As I sat down to the computer screen this morning with sleep still in my eyes, I began my day with reading my Facebook feed.
I needed something positive to feed my soul and enrich my life. Therefore, I read with hope and a purpose that someone had posted something noteworthy. I read post after post until I scrolled to a post about a man I had never heard of . . . His name was Paul “Bear” Bryant.
I guess he was a man who did amazing things. From the snippets of what I read about him, he was a private man who believed anyone could do extraordinary things. And after his death a piece of paper was found in his wallet. Later the information was shared with the world; and today I got the chance to be blessed with the wisdom he cherished and left.
The message packs a powerful punch on being mindful of a gift that can’t be replaced. I’m sharing his message because it’s so profound. The content of the message should make every reader deeply think about their life and the direction its going; because the writer truly knew what made ordinary people do extraordinary things.
Magic Bank Account
Imagine that you won the following *PRIZE* in a contest:
Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 in your private account for you to spend. However there were some rules:
1. Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.
2. You can’t transfer money into some other account.
3. You can only spend it.
4. Each morning when you wake up, the bank puts another $86,400 in your account.
5. The bank can end the game without warning; at any time. It can simply say “Game Over!” and close the account. And you won’t get a new one.
What Would You Do? You would buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, because you knew it would be replenished in the morning, right?
ACTUALLY, This GAME is REAL ……
Each of us is already a winner of this *PRIZE*. We just can’t seem to see it. The PRIZE is *TIME*
1. Each morning we wake to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life. 2. And when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us. 3. What we haven’t used up that day is forever lost. 4. Yesterday is forever gone. 5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING.
SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.
About a year ago my husband and I were having marital problems. I hated him. He hated me. He blamed me for our financial problems. I blamed him for our financial burdens. It was clear to see my husband and I were at war. And, sadly, those that loved me took my side of things.
With a hint of amusement their marital advice normally centered around sex came at the wrong time in my life.
It was bad enough that I was dealing with a bad marriage. But having to deal with accepting my loved ones as out of control horny women just complicated matters. I wasn’t in need of sex! I needed sound judgment and advice. But what I got was the freak show extraordinaire! And when I write “horny women” I mean they were and are ‘horny women.’ And God bless their little hearts!
Beyond question the conversations between me and my loved ones made me blush of shame. I was so embarrassed for them, especially when they started going into details. OMG! Who were these women? How could I have not known these wonderful women walked on the wild-side of freakishness? Who knew? Cause I didn’t know! And when they became willing to share their sexual adventures I became scared for them!
One Caucasian friend was full of sexual suggestions. First, she told me I was in my prime and I needed to find a young man in his prime (age 36+). What! Sorry! But I’m not into younger men. However, I’m not going to say I didn’t consider having an affair but a younger man never enter my thoughts. And as a mom I would feel creepy having sex with someone around my children’s ages. I was in disbelief that my friend could even suggest that I date a young man! But! Hey! To each their own! Right?!! Right.
Needless to say my facial expression took on many forms as she was giving me poor advice. I knew her indiscreet but caring words were expressed to help me overcome my marital woes. Yet, had I followed her bad advice I would have made matters worse. And, besides, what woman in her prime really wants a sweaty young man pouncing on her fragile and aging body. Seriously!
I think as a person gets older they recognize their body is becoming fragile. And because of aging the perception of people really seek to find the truest meaning of intimacy to sexual pleasures.
Honestly, I no longer thirst for sex like a young woman in heat. I stopped allowing men to abuse my body years ago. And as I’ve grown older I want intimacy instead of acrobatic sexual encounters.
I would calmly write, after years of searching for wholeness, my age, my soul, and my spirit are now on one accord. And all the parts of me agree that I’m older and passed the desires of uncontrollable lust. Unconstrained lusts that make people do foolish things for sex! So, like I said, my friend’s suggestion, if taken, would have only complicated matters. And I’m so glad that my prayer “Lord, help me grow old gracefully” won out.
But when I didn’t take her advice on getting a younger man she came up with another plan to help me. I inwardly thought, “Does this woman ever quit giving bad advice!” because her second plan was funnier than the first. Below is the conversation between her and myself one-day:
Joyce: It looks like I’m going to have to pull out the blue boy since my hubby will be working late hours. Me: (Inwardly Thinking) “blue boy?” (Finally asking) Joyce what the hell is a ‘blue boy?’ Joyce: It’s my toy! Me: Your toy! You got one of them things? Joyce: Yeh! Don’t you? Me: Hell! No! (laughing historically) Joyce: Well! I’m going to buy you a BIG black one when I get some monies! Me: Oh, no! I don’t need one of those things! Joyce: Yes, you do, little Missy!
I was so appalled that my friend would state that she was going to by me a sex toy. I thought she was overstepping her boundaries. And, regrettably, I didn’t have the nerves to tell her such. However, I did have the grit to discuss the matter with others.
