Fueling My Drive

I truly believe that upon birth we are given a full tank of gas to fuel our drive for life. The good thing about this is that we can keep that full tank in reserve and just ride off our parents' drive for living and be okay. Meanwhile, we sit in the back seat, learning the ins and outs of surviving-what roads we should travel, what roads are not good. We are introduced to scenic routes and shown the long way. And every now and then, we see our parents drive level pushing empty and watch them take pit stops to refuel and keep going.
Then comes that merry day that you reach exit 18 and your parents stop the car and let you out. They explain to you that now you have to use your own drive and live off your own ambitions. You get a kiss on the for head, a pat on the back, and a number to reach them in case you break down. Next thing you know, they are yelling "So long sucker! Good luck", and they speed away.
Now you sitting in your own car scared to move, but somewhere you find the energy to turn the ignition and go. Now you have to use that full tank of gas given to you at birth. The drive starts off a little bumpy, but you soon get the hang of things, "Living is not so bad." But then you start to feel it. Your drive starts slowing and you are noticing that that once full tank of gas is very low and you could stop any minute. You become frustrated seeing others pass you on the highway and all you want is to get that feeling back that you had when you first started. You look up and you haven't even passed exit 20.
2006 has been a year of growth for me. My fuel level for my drive fluctuated so many times. I finally learned this year how to fuel up and keep going. See, I thought that everyone went to the same gas station. But just like a physical car, every type of gas does not work in every type of car. For a while, I'd mock people and did what they did to refuel, hoping that would make me happy. And for so long I watch the hand on my tank drop lower and lower to empty.
Finally, after so long I realize my fuel cometh from the Lord. That's what works for me. Personally, I believe it could work for everyone, but that's what keeps me going. See, I learned not to just stop when I'm low on gas, I get weekly maintenance check ups, body work done, tires rotated, everything. I'm happy , I am just as happy to say at the end of 2006, I I have peace in my soul. I made it. I learned from all my mistakes, I maintained, and I'm here. I feel good. I look around and see I'm not in the same place I was this time last year, which meant I moved on and moved closer to my destination... success.
Now apply this to your life. What does it take to keep you going? I invite you to try the same Living God that keeps me going. I read that he works in all type of cars. Try Him if you haven't already.
I was just telling my father how at peace I am right now with how my life is playing out. I have a full tank of gas, and I am going full speed on the highway. I'm not worried about other cars, I'm not worried about whats around me. I have tunnel vision now and all I can see is the land of success. Figure out what it is that fuels your drive and get like me....
DFitz
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My Name is Nicole Richie

I was thinking as I watched the news this evening, if my name was Nicole Richie, how much trouble could I really avoid. Could I ride down a busy highway the wrong way with Vicodin and marijuana in my car? When they pull me over I'm high as a plane and think that getting arrested is a big joke. I wonder if I would've been able to make bail so easily, especially after I put the lives of many people at risk. Oh, but it gets better...this isn't my first time! I'm already a recovering heroin addict, I've been arrested before for drug possession. http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/nrichie1.htmlNow, I've done this. So my name is Nicole Richie, how much trouble do you think I'll be in?

Now lets look at this as if it were really me. My name is not Nicole Richie, my name is....well they call me DFitz. I'm a young black woman and my father is not a famous singer. I have a Mercedes but its a late nineties edition. I don't have a prior record, but this day, this day I just wanna let go. So I call the dope boy and I say, "hey let me get a dime bag", and my homegirl slides me a couple Vicodin. Now I can go exactly where I'm trying to go...to the moon.

So now I'm driving down 77south, the wrong way, and the police see me. Lately, the police have been a little trigger happy so, what do you think the outcome of all this would be for me. I'm not rich, my daddy is not famous, I got a nice car, I'm a young woman, I'm black, I'm black, oh yeah, I'm black. Lets say the police are able to stop me before putting a bullet in my for head. Now they are able to see how high I am. So I'm sure they are going to rough me up a bit and put me in the cop car. They are going to let the news crew stick cameras all in my face so that everyone can see this black woman in this nice Mercedes getting arrested.

Now comes time to make bail. Denied!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have those "if that was me" moments. I'm so sure the story would have played out a lot differently if I was in that situation. Its funny how Ms. Richie who has money coming out her behind can't seem to stay out of trouble. It just goes to show money does not equal happiness. Her click of friends can vouch for that statement. Lindsey Lohan, Brittney Spears, Paris Hilton, all of them are rich white girls who stay in some kind of trouble.

Yet whats crazy, they commit crimes that the average person would serve time for. Their crimes range from child neglect, to drunk driving, fighting in the club, to underage drinking. Uhhhhh, so you mean to tell me if I make a billion dollars a year I can commit crimes and get away with it. NO DFITZ, its an equation to all of this. Its one thing that I would still be lacking....pale skin.

