The Best

                So I have been assigned the assignment to tell someone I normally would not  tell how much they mean to me. I choose to tell someone who I felt always been there for me. She seen me at my worst and best. During my grandmother death she was the only one to constantly check on me and chances are she was the only reason I choose to stay at Monmouth College when I could have left. She my beacon of light in my most difficult moments  and embody all the traits that after almost three years still stun me. Just the other day, I was having lunch with her and as we were preparing to eat she started switching out every chair at our table for the comfortable one with cushions on them. I then asked her why she was doing this. She told me that she was switching them out for our other three friends. Little things like that are why I like her so much so the least I could do was tell her how much she means to me.

                Now telling someone how much they mean to me is hard enough but doing this sober was going to be a challenge. I wanted to tell her this without having a drink because it was the true and I wanted her to know and believe me. I decided that I would tell her as soon as possible but as time went on I realize I was dragging so after two days off postponing it I finally got some time alone with her at the library. The words came slowly to me but after five minutes of mustering out these words it came to the effect of “You’re one of my best friends and I care and love you but I think you know this already.” After I said that she gave a small smile, sniff cause she was sick, and said “I know.”  Since I told her, I have felt that not much as change in our friendship but it feel good knowing that she know how I feel. 

A Story and Nostalgia

               I am sitting in a bar when I noticed a man with a crazy almost rogue like hair style entering the bar. He sits next to me. I take a long look at him and think to myself this man has been through hell. He then caught me looking at him and said “bub what you looking at.” I looked away immediately because I felt as if this was no ordinary man. I ponder for a few moments but then as soon as I realized who this man was another man appeared and yelled “Wolverine!! I been looking for you brother.” As soon as those words where uttered knives and sharp claws appeared  from within the two men. The two men started to fight. I saw the anger in both their eyes and knew that if I did not get out of there I would be next, but I also knew now that this was Wolverine and that he was a good man.

                As the fight went on ward,  I watch as the men sliced and slash at each other and begin to noticed that maybe Wolverine would not win this fight. In that very moment, I decided to head to my car but not to flee from the fight but to get a crow bar. Just as I was retrieving the crow bar from my car the men busted throw the bar. I noticed the other man was on top of Wolverine and was about to deliver a killing blow. I then rush over to the two men and with all my might try to crush the skull of the other man with the crow bar. This man was now incapacitated and Wolverine  got up. As Wolverine started to walk away  he look at me and threw me a new cigar and said “thanks bub.”  He then took off on his Harley.

                Its very rare that I experience nostalgia at my current age but I can remember when I was younger that I use to experience it. I actually first experience nostalgia when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I remember looking at a photo album of me when I was eight going to six flags with my cousins . I remember feeling sad that I could not relive that moment especially because during that time my cousins were leaving and moving further always. To counter this feeling of nostalgia I begin to make new friends and to call my cousin more often. 

The Law of Power

            After reading The Seven Spiritual Laws of Superheroes chapter on the Law of Power, I have gain a better understanding of what make an individual powerful. According to this chapter, it is not the external powers such as heat vision, super strength, or ability to manipulate objects that makes a superhero powerful. Instead, it is the internal strengths that give them their true powers. Such internal strength includes their ability to deal with physical and emotional issues in a way that does not deteriorate their own being.

One superhero that I feel does a great job of not letting emotional or physical issue weight him down is Tony Stark or Ironman. Now I know Ironman has his issues especially with drink a lot when he feels depress or something he gets angry and maybe destroy everything in his lab, but what he does in those fits of rage are made up and suppressed afterwards in his moments of genius. Ironman somehow has the a way of harvesting his emotions and turning them into weapons or inventions that would make even Thor and his advance civilization envious.

In a way, Ironman reminds me of myself.  Just like him I have my emotional ups and downs and during those points I don’t physically destroy my room or drink myself into the night, but something similar happens to me. I start to reflex and figure out why I am in this mood. I pose questions to myself and not just any questions but the difficult one I would ignore or forget about at my best. As I do this I am not physically destroy something like Ironman would, but I am making a mess with in my own mind. Once I am finished making this mess, just like Ironman, I hit a moment of genius ( or turning point) and am able to correct what I view as wrong with in me and change my own mind and self into a better version of myself.