After sharing the story with those in my circle I found out many of them had sex toys! OMG! What’s wrong with people! Why has society become so sex craved?!!! What ever happened to modesty?
Each found my reaction to my friends’ statement hilarious. They laughed and made jokingly comments as if I was out of touch with the birds and the bees. But I have news for them: As long as I am alive I will always have sexual thoughts. I will always want to be sexually pleased by my husband as I am pleasing to him. And if I gotta have a toy what does that say about my husband ability to satisfy me? And how will having a toy make my husband truly feel as a man? And what types of sexual deviants will I open when allowing such into my bedroom? I don’t even want to imagine what would or could happen!
Flash back moment: I just thought about that movie by Tyler Perry. Now what was the title? Hum . . . Temptation! That’s it! That movie was so true to life. I could only stand to watch it once. Once was enough for me to get the message about self-destruction being nicely wrapped in a pretty package of promiscuity and naïvety. Well any-who-how . . . The conversation that pushed me over the edge when it came to owning sex toys was with a younger family member.
Family member: You need to get you a toy. Me: You got one of them, too? Family member: Yeah! Don’t you? Me: Hell, no! Family member: You should get one. As a matter of fact mines need new batteries. I’m working on my second one! That’s all I give to brides at bridal showers. Me: (Laughing too hard to say without chopping my sentence.) I don’t think so! Family member: Why not? Me: I like the real thing. Besides I would never want my kids to find such should I die. Family member: What the hell will you care. You’re dead!
I must admit her last statement was true. I would be dead and my cares for this world would no longer be an issue. But I’m a wife to a wonderful over the road truck driver. I’m a mother of three awesome black men. I’m a step-mother to four beautiful white women. I’m a grandmother with eight grandchildren. I’m a daughter to a wonderful and lively old woman. And even though I don’t like my sister’s, I love them and respect them despite of our differences that keep us apart. I have some amazing nieces and nephews that I love as if they were my own children. I have wonderful aunts and uncles and a host of cousins I consider closer than siblings. I have an array of friends that I love like brothers and sisters. And with so much love abound I’m realizing I’m blessed! Truly blessed! And the one legacy I want to leave all that love me and all that I love is self-respect.
What I leave behind should not become a final moral issue for my family, friends, and loved ones to deal with. And more importantly I do not want my son’s to see nor neither handle such a personal item as a sex toy. The thought of them discovering such a thing makes me sick as their mom and as a woman. I know my words sound prudish but I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. I just think people are jumping off the cliff of self-respect and killing themselves morally because they can’t control their sexual impulses.
It is so hard to believe this incredible talented man was shy. Wow! Right!
For me, after seeing this video I decided to research Marvin Gaye. I wanted to learn more about the him the man [and not the singer]. There wasn’t much that had been uploaded on the internet about his personal life that I didn’t already know. As usually it was mostly bad stuff. To be honest, I was not surprised. It’s sad how people are only interested in the bad things when it comes to the rich and famous. It seems that people are never really concern if the person that is in an influential position is truly making a difference. Well any-who-how . . .
I can remember hearing Marvin Gaye’s tantalizing voice being resonating from the speakers of my moms record-player. I also remember how she would let his music play over and over for hours. It was as if his melodies would transport her to a place that was only for her to enjoy. I knew she had reached her fantasy destination when I would start misbehaving and she said not a word. Talk about a little person taking advantage of the situation.
Let’s just say, not only did Marvin Gaye inspire many lasting relationship through his ability to connect lovers, but he saved me from getting many tongue lashings and spankings. As my mother used his latest hits to transport her from the harshness of life.
So when I heard this sound track of Marvin Gaye singing a cappella, I was transported back to a time I enjoyed my mom the most. Not only did I return to a time where I was allowed to be a mischievous kid; but, my memory allowed me to remember how my mother set the mood for her to enjoy an evening to listen to one of her favorite vocalist, that eventually became one of my favorite male artist.
Marvin Gaye’s music makes him timeless. I realize the phrase “timeless” is normally used when referring to to music and not the artist; but it’s as if Marvin Gaye never got older than the music he recorded so long ago. His larger than life performances captured on film still gives his craft the ability to make women swoon even after his death.
As I watched several documentaries about his life, I discovered he was a kind man. He was generous with his fortune and he never met a stranger. For a kind and generous man, Marvin Gaye had his share of troubles that later spilled into the public as his tribulations finally became the reason for his death. But despite his tragic ending he has left a music legacy that will be hard to meliorate.
Personally I have always loved his song “What’s Going On.” It’s something about that song that reaches deep inside of my soul and makes me want to do what is right by humanity. As a matter of fact I am sitting here jamming to the tune and saying aloud “what a man!” And if you listen real close you can hear his Christian up-bring coming through this particular song. For those of you that do not know Marvin Gaye or have not heard ‘What’s Going On’ I’ve inserted the video below for your listening and viewing pleasure: