The Video Speaks for Itself

THESE ARE THE FACES OF THE FORGOTTEN.  THE AMERICAN PEOPLE

Think Twice

Prison for Profit

Words of Wisdom from Rocky Balboa

Seasons Greetings

The Holiday Season filled with decorations, big meals, greeting cards, traveling, and of course family gatherings.  Nothing says seasons greetings like the uncle who loves to bring up embarrassing stories from your childhood, or your cousins you cant stand, and the aunts that tell you how handsome you are.

PTSD

(PTSD) Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is something that we often associate with soldiers coming back from Iraq or Afghanistan.  However, this disorder can affect anybody. For example, what if your battlefield is not thousands of miles across the globe and your enemy is not an opposing army.  What if your battlefield is the streets, and your enemy is hunger, and lack of shelter?  Then what, say for a moment you've arrived at a point in your life that you are now homeless, and hungry.  I can tell you from first hand experience that the streets are very similar to a war zone.  I was out there once; alone, scared, hungry, and broke.  Like a war zone, death and destruction are always close by on the streets.  Like a war zone you often sleep very little, and are on guard most of the time.  Like a war zone the enemy takes on many forms.  Hunger, fear, anger, sadness all of these things become your enemy.  When I was out there alone in the dark searching I can remember that there was one thing I wanted more then anything.  That one thing I wanted so desperately was a friend. 

Imagine For a Moment

You have a nice life you feel secure and your working towards something better everyday.  Your living the American Dream good job, great relationship, lots of friends, loving family, money in the bank, and of course lets not forget credit cards, lots of them.  You have spent your entire adult life working and continuing your education in college.  You've developed a great reputation and have lots of connections.  Things look pretty good on the surface, but underneath your carefully groomed facade you secretly hate you life and everything about.  You hate the endless mundane routine that has become your life.  It starts Monday morning 6:00a.m. when your alarm goes off and you hit the snooze button about 15times then you drag yourself out of bed in a zombie like state programed to start the coffee, take a shower, get dressed and pack you lunch.  You begin to agonize over the upcoming traffic, the stress of the office, the class you have to go to immediately after work because you want a better life.  You think about how you and girlfriend barely get to see each other anymore, and how much you cant wait for this day to end only to start it all over again tomorrow.  The weekend becomes your fantasy world Friday night out drinking with friends. Saturday morning catch up on studying, Saturday afternoon mall to buy more crap you don't really need but it makes you feel better at the time, Saturday night dinner with your girlfriend.  Then Sunday morning rolls around and you start to feel the work week creeping back into your mind so try to avoid thinking about and get caught up in Sunday morning chores that seem to eat up most of your day.  All the while your secretly fantasying about any life that doesn't resemble your own.  So how did you get to this place in your mind that success was measured by how much you can buy, or how big your house?  You let society tell you what makes a successful person, not your heart.  You see, I like to believe that how you live is more important then what you can buy.