Impossible is Impossible

This blog is my way of reflecting upon life. Life is about living and learning. As I live and learn I’m going to reflect upon this life I lead. Hopefully I'll offer something insightful with my postings. If you learn nothing else from me, know this that “impossible is impossible”.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Heartache and Heartbreak

My 18 yr old cousin/godsister/namesake Christina is a very interesting person. Now my lil cousin, yes I did say lil cousin, she is younger than me. Chrissy as we call her is like a sister to me, we grew up together, we've lived together, done dirt together, and now we got hurt together. I affectionately tell my cousin that she is one of the slowest people I have ever met, but with good reason. My lil cousin is sometimes a lil slo on the uptake. One thing never ceases to amaze me, but my lil cousin really gets me. For her to be so slo, she has a lot of sense. She is one of the only people I can talk to about the deep stuff, maybe it's because she has no problem listening, and I have no problem talking.

Last night we were talking about her recent break up, and then the discussion moved towards our first loves. Christina just broke up with her first love about two weeks ago, and I broke up with my first love some months ago. Anyway last night Christina talked about how she was overcoming her heartache, she said she had written her ex a letter, and that it was part of the steps of overcoming heartache. While she told me it was too late for me to write a letter, my ex hates my guts, and Christina should know because my ex is her best friend. Hmm that goes on my list of dating rules, never date your cousin's best friend, that ends up being some messy and twisted ish. I did however see that Christina was on to something I probably haven't completely overcome the heartache, and thus I haven't completely moved on. Hmmm maybe it is time for me to listen to the words of my little cousin.

Maybe I should follow her steps:
1) Forgiveness: It's sounds a hell of a lot easier than it really is. I mean it's supposed to be we forgive and let go, but what happens when you've been hurt. It seems that plan goes right out the door. As a black man in America I've encountered some grimmy ish, but none hurt as much as having my heart broken. Heartbreak feels like betrayl.
2) Moving On: If you haven't really forgiven the person with whom you had a deep relationship, if you haven't really forgiven yourself, then you haven't really moved on. It seems like only recently I realized that I too was at fault for my breakup. While at first I tried to place all the blame on my exes shoulders, I now see how I was wrong. Part of being a man is admitting my mistakes, and I admit I made some. Until I get right by her, but most importantly until I get right with my damnself, I won't be any good to anyone else.
3) Happiness- Once I've taken care of steps 1 and 2, all it leaves is step 3 which is looking for happiness. To me happiness means doing me, being who I am, being true to me, and doing what it takes to bring me satisfaction. I know there's so much I want to do, I want to accomplish, but I know I'm the only one who can get me there. I'm the one in control of making happiness apart of my life.

So for all the guys and girls this is how my lil cousin taught her big cousin to overcome the heartache and to deal with the heartbreak.

Hot Stuff This Week:
TV: "Venus and Serena", Wednesday, 10pm, ABC Family "Being Bobby Brown", Thursday, 10pm, Bravo
Music: Amerie, "Touch"..."Like It Used to Be"...."Talkin' About"
Book: Still reading it, maybe I'll be done by next week, "Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together In the Cafeteria"-I'm finally going to finish it, I mean it this time, find it in a bookstore or on amazon.com
Site of The Week: critick.blogspot.com
Sad News for This Week: BET dogged out AJ and Free, but I kinda think that they'll be back. You can knock em down, but you can't knock em out. They'll be back!
That's all for now,
Christopher aka wiseman7886 bka CNEL$

It's been so long since I sat down and wrote anything for fun, but a post by one of my myspace buddies inspired me to write this poem. Here's to Shannell:


I AM
by: Christopher Nelson

I am a man who knows that it takes a real woman to help me reach my highest level.
I am a man who can see the full potential of your being one with me.
I am a man who sees my life since meeting you, as a life which is pregnant with possibilities.
I am a man who believes not in the woman beside the man, but in the woman beside her man.
I am a man who will grow to love you, because falling in love with you would mean I could fall out, but growing to love you would mean my love gets stronger every day.
I am a man who will ask you what you need, and will do my best to provide it for you.
I am a man who will be content holding you, with your warmth and your touch to sustain me.
I am a man who will call you at night, and not talk, just so I can hear you breathe.
I am a man who won’t be afraid to cater to you, because I know in the end you’ll do the same for me.
I am a man who would go to the store to pick up your feminine products, because I knew you’ll make me feel masculine in a whole new way.
I am a man for whom taking it slow will only make me want you more.
I am a man who will work to earn your love, your trust, and your respect.
I am a man who won’t be afraid to say I love you each and every day, because I know I mean it.
I am a man who would kiss your forehead, kiss your navel, and kiss your toes, because kissing you is like kissing the fingertips of God.
I am a man who wants to love, and all I want is for you to love me.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

