I remember going into college as a know-it-all 18 year old. My RA that year was one Christopher Ming Lee. Within the first week or so of being on his floor, he commanded my respect not only because he could write me up, but because I genuinely respected the way he thinks, from that, I respected his opinions, his decisions, and ultimately, once I read it, his writing. When I first started this blog I sought his advice as an ombudsman to focus my voice, and he chimes in every once in a while if he sees something that he likes in a post. In short, his opinion means a lot to me. I was checking out his blog, which is here, and I ended up here, which is the blog that he and his girlfriend have. It’s pretty freaking adorable. Something he wrote really jumped out at me… Continue reading ““Countless Meals-for-One””
The Little Things
I just got back to my apartment building Friday evening after going grocery shopping. Obviously, I was looking ridiculously attractive in my sweatpants, henley, and a deerstalker (or as most people call it, my Sherlock hat). The market is a block away from my apartment so I take very obvious liberties in rushing there to grab my groceries. On the way back, I had four very heavy plastic bags in my hands, the kind where they’re so heavy that the handles are cutting into your circulation and the plastic is stretching with every step you take. I rushed back to my apartment, nodded a greeting to the doorman, and luckily an elevator just opened up. I darted inside, and breathed a little sigh. As the door was closing I caught a glimpse of someone rushing to make the elevator and instinctively stuck my foot in the door. As the elevator closed on my foot, I wiggled it a little and managed to hold the door. The girl (and no, it wasn’t her) smiled and walked in.
She said, “I can tell you’re a gentleman, most people don’t do the small things like that. They would’ve just let the doors close.” Continue reading “The Little Things”
In the King’s Court (An Evening Courtside with LeBron James)
Part 1: Location, Location, Location
First and foremost, I will preface this, I do not like LeBron James. I think that it is beyond arrogant that anyone would call themselves a ‘King’ and that he gets treatment unlike any other NBA player. That being said, it was still a hell of a experience.
So my buddy Jake texted me around Christmas wanting to know if I was free to go to a Nets-Heat game. To be honest, I’m ambivalent towards the Nets, and I absolutely detest the Heat, but the allure of seeing LeBron play in person at his prime was intriguing. Little did I know however, that I was in for a much crazier experience. Continue reading “In the King’s Court (An Evening Courtside with LeBron James): Part I”
The Wolf You Feed
An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”