Don't be surprised I say this. Its a well known fact white people get away with more than blacks or any other race for that matter. Money or no money, the punishment and embarrassment I be put through would surpass the treatment Ms. Nicole Ritchie is receiving now. Really, think about it....do you believe I'm right?

DFitz

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Another day means another chance to make things right...

"This is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it and be glad in it..." Most of us know this song. So imagine being in the "dead" of your sleep and busting through your door is a five foot 40 something year old lady. Only able to carry a tune in her back pocket, she comes in singing this song as loud as she can. In hand she holds a wooden spoon and a pot in which she uses for drums...or just to add more noise to the equation. She belows out the song and you wake angered that she's in your face with this racket. You hear what exactly she's saying and you can't help but grunt with a slight feeling of relief. I've made it to another day...God let me see another day.

In high school, my mother made it a point to wake before everyone in the house and make her way to each of her children's room with her spoon and pot and wake us all from sleeping. She always wanted us to make sure we thanked God for being able to see another day. When I went off to college, her routine wake up call/racket saved me many days.

No person is exempt from having problems. At some point in our lives, we experience trails and tribulations at different degrees. I look back over my life and think about all the things I been through. I think about being raped, beat, let down, talked about, left out, and just plain disrespected. Yet somehow, the mere fact that I had made it to see another day was enough to keep me going. My parents taught me from a young age to take everything thrown at me and never let it get me down.

This blog was thought about after hearing a story of a teenager committing suicide. His note mention the reason for his not wanting to live anymore was due to not being accepted at school. Guys, we have to do better. Life throws us all curve balls all the time. I know its hard to find sunshine in dark places, but its possible. Like I mentioned before, I found my sunshine in just knowing I am able to see another day.

Another day means another chance to make things right. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is never let problems become your pulse. If you give trails that much attention in your life, it will kill you every time. I am a walking example that you can make it. I have twenty three years on this earth and have enough experience to say trouble don't last always.

I'm not sure who's going through what, what's happening to who, but if you make it to see tomorrow, just know that its a sign that you will get through it. You will!

DFitz

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Homosexuality Going too Far

My days can be somewhat stressful. I work eight hours for Vonage to come home and work another eight hours on my company, Write is Right Entertainment. Yet, I find a small peace in being able to turn on my television to my favorite network. I love A&E. I get to watch American Justice, Cold Case Files, Dog the Bounty Hunter, CSI Miami, First 48hours, and the list goes on and on. On Sunday I was enjoying a movie and a commercial came on about another movie that will be coming on next week. This movie is about a gay wedding planner rounding up his gay peers to go on strike and see how the city functions without hair dressers and florist, etc. That didn't move me, I just said, "I will not watch it." The thing that rattled my spirit was when the network displayed the A&E logo that I ever so much love, it was a rainbow.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I almost cussed!

What the @$%^ is going on with A&E! I love that channel. I really don't want to have to share it with "them". That was the one channel I could turn to and not have to watch two men kissing each other and now A&E has gay days......AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I really have strong beliefs against homosexuality. I believe in Adam and Eve. I don't hate a gay person, I just hate the act of being sexually involved with the same sex. I can't understand it. I don't try to understand it. I really feel that every channel does not have to have a slot available for the gays. I am not a fan of seeing it on television. I feel like I felt the day the View announced Rosie O'Donnell was going to be on the show. I tried to stay with the View after she became one of the host, but she talks about her life style sooo much that I no longer find pleasure in watching the show. It makes me uncomfortable to hear about her and her wife/life partner/ other mommy....AHHHHHHHH Sometimes I wonder why she just can't be like Ellen. I can watch Ellen because Ellen does not broadcast her lifestyle on her show like Rosie does. Everyone, like myself, does not want to hear about her relationship.

But this blog is not about Rosie, its about our society falling apart. Everyone walking on egg shells trying to include "them" into our society as acceptable that they are forgetting that they are the minority. Now, I can't watch A&E anymore. I refuse to support a channel like that. I can't stand seeing the rainbow A&E logo, nor can I stomach watching the previews for the gay shows.....whats really going on?

DFitz
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Thank You

I dedicate my first post to Ray Ray and Jarett:

At 5:45 am the sound of a beeping cell phone manages to wake me. Funny, since the sound of a plane or a roaring party next door can't move me out of a deep sleep. I wake to prepare myself for another full day. Somehow I manage to get out the house in a timely manner to hit 485east toward Concord, North Carolina, which hands down is an hour drive. 8:00am, I'm walking in the secured door of the place I call my job.

Secretly, I'm excited to be there since the people I work with come from all walks of life. I had the opportunity to learn each of them, that I work with in my department and in a short time they've managed to elevate me to a whole new way of thinking.

Last week sometime, I was paired with a couple of co-workers to complete a certain project assigned. While working on this project I learned the two young men were soldiers in Iraq. I immediately jump to the chance to let them know how much I appreciated their bravery and their risking their lives so that I