Good morning, I hope its a good one for you. I'm doing better, I'm seeing better, gets better every day. Not completely back, but better. Guess I'm awake , because I got a lot of sleep. Came home after class, went to bed. I think i'm a little sad about this bad sight thing, it's not fun. Makes me want to close my eyes, so I do, every chance I get. Nice thing, is each time I do that, I open them and there is improvement. My daughter came home, I got up, we talked, and ate, she ate my chicken! I jerked the chicken for me, I cooked cajun for her. She always says the jerk is to hot! She ate my chicken. I ain't mad at her. I'll cook more jerk next time.We had a good afternoon. I'm going back to bed. It's 4 AM.

Good Morning, hope y'all had a great week.  Mine has gotten better. Last week I had trouble seeing, and didn't want to share that with anyone. So I shared it on a need to Know basis, only. I'm sharing it today only because my vision has improved at least to the point where I'm able to see to the point to see what I'm looking at. Last week I shouldn't have been driving at all. It's a blessing I made it  in. The eye doctor said I probably poisoned myself, through my eyes with insecticide I applied to my lawn. It's all good though, forced me to my knees again. Asked God to restore my sight, he is, only slowly. Helped me remember, that all things are possible, though him, and he 's the ultimate authority, not me. If he decided I wasn't gonna get my sight back, I wouldn't have. So I spent some time this morning, thanking him, for the improvement, and hope he continues, cause it's not completely back yet. And I still feel poisoned, my balance is a little off. My morning started at 320, and I went back to bed at 428,till about, 630. Got up, found gas for 330, and I'm here at school, Grateful. Be 59 in 21 days, God willin.

Some of us have experienced love hate and everything in between, I know I have. I have experienced great joy, and great pain. Because of that, I am capable of empathizing with others that have, are experiencing what I've already been through. The experience, is a gift. It has never felt like a gift when I received it, but I know now, they were gifts. Each designed by my Father to prepare me for the next. There were incidents like the following before these, but they happened too early in life to understand pain. I believe even that was by design, I was probably 5 or 6 when my Grandfather died around 1960. Just thinking right now my Grandmother died at about the same time I lost my mind, and did the stupidest thing I've ever done, I left home, I was fourteen. Interesting, I hadn't realized that till today. A gift, I got from being part of this class, and wanting to let someone, I care about understand, I understand. I learned since then better ways to deal with pain like that, than things like that. And, I am willing to share those with anyone who wants that kind of help. Because like I said before, it's a waste of my time trying to help someone, who doesn't want, or doesn't think, they need help from, me. Since then my only brother died, around 1992. My second wife died, July 25th 1997. I had a car accident April 11, 2008, that made it impossible for me to play my favorite sport, basketball, has forced me to retire early, and change careers. I'll be close to 60 when I graduate. My favorite son went missing, and was murdered, sometime between March 1st and March 27th 2009. And the police won't investigate. I'll have to do it. My mother had a stroke and died about a week later, when we had to take her off life support December 27, 2011. All painful events. I haven't had a drink or did any drugs, that aren't prescribed by a doctor, since April 6th 1991. There are much better ways to deal with pain, life's good, I enjoy it. Hope you have a great day too. I don't have a degree, only experience, I happen to believe experience, is a really good thing, A gift.

I read the blogs written by classmates and our professor, interesting, what interests you all. Beverly, we got more in common. My Father was a fourth grade school teacher, Miss Johnson , I'm responding to your blog as well. My Father, was a Great Black Man, and a great fourth grade school teacher. There are people in south Philly, and all over the country that still remember and talk about him. You are right, there aren't many but I knew one really personally. Wish I had had the sense to give him the props he deserved when he was alive. But I do now. Thanks for the opportunity. It's a hard job doing a job, nobody appreciates you doing. Guess we all reap what we sow, though. I'm having a little problem seeing, so I'm signing off now, hopefully, the doc will see me tomorrow. Peace!