The Creek

Upon the creek I came and wept, as those whom have before me, for the people who bring both joy and pain since the day they come into our lives.

We gladly give our hearts and souls to watch them grow, and would give our life in exchange for their’s; for nothing is more important than the people we carry inside.

I shed my tears into this creek, tears of sorrow and of joy; and add to it the love that keeps these waters, the waters of a mother’s soul.

(Dedicated to the people we love so.)

Happy Mother’s Day!

The Power of a Teacher

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I saw this video and it made me think of all my teachers, both good and bad.

First of all, I have to get this out of the way…

I have had some horrid teachers. Teachers who were verbally and emotionally abusive. These teachers, I feel, kept me down and made it harder for me to succeed academically. I will not mention their names, but I think we have all met teachers whom we felt shouldn’t even teach.

Now that that’s out of the way, I want to thank some of the best teachers I have known:

Ms. Tamayo and Mrs. Durham.

These teachers were there for me emotionally, in and out of class. They helped with simple things, that meant a lot to me.

Mr. Klinert.

Perhaps the most important teacher in my academic success. Dare I say, the single contributor of it.

In order to understand this statement, you should know that I was not your average student. Other than in science and P.E., I couldn’t get an A to save my life. In fact, I struggled to get D’s in most my classes and, even with all my efforts, I couldn’t even get a D- in a single math assignment.

Obviously, math was my weakness. Oh, and guess what subject those two abusive teachers I spoke about taught? You guessed it! Math.

So, I had failed math, yet again, my 9th grade year. With the believe that I was stupid and incapable of learning if it wasn’t science, I found myself in summer school. It was here that I met him. At the end of the first class, and without any real hope, I spoke to him. I explained how I just didn’t understand a thing. I expected for him to do as all my other math teachers had done in the past; at best, try to explain it again, then give up on me when I said, “I still don’t get it.”

He was different. No matter how many times I said that, he was determined to actually teach me and he did so patiently. He tried every angle he could think of, asked me questions to figure me out. Eventually, he found the key to my understanding and my learning, in general.

It took minutes. That’s all. I was amazed. I didn’t just, all of a sudden, get the problem we were attempting to solve, I got math…and I learned how I understood. From then on, my academic life changed so much. I was getting A’s and B’s, and not just in math. I rarely needed to ask a teacher anything, and I was even helping my peers with their work. By my last year of high school, I was a straight A student and graduated with honors. I truly owe this teacher my brains.

I’m going to pause here for a bit, to acknowledge some of the good teachers my children have or have had.

Mr. Dufour and Mr. Watson.

These guys have made me feel like they care about my children’s success. Perhaps, it is a point in their lives they don’t understand the value of a good and caring teacher, but I’m sure that, one day, they will. Thank you for caring.

Back to my teachers, I have one more teacher that I want to talk about. This teacher has saved my life, literally.

Fast forward to my college years, at a low point in my life. So low, in fact, I was ready to give up on life. He helped me out of it. He continued to be there for me, offering advice and helping wherever he could. He helped me grow, as a person, and taught me the importance of me.

To this day, his wisdom helps me be better, smarter, wiser, and it helps to find my way back whenever I feel lost. I would love nothing more than to give him all the credit he deserves. Unfortunately, I do not have permission to use his name. So, let’s just call him Mr. Superhero.

I wish I could thank all these teachers in person. No matter where you are, you have made a difference…Thank you!

And, to all the great teachers out there: Someone owes you the World. You are loved and appreciated. Keep up the good work.

Happy Teacher Appreciation Week!!!

Here’s a little student humor.

Fear is What You Make of It

What makes the difference in one’s choice when that choice comes from fear?

How is it that some people are so afraid of something, that it stops them in their tracks; while others choose to fight, because fear makes them move?

Can the ultimate fear be of fear, itself, in such a way that it is also the best fear to have?

Fear is not a weakness in and of itself; but, rather, how one acts and reacts to what frightens them so.

If one can stand alone, rebel against the mass; if one could live with their fear along side, and still do what must be done, and still do what one wants; then, with that fear, they find its best companion.

Every time Fear comes your way, you may overlook its best friend. I urge you to see and believe, though it might not seem visible, this is no imaginary friend.

So next time you’re hanging with Fear, make friends with Courage. For Courage only plays with those whom fear.

For the Love of a Seabee

No matter how far the waves carry you, no matter where the sea may take you, I will always be with you. My love, my guidance, and my prayers will be carried by the winds. Whenever you need a gentle touch of comfort, let the sea breeze touch you and the ocean waters soothe you, there I’ll be.

May the sands beneath your feet always be warm, that you may walk your path in peace. May the seas be plentiful with life, that you may always have food, friends, and love to sustain you. May your ship be strong enough to withstand any storm, that nothing is allowed to sink you. May your swim be swift and strong, that you never drown in any sorrows. And, may you always sail home safely to those who await your every return with open arms.

As you sail through life, watch every sunrise with new hope; every sunset, be grateful; and remember to capture every moment in your mind, and in your heart; then, bring back the stories for us to share.

Now, venture onto the wild seas of life…

Pave your own ways to victory!

This poem was written for my nephew, who joined the Navy and became a Seabee. I thought it would be fitting to start The Rebel Bee with a poem…from a Bee to a Seabee.