My name

My name is John
I come from the small town 440 (Lorain)
I'm supposedly "Graced By God" but in my eyes, I control my own life
I have the mindset of a charging bull, when I set my mind on one goal
I charge at that goal till it is achieved, nothing can get in my way to obtain my goal
A man can be told he will never obtain his dreams
I'm a man with a heart filled with desire, the desire to put my mind to its limit
My name is of Hebrew descent, my heritage is of the jews, people who no matter how badly they were whipped, beaten, and shot to death in the end they still believed that one day they will be free
I'm the type of man that no matter how hard you beat my down physically and emotionally, I will fight till the bitter end
The dead grass around me blazes under me like an athletes burning desire to be the best ever
If you compared Ghandi, and Muhammud Ali's personalities, that is who I am
I am a man of peace, I would rather solve problems with words then violence, but when I am tested and the first punch is thrown, I will take every hit and throw a punch back with twice the power
I am a man of peace and serenity, but when push comes to shove, I have the heart of a lion

Journal #21

If I had a choice between a horse, a cow, and a dozen chickens, I would choose a dozen chickens. I would choose a dozen chickens because if so, I could have them mate, and have more chickens to eat for meat, plus the eggs that they lay. Also after I have about another dozen full grown chickens, I could trade some chickens for a horse for travel and a cow for milk. Going with a dozen chickens in the long run makes sence, it enables you the ability to have trading materials, ontop of a better standard of living for your family. You would have to give it time for your chickens to have babies, and once you raise them and they are healthy, you can trade them for the other animals that you need. Maybe you could even trade them to someone in desperate need for a house, or a farm who knows! People are always desperately looking for a particular item, looking to give more then fair deals for them.

Journal #17

It was a normal July day in the store, a excitement filled day wondering if finally it was your turn to be picked. Your obligation as a piñata is simple, you get bought, stuffed with candy, and beaten till you fall apart for all of the candy to be scattered onto the ground for the little children to grab. Finally, my day came. His name was Ahmad, he was a Muslim boy who was awaiting his parents arrival to tell them I was what he wanted. My day as being beat down off a tree has come, and I was excited! The life of a piñata was pretty lame. Until the day came and you were beaten to death by the joyesness and laughter of children. You knew when it was all overs when you felt your candy guys spill out onto the ground for the little vulture children to skirmish over to get some candy. It was all the dream of a piñata to live this very moment down