are among them; and you certainly won’t find Donald Trump cleaning toilets not even his own. To me Kelly’s statement holds painful truth. And I’m sure people know that Latino’s do other jobs than clean toilets so what’s the problem?

TIME

Social media exploded in outrage after Fashion Police host Kelly Osbourne tried to defend Latinos from presidential candidate Donald Trump on Tuesday morning’s episode of The View, but ended up offending many of them instead.

“If you kick every Latino out of this country, then who is going to be cleaning your toilet, Donald Trump?” she responded when asked about what she thought about Trump’s controversial remarks on Mexican immigrants. The candidate previous said that Mexican immigrants are “bringing drugs, bringing crime,” and that “they’re rapists.”

The View co-host Rosie Perez jumped in as Osbourne stammered: “There’s more jobs than that in the country for Latinos, and Latinos are not the only people who clean toilets.”

Twitter quickly joined the conversation with a hashtag, #QueridaKellyOsbourne (Dear Kelly Osbourne).

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My Husband Raped Me

Good morning! When I first saw the titled I asked “How can a man rape his wife?” So to answer my question I read the article. Her chilling account is very scary and begs the question “Why she didn’t leave when he started giving her non-prescribe medicine?”

TIME

My story starts like a lot of people’s stories. I had a whirlwind romance and married a man I put all my trust in. We had a happy marriage for a few years, and then we began to drift apart. Our lives were consumed by everyday events — children, school, work, sports — which meant we were a typical married couple working on raising a family and living a normal life.

Seven years into our marriage, I started having memory and fatigue issues. Strange things would happen to me and I couldn’t remember how. One night, I woke up with a dissolving pill in my mouth. I had no recollection of taking a pill and was very confused. Another night I woke up with my clothes off. That was strange, since I wear clothes when I sleep and could not remember taking them off. I began to worry that I…

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Something More: Excavating Your Authentic Self: Destiny’s Darlings

Photo Taken From:  www.usatoday.com

Photo Taken From: http://www.usatoday.com

Sometimes it seems there are just two types of women.  There are destiny’s darlings, those lucky ones sent into the world prepared and primed for this lifetime — born knowing their destiny.  you hear about such women; they always knew they were meant to create, to lead, to mend broken lives or broken bones; to perform, to teach, to guide a thoroughbred to a first-place finish.

Sometimes I wonder if I was born to be a “destiny’s darlings” and life events redirected my choices and I became one of those women Sarah described as “doomed from our kindergarten report cards to go stumbling toward our destiny.  Often unfocused and fidgety.  Tendency to stare dreamily into space.  Side-tracked and scattered.  Stubborn!  Too sensitive for her own good; feelings easily hurt.  However, plays nicely with others.”

As I reflect on a conversation with a young woman I’m in agreeance with Sarah “We’d love to think that our life’s journey is linear, but we stumble in fits and starts on our way to authenticity.”

I’m afraid too many people, including myself, look to others for success proof answers to living a life that only we can design.

5 Things I Learned When I Quit My Six-Figure Life and Moved to Mexico

I’m always searching for things that give others options when seeking a life worth living. This article hits at the heart of life, living, self-awareness, parenting, and becoming whole spiritually. “Are we only trying to give our kids a competitive edge at life? Or are we rushing them through it, expecting them to behave like adults, so we can sooner arrive in that empty nest where we might rediscover the youthful passions we set aside in the name of raising them?”

TIME

I had my mid-life crisis during a sales meeting. Or more specifically, during one of those cliché icebreaker games in a room of a hundred real-estate agents, where we all stumbled around in designer knock-off pumps, wielding cheap logo-emblazoned ballpoint pens, sharing interesting tidbits about our lives in a mad race to fill up a bingo card so one of us could win a free lunch at some overpriced restaurant chain. “Tell me something interesting about you,” said a silver-haired man. “Quick. I’ve almost got bingo!”

The epiphany hit me with the force of 14 wasted years.

I was successful real estate agent at the top of my game, living in a six bedroom, two-story colonial on two acres in the Washington, D.C., suburbs. I had a home theater in my basement, a fireplace in my bedroom, two ovens in my granite kitchen, and enough square footage that I didn’t…

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