Manns Medium

You could always find mother sitting on his screened in front porch in the 700 block of Ashland Avenue.  He seemed to always be standing guard over his two story partially brick framed house where so many have walked through his doors and emerged a completely different person than when they went in.  Mother was a person who took in those that others had given up on or tossed away.  The forgotten ones and those left to fend for themselves after all of the social-experiments had failed.  That house had a reputation of finding that ingot of good in a person and turning it into a gold mine of talent and righteousness. Ask anyone around the neighborhood and they would tell you tales of mother and how he was able to reach those that was once thought unreachable.  How he could take those harden by society, jail and circumstances and mold them into citizens with more than a purpose.  They became citizens with a cause.  But the most interesting thing about...

Recently I was confronted by a problem of my adopted daughter trying to coordinate college with finishing high school on a good note.   She seemed quite concerned that figuring out which one to pursue more than the other was going to make her lose her mind.   My advice was to concentrate on that which was directly in front of her and I would assist with those things that may occur later.   That little three minute conversation seemed to be the best medicine because she left my presence singing.   It was then that I began to think about all of the small things that seem to dwarf the larger ones and even minimizes them. I thought about my recent royalty check from AuthorHouse/Author Solutions.   While it amounted to only $41.00, it was $41 dollars that I did not have and it could easily allow me to purchase pull-ups for my three year old son.   Being unemployed for quite some time, that little check was enough to allow me to finally get a decent night sle...

Ron finally pulled into his driveway after a very long day at the office but as he stepped out of his 2007 Dodge, he could feel that something was different.   He could not quite put his finger on it but deep down in his bones, things were not the same in the Manns household.   He stepped through the doorway of their modest five bedrooms, two and a half baths home and couldn’t even find the strength to take off his jacket.   He barely had enough energy to make it too his favorite chair in the living room before his entire world became completely black. Ron awoke to find himself bound to his chair and unable to move his left arm.   Not because someone had actually tie him to the chair but because his youngest son Terren was comfortably laying on it and must have been there for quite some time because his entire arm had went numb.   He was startled in the beginning but as he looked down at his son, it was one of the most precious moments that he had experienced i...