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My life goal is to inspire every person on earth in a positive fashion. I can do it.
Hello world, I hope all of you who read my work allow your own noetic thoughts to guide you through a clear path. Last week I questioned my own ability to bring inspiration to this world. I know my opinions are a bit odd and misunderstood by most of my friends and family, but, I promised my self years ago, while watching my biological father smoke cocaine from a glass pipe, that I would promote what I believe to be the power of positive thought or “Noesis”!
The ordeal; I have a Rottweiler; his name is “Muse.” He’s only been alive for five months yet already he seems to understand me. I try to walk him every day after work. Most of the time that relaxes me more than it provides entertainment for him. Anyway, there are two junior high school age boys that always seem to be at the park during the same time Muse and I are there. We have all become friends as they have developed a playful relationship with Muse. I always see ambition in the eyes of these preteen men. Both are about as dark as me and speak with good diction. Impressed with their polite manners, I asked them if they would wash my car, offering them enough payment for a movie and snacks. They eagerly agreed yet the stipulations were them gaining permission from their parents. That didn’t take long and three days later I found myself in discussion with the mother of one of the young boys.
She didn’t hold back anything and divulged having five other children. When she told me that her son was fond of me and that he needed a mentor, it was obvious that she had me in mind.
Now neither one has a father at home and I assume no role module to bounce conversation and ideas around. So I told myself that I’ll befriend these two until they choose otherwise. When I was their age my home was filled with prostitutes and drug addicts. My role models were the guys that had swollen pockets, courtesy of my biological father and his cohorts. But that was years ago and now I’m teaching two kids that I once resembled, how to keep water spots from ruining my paint. Even though they have not mastered the drying portion of car detail, they continue to inquire how to earn some extra 6.14 by 2.61 inch rectangles with the dead white guys on them
I want to inspire them! So I offer them a larger payday in exchange for reading my book titled “Noesis”. Desire widens their eyes after I explain that a single hundred dollar bill will fill each of their respective right palms if they so choose to indulge my autobiography. With in their excitement I stop them and state; “All you have to do is read every page and tell me about what you read, cool?” Like twins they respond, “COOL”!
Now that conversation happened on a Tuesday. On Friday of the same week they knocked and rang my bell for the length of time it took me to answer the door. There they both were, huge smiles yet the shorter one would not sustain eye contact with me and he is the more confident one. So I ask them, “What’s up,” like twins the reply, “We finished your book”! My first thought is, “I’m going to be headed to the A.T.M”. So cheerfully I asked them what they gathered from the read. After a moment of awkward silence, I asked them what my biological fathers name is. No answer from either one. Next question, “Where did I grow up”? The taller boy is standing there with his right index finger to his bottom lip while the shorter boy is looking down.
My smile has now changed direction as I pose this question, “Did you guys really read my book”? The short one responds quickly, “Yes sir, I read every page.” I look at the taller one with his finger still at his lip. He doesn’t say anything, so I ask him how long it took for him to read my book. He slowly removes his finger from his lower lip while his eyes venture upward he states, “Five or six days”. Now I don’t know whether to be disappointed or upset that they tried to get over on me. I held back my truest thoughts and told them to come back when they actually read my book. Then with either arrogance or foolishness they both begin to plead their case. I told them that any time they are given a task that no excuses should be made for not completing it, as an excuse is nothing but a tool of incompetence and both of them are intelligent young men.
Disappointed, I told them both that their payday would be here for as long as it takes to finish my book. It’s been over two weeks now and I’ve yet to hear my door bell ring off the hook or bump into either of them while walking Muse to the neighborhood park.
Question; How can I teach these two young men how to appreciate opportunity and take advantage of it at the same time? How can I teach them that education is the key to success in all areas of ones life?
Alfonzo Tucker is an author, poet and inspirational speaker. Visit his website at www.AlfonzoTucker.com.