A Good Black Man

I grew up fatherless, so to speak here in Baltimore. My daddy(I'll use daddy, which is better than what I usually call him) died when I was two, but during the first two years of my life he never saw fit to come and visit my twin sister or me. To be quite honest, there is a part of me that resents him for that. My sister says I'm bitter, LoL, but I don't think I am. The whole situation just puzzles me and leaves me a little perplexed at times. How can a man lay down with a woman, impregnate her, and then not take responsibility for his children? That is a question I ask myself nearly every day. Thanks to my mother, my maternal grandparents, and my mother's sisters I never really felt like I was missing out. It's only now that I'm realizing how much his not being there during my childhood has affected me.

I just turned 19, 19 days ago, and I found myself at a crossroads. Already I find myself doing things members of my family never did. Neither one of my parent’s finished high school, and neither one of them attended college. My mother did earn her G.E.D., and even without her degree she is one of the most intelligent women I know. Her counsel is something I cherish, because of her wisdom; I know I have made some very good decisions thus far in my life. My mother is the first love of my life. She was raised by a strong black woman, and she became a strong black woman. Though we don't always see eye to eye, I respect her so much for always going above and beyond for her children. I never measured my mother's love by what she was or wasn't able to buy my sister and I. I have always measured her love by her saying, "Christopher I love you," or by her just being there. While I know I sometimes even today that I give my mother the blues, it's because I love her LoL :-). I believe that my determination to be a good black man is the best way to show my mother I love her. My success as a man will be a testament to the life my mother lived, it will be a testament to her influence and the lessons she has taught me.

Growing up my mother wanted me to attend Morehouse College in Atlanta, and then when I said, I couldn't do single sex again (I went to an all-boys middle school), she accepted the idea of me attending Howard. Well I applied to Howard and I got in, but I guess we can say it wasn't meant to be. Due to a number of different circumstances I wasn't able to enroll at my first choice, which was Howard University. I am now a rising sophomore at Loyola College in Maryland. While this wasn't part of the plan we all know that our plans are sometimes altered. I haven't let this unexpected event deter me, or dissuade me from attempting to achieve my goals. My mother wanted me at a HBCU to help expose me to good black men, in hopes that I myself would become a good black man.

It didn't take Morehouse or Howard to expose me to good black men, and I am already on my way to becoming a good black man. I found a good black man right under my nose, that man being my maternal grandfather. I found good black men at St. Ignatius Academy where I attended middle school, at McDonogh School where I attended boarding school, and I have found good black men at Loyola College in Maryland. Their examples serve as constant reminders to me that I can achieve not in spite of or despite circumstances, but because of circumstances. I am today, because of what I have encountered, and what I have endured.

I can't dwell on the fact that I never knew what it was to have a father. I can only resolve to do better. Whatever I become whether it is a respected broadcaster, or a respected attorney, or both, I already know I am destined for greatness. I very much know who I am, and whose I am. I owe it to my mother to become a good black man, the man she raised me to be. I owe it to myself to be the best man I can be. I know what it is to be a good black man. I was raised by a strong black woman, and I will be a strong black man.

B-More oh B-More.................Bodymore, Maryland?

Okay I know it's been a while. I haven't posted since the wee hours of Sunday morning. LoL. This afternoon while on a walk outside to stretch my legs, I finally thought of something to talk about besides my non-existent love life. LoL Basically this post is meant to be a little more sophisticated...a little more serious...a little more grown and sexy.... HaHa. So here goes.......

I work in downtown Baltimore, which means I live and work in the 18th largest city in the country. B-more has more people than Atlanta, Boston, and DC among other places. I bet someone out there didn't know that we were that big. Don't sleep on us in the mid-Atlantic. Anyway, my office is right across from the Inner Harbor, Camden Yards, and not that far from City Hall. Hmmm I know it seems I just figured out that downtown is the center of the city mmm but anyways it helped me realize that there is a lot happening here in Baltimore.

Right now there are plans in the works to build a new convention center hotel. The plan calls for a new hotel to be built right next to the Baltimore Convention Center, which is right next door to Camden Yards. The Baltimore City Council has been engrossed in hearings for months, and residents like me are anxious to see what the council finally decides. You see the new hotel would cost $305,000,000 dollars to build. The funding source would be revenue bonds aka municipal bonds. Okay not trying to bore anyone with technicalities, but basically it means the city will be funding this venture with public money, which means it's my money. Yes, I do pay taxes: local, state, and federal. If you break it down Baltimore will shell out over 400 dollars per resident of this city, and the population of the city is somewhere around 640,000. The city government wants this plan to go ahead in hopes that the hotel drums up enough business so that the hotel is deemed successful and they won't have to fork over any more dough.

So I'm thinking to myself we want the city with the most vacant houses of any city in this nation, a city with failing public schools, and a city with a high murder rate to have a new hotel. Hmm sounds good to me, ummm not. Sounds to me as if the city leaders are focused on doing more for those who care to visit this city, and not enough for those who are already here. Don't get me wrong; though Baltimore has its issues, as do all major cities, it's also a decent city. Our last mayor called Baltimore, the city that reads younger generations have taken to calling Baltimore, the city that bleeds, or the city that watches TV. While clever it's not really amusing. We are a city with a proud legacy, we are after all, home to the Orioles (yes, I can say that with pride now), home of the Ravens, home of the Inner Harbor, home of the National Aquarium, home of Fort McHenry (birthplace of the Star-Spangled Banner), birth place of Babe Ruth and Thurgood Marshall among others. It is also home of the new Reginald F Lewis Museum of Maryland African American History, which stands not just as a symbol of pride for African Americans, but all Americans. Our current mayor calls Baltimore, the Greatest City in America; I would hope that the greatest city in America would do more for the everyday Baltimorean.

I can think of tons of other ways $305 million dollars can be spent, I propose the city try a combination of the following:

1) Improve the public school system (If our citizens are well-educated, they're well prepared for their future, which means they can do for themselves, and end up in situations where they do not live in danger and poverty.)
2) Improve public safety (big construction lights peering down on "high crime areas" is not the best we can do to deter crime)
3) Build affordable housing (hello we have vacant houses galore; question is How did a responsible city government let that happen?)
4) Improve our neighborhoods (there is more to Baltimore than the Inner Harbor, Fells Point, and Canton....let's revitalize the other neighborhoods here in Baltimore.)
5) Restore communities (What happened to the days where people knew their neighbors? Better yet, what happened to the days where kids had community centers which actually served their needs?)

Those are just five ways in which $305,000,000 will be better spent....and let me tell you, it looks and sounds like it'll benefit more people than a 752 room hotel.

I'm jumping off the soap box. Until next time this is CNEL$, from somewhere in Baltimore, Maryland.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Artscape and Such

Current mood: tired

I got home from Artscape about an hour ago. It was really great. The local festivals remain one of the truly great and unique things about Baltimore. I mean day in and day out it seems I debate whether to stay here after I get my undergrad degree, but that decision will have to be made soon enough. But in the meantime I'll try to enjoy all my hometown has to offer. Generally in the summer time things are great as far as the cultural events are concerned, I mean we had the AAHF (African American Heritage Festival) last month, and Artscape this month. I'm always more psyched up for Artscape because its a great three day event to attend with family, friends, or both.

Artscape this year was phenemonal because of the great mix of local and national artists, whether visual artists or performing artists. Tonight I saw Vivian Green, who I must say was looking rather stunning. Vivian just had a baby 16 months ago, and girl is looking right already. I mean big ups to her and her trainer. Cause for VG it's more talk about Baby Phat and not Baby Fat. Anways she performed songs from her new self-titled album "Vivian" and from her debut album "A Love Story". Both albums make you meditate on what it means to live, learn, love, and let go. Vivian refers to her "A Love Story" as a sad tale, and to "Vivian" as a happy ending, more about her personal revolution brought on by serious revelations. None of her music I view as man hating, but more songs about her being liberated. Maybe I tell my friends she's talking more about her, and less about the guy. It is so sad that she hasn't found sustained happiness and fulfillment yet, but I'm sure she'll be filled with joy and love, and that ultimate fulfillment will come from her son Jordan.

