Sticks and Stones

When I was bullied as a teen, I recited this toxic mantra day after day after day. Sometimes in my head, sometimes out loud, sometimes from behind a smile and sometimes through tears. I wish I knew then what I know now.

As stress blocks developed in my head, I repeated this phrase in my head in a way that resembled banging my head off a brick wall. In the end, I came out alright. For others, the outcome hasn’t been so great. Some haven’t seen their outcomes. They aren’t here anymore…

Be careful with your words. Speak life and Love wherever you can, whenever you can. In the end, we will all be judged, for every idle word that leaves our mouths…


R.I.P. Victor Magwood

I don’t think there is a single person with a bad word to say about this gentleman and, without doubt, he occupies some of my oldest childhood memories. Above most things, I can still hear the deep Irish accent, punctuated with his extrovert laugh. Plus, the man perfected the art of making chips! Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside. If you know your chips, you’ll know this is how they should be!
If I was to list every memory, I’d write a novel. 14 years, Victor Magwood, never a dull moment!
He was ever industrious. A D.I.Y. king, construction worker for my 37 years on this earth and it’s great to be able to speak fondly of someone that I haven’t actually seen since the age of about 14. Victor isn’t a man who has left only memories with those that knew him, he’s a man that has left a legacy. A man that other men can think of, wishing there were more like him.
If I could put Victor Magwood in any form of perspective (Difficult when one is larger than life!), I would only be able to refer to the smile and chuckles produced by them old childhood memories!

R.I.P. Good sir…