Many mornings have passed since I woke up with this particular person on my mind. It's so funny how things can turn out. You may have a vision for something, prayed about it, begin to see it fall into fruition, then like smoke - it's gone. I looked at a video that I made for and about this particular person. It made me smile, because even though the content in the video that I made will never be, at least for one moment in time, I was happy. No Rolex, Michael Kors, or Armani Exchange can buy you happiness. How do I know, I have tried it. Tried and true, I know what I am talking about. We have not spoken in over a month. If the opportunity for us to communicate ever occurs, my letter would go something like this. Dear Particular Person: Before we went our separate ways for the last time, the rage that I was feeling was enough to split you in two. The disrespect and pain that I was feeling was much worst. There is nothing more displeasing than to be disrespected in front of...
You enter a room and the people end their tasks and instantly gaze at you! They rush over to you anxiously anticipating what you're going to say. Your conversation and mannerisms are well polished with the very best of what the American educational system has to offer. The content of your conversation flows over a large array of topics and interests. Your dialect reeks of Southern persuasion. Your skin bleeds all shades of brown. You keep them coming back. You have just created "The Experience".