On my way to the car, I ran into one of my old coworkers from my days at Channel 2. I interned there and was an anchor, reporter, and writer for the station's teen news program. I still try to keep in contact with my old buddies at the station. I ran into reporter Sherrie Johnson, who is a great journalist, and a great person. Sherrie interviewed me about my view of Artscape, and I ended up making a brief appearence on the 11:00 newscast. Yes, I had it confirmed I belong on the opposite of the camera. I don't like doing the talking, I prefer conducting the interviews. Well today was a full day. Hmmm let's see what I can get into tomorrow. (Hmmm maybe I can make it to church, since I don't work Sundays anymore, and I saw two of the sisters from church who looked at me like I was a stranger today. LTNTT Long Time No Talk To...HaHa

SITE OF THE DAY: WWW.SENDAMELIA.COM
SONG OF THE DAY: "SWEET MEMORY" by Vivian Green
SHOW OF THE DAY: NEWS ON CNN


That's all for now. From somewhere in good ol Baltimore, I'm CNEL$ reporting.
-CNEL$

Friday, July 22, 2005

Dating and Such

Being single is really starting to suck. I broke up with my ex in April and after that it was all gravy! I was dating like crazy and having all kinds of fun with my friends...but now it's all starting to get old. All of my friends are either getting new boyfriends or they're getting a lot more serious with their current boyfriends. And I'm starting to feel a tinge of jealousy when I see girls holding hands with their boyfriends and kissing and cuddling and blah, blah, blah. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the slightest bit desperate nor will I settle for anything less than what I deserve. It would just be nice to have a guy to go to the movies with, and out dinner, and shopping, and to the gym with and all that stuff. A guy that I know is mine and only mine. Oh well, I guess good things come to those who wait! I really don't have a goal in mind in writing this blog, I just felt like venting. (But feel free to respond if you like!) Thanks for listening!

The above message appeared on the blog of one of my myspace buddys. Below is my response followed by my own ranting and raving.

Kris, thanks so much for sharing. Those were my sentiments exactly, and it seems you expressed what I'm feeling better than me. I'm definitely sending a copy of this to all my friends who don't seem to see where I'm coming from. I don't know what it is about companionship, but it's something about it that's filling and fulfilling. When a relationship is done right that makes it all worthwhile. There is nothing better than having someone to share your life with, to help you grow, to help you become who it is you were meant to be. I can't wait to be able to say to someone "You inspire me to be better, you challenge me for the better." But as you noted good things come to those who are willing to wait. Satisfaction won't come from settling, but from demanding that the person who comes into your life is on your level. Hope you find the one who deserves you. -CNEL$

Today I received a phone call from one of my mentors. As usual she wanted to know what was going on in my life professionally, academically, socially, and romantically. I was glad to tell her that on the job front things are going well. I am very much enjoying my summer internship, though I aspire to become a broadcaster, the experience I'm getting in public relations is invaluable. Working for a government agency allows me to have varied experiences, and allows me to gain practical experience working with government agencies and businesses. On the academic front the summer is providing a much needed reprieve from classes. I'm hoping that the positivity I'm feeling and experiencing in my life right now will carry over into the school year. On the social front I am hanging out a lot more than I do normally, and experiencing what the Baltimore metro area has to offer. I'm so pumped for Artscape this weekend. I can't wait to see Vivian Green perform, her new album, along with that of Keyshia Cole are what's up right now. On the romance front, my love life is non-existent. Since my last relationship ended in March I've had what some might consider a drought. I'm not really pressed when it comes to pursuing girls, but at the same time I'm not one who wants to play the field. Talking to multiple people while fine for some is not at all appealing to me. When people ask why I'm single I tell them these are my top five reasons:

1) Baby Daddy Drama- While the government likes to say that teen pregnancy is down it doesn't look that way from where I'm sitting. It astonishes me how many girls my age have kids. I'm not in a position to deal with the baggage that sometimes entails, I am not anyone's baby daddy, so they can save the drama for they baby daddy. (In the words of Bishop Vashti Murphy McKenzie...."that's not right English but ebonically it is correct.") I'm not downing anyone for choosing motherhood, but having kids at a young age is not a walk in the park.

2) STDs- While I'm not about to go and do something I have no business doing, the health of my prospective partner is a legitimate point of interest for me. If your partner has done something that puts their health at risk you have to look at the bigger picture, how good are their decision making skills? What type of moral and ethical compass are they guided by? Point blank I'm not even dealing with someone who has a shaky past, and yes I will ask the have you been tested question, openly and freely, and as soon as I get the chance. Not cause we about to get down with the get down, but so that I know I am safe.

3) Lesbianism- I'm for whatever floats people's boats. If there is a woman who is happy being with another woman then I have no problem with that. I just wish I had as much luck as some of the sisters out there are having. While men are generally outnumbered, I contend that it hurts to have competition coming from anywhere.

4) Off Limits- I call girls I know I can't touch "The Untouchables" and from where I'm sitting all the qualified women are untouchable for a number of reasons. The most common reason is we have a preexisting friendship, which neither one of us, wants to mess up. Another reasons is the girl may be interested, but she's already otherwise committed. Those two reasons alone leaves CNEL here without a hottie bawattie to call my own.

5) Incompatible- The girls that are interested in me are not on my level. I mean there has to be some chemsitry there. I'm of the belief that you never ever lower your standards, just to be involved with someone. If that person doesn't make you a better you, and you don't make them better, then it just shouldn't be. There is a saying that there is somebody for everybody, well that somebody ain't me. I want a somebody to make me feel like a somebody. I want to make somebody feel like they are somebody and I want that to stand for something.

Hmmm maybe what my best friends tell me is actually true...maybe I am too picky....but I'd rather be too picky than unhappy anyday.

That's all for now. Thanks for allowing me to stand up on the soap box, I'mma jump down now in time to start my weekend.

Peace and Blessings,
CNEL$

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I Miss My Grandma

Today is Thursday, July 21, 2005, and it was 3 years ago today that my grandmother died. My grandmother Gertrude was a phenomenal woman who raised 13 children, and served as a surrogate mother for all her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and countless family friends. It's weird not having my grandmother around. I remember when I was in Catholic school almost 24-7, or at boarding school, how visits to my grandmothers house were all the vacation and relaxation I needed.
My grandmother wasn't extremely religious, but she was very spiritual. She definitely believed in God, and could always be counted on to give a testimony. She could always be counted on to sing a song (country or gospel), read her Bible, recite scripture, offer words of wisdom, and encouragement.
Another one of the things I miss the most is my grandmother's cooking, she started cooking when she was 10, and she made the good stuff for 62 years. Even in her last years when her health wasn't the best she would make her way to the kitchen to do what only she could do. One of my favorite memories is her shepherding me into the kitchen to watch over me, as I made my favorite dessert. Now I don't have my grandmother to cook for me like she used to. Hmmm maybe that's why I've lost so much weight these last few years, LoL.
On a serious note what my grandmother epitomized was the beauty of black women, and the beauty of womanhood. My grandmother and my mother are the reasons I love black women. They are above all the reasons I love myself. Without having had them as an early support system I wouldn't be who I am today, I wouldn't be today.
While often jokingly pledge to my family that just as soon as I get my degree, I'm bolting, it's likely not going to be the case. If my grandmother taught me one thing it is to value family. Though I know some better than others, I love, like, and respect a number of them. The women in my family grandmother, mother, sister, aunts, and cousins have always been among my greatest network of supporters. Even when I did things I shouldn't have done, said things I shouldn't have said, and been someone I should not have come close to being, she was there in my corner. Her love of me sustained me, helped me grow, nurtured me, and now it challenges me to be a good man, a better man, a decent man.
Reflecting on the life of someone who meant so much for me has challenged me to always put things into perspective. While I don't lead a perfect life, no one does, I lead a good life. I'm on my way to being a person I can be proud of because of the love of others, because of their sacrifices, and because of their courage.
If you take nothing else away from this, it is the power of love, and the power of forgiveness are redeeming. They are blessings.

