Look At It This Way

If life was fair, there would be no need for the afterlife.

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Write This Down

Never follow any dream that you are not willing to fail to reach.

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Do You Hate?

You may always hurt the ones you love, but you don’t have to hurt the ones you hate.

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You Talk Too Much

My older sister was a freshman at UCI in the fall of 1992. My parents wanted her to experience life in a university dormitory and avoid a one hour commute. The rest of us frequently visited her on weekends. On one such occasion, she was in tears. I listened as she told our mother about a student named Mickey. He was a nice guy who also lived in her dormitory. Mickey always had his left hand in the corresponding pocket of his pants. She had just asked him why this was so in front of a group of students in a lounge. He removed his hand from his pocket and showed everyone that it was deformed. You Talk Too Much (1985), by Run-D.M.C., is a song that most of us should hear on a regular basis. It reminds us of how dangerous the mouth can be. Sometimes we need to tell ourselves to be quiet. Sometimes we need to tell ourselves to shut up.

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Can You Read My Mind

I was in the fourth grade during the 1986-1987 school year. A “booty bop” transpired whenever a boy ran, jumped, and used his backside to propel an unsuspecting boy forward. Fourth grade boys had to constantly be on guard outside of the classroom. My friend, Brian, approached me one day after school and suggested that we booty bop each other at the same time. It would be like a joust and the loser would be the one who was propelled farther from the midpoint. It sounded like fun so I agreed. We both took our starting positions. All of a sudden, I thought of how funny it would be if I crouched down right before the planned collision and Brian flew over me and landed on his butt. We both began to run. I decided to do it.

My timing was perfect and Brian’s back landed on the pavement. I started to laugh hysterically and got up. Brian was silent for a few seconds. He stated, “You could have hurt me!” He slowly got up. I kept laughing and distanced myself out of fear. He ended up punching me in my left shoulder a few times. I would refer back to this incident whenever I needed a good laugh for years later. I would picture him dressed like Superman and in slow motion as he ran, jumped, flew, and hit the ground. It took me a long time to realize that what I had done could have paralyzed or killed Brian. I thank God that Brian was alright. I was just reminded of this ordeal after listening to Maureen McGovern’s beautiful Can You Read My Mind (the love theme from the 1978 movie Superman). Laughter is not the best medicine when it is toxic.

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Fire Does Not Hurt The Dead

Of course, this only applies to the good.

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Haters

Hating others is easier to do once you hate yourself.

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Coming To America

I’d just like to point out that there was no diamond mining in Zamunda.

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Partial Truth

A little bit of the truth can all too easily become the basis of falsehoods.

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Black Panther

I’d just like to point out that there was no diamond mining in Wakanda.

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