The Week Thus Far

The Week Thus Far
Sunday: Cleaned my room as I always clean my room, slowly. I sincerely believe that I can be found cleaning my room atleast 3 days a week, though it's never done to my satisfaction. Maybe I need to give up cleaning my room. There's a lot of stuff in my room, and in my hallway, that won't move until I move back on campus. Then I talked to my "lil sister" (not really my sister, but my closest female friend, I biologically have only a twin sister) the two of us talked about dating. I don't know we always talk about relationships yet both of us are single, and it's not our fault. I don't quite know how to approach the right type of females. She doesn't want to be bogged down by being "exclusive", but doesn't want to be "playing the field" with only clowns. Then as soon as that convo is done my cousin texts to tell me she has been dumped. Yikes. Single is played....that ish is so over...I don't want to be married...but playing the field is for kids. People need to know that exclusive relationships are not the end of the world.
Monday- Work...had to get some reports done for my boss to review. I was seriously on the grind trying to get that work done....went home and read...tried to plan my weekend (Artscape is this weekend) tried to get in the mood to write poetry didn't work out quite like planned....talked to my Aunt about dating. I don't know for some reason my Aunt and I have those candid conversations where you learn more than you needed to know. But it's better than talking to my mother. My Aunt is like my sounding board, we can have adult discussions, while my mother and I debate. Don't get me wrong I respect my mother's opinion a great deal, she's really a great person, and even though we don't always agree, I actually get her most of the time. It's just my Aunt is non-judgemental maybe because I'm a clown she finds me entertaining.
Anyway my Aunt and I decided that it might be good for my cousin, if she went on a date with my best friend, hmmm I know trouble waiting to happen is what you're thinking. It wouldn't be a blind date, because they've already met, but it'd be interesting cause well it's my cousin and best friend. Hmm they both seemed to like the idea. Only my best friend thinks it'd be less weird if it were a double date (weird I know), but LoL I can't find someone who I can go on the date with. I mean it's got to be someone but no one is clicking in my head right now. So once I find someone the four of us can all go out. Hmm should be good.
Tuesday- Lunch with the boss was interesting, she's really cool I like her. She always gives me an encouraging word. It helps when the people you work for respect you, and you respect them. Turned in my reports and awaited the response. Went to visit my other grandmother, my father's mother. Considering the fact that my father died when I was two, and he never saw his twin children, my relationship with his family is interesting to say the least. (More on that will come when I have time to comment on the state of parenting and fatherhood: particularly black fatherhood) I don't resent them or anything, I just don't know them. My grandmother, aunts, and the few cousins I know are great to me. Two of my aunts invited me to visit them. One of my aunts lives in North Carolina, and the other in Georgia. I asked how country it was down there, because me being from Baltimore, I don't think I'd do well in the country. HaHa maybe I'll visit one of them when my internship is over. Who knows?
Wednesday- Photo shoot...people from the Mayor's Office came to take photos of me and the boss...I don't know what the pictures are for exactly. I got my internship as part of the Youth Works program so I expect the photos will be used as publicity shots for Youth Works. In the meantime I was also drafted to help coordinate an event. My bosses want me to work coordinating their booth at a food festival in October. While my internship ends in about 30 days, I'd come back. Hey if they're paying I'm staying.
Thursday: Reminiscing about the life of my grandmother, missing her dearly, trying to be motivated to do work. Starting a blog, and updating this blog.
Hot Stuff This Week:
TV: "Venus and Serena", Wednesday, 10pm, ABC Family "Being Bobby Brown", Thursday, 10pm, Bravo
Music: Vivian Green, "Vivian"- I can't wait to see her at Artscape on Saturday, her new CD is her asserting her independence from a bad relationship, which is good because "A Love Story", while good was somewhat sad...too bad she finds the wrong men, cause she is a silva dolla
Book: "Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together In the Cafeteria"-I'm finally going to finish it, I mean it this time, find it in a bookstore or on amazon.com
Site of The Week: www.thefacebook.com
That's all for now,
Christopher aka wiseman7886 bka CNEL$

I am generally a very private and reserved person, so the idea of sharing my private and personal thoughts with the world didn't really appeal to me. Then I thought to myself 1) I am an aspiring journalist, who loves the art of storytelling, so where better to tell stories, 2) I love to talk, talk to any of my friends, and ask them how long a normal cell phone conversation with me lasts, and 3) I have something of value to add to the world as do we all. Those are my top three reasons for creating this blog. This is also an attempt not just to give, but to receive as well. By interacting with people via this blog, I am challenged to think critically, to contemplate how and why the world is evolving, and changing. By being who I am, I am hopefully gaining wisdom.

My blog is named "Impossible is Impossible", it's something I read on someone's Facebook (www.thefacebook.com) profile. At first I didn't get it, I thought to myself that doesn't make since. Then I thought about my own life, and where I've come from, and where I am today. We are all living out our dreams, and if not yet, then hopefully soon. I'm not supposed to be where I am, if statistics and circumstances matter, but still I am here. I am blessed, I am fortunate, I am destined for greatness. I have learned that through faith impossible is impossible.

Hopefully I'll do a lot of talking, but just as much listening on this blog as time progresses. Maybe someone will learn something from me, but most importantly maybe I'll learn a thing or two about the world.

That's all for now.

-Christopher aka wiseman7886 bka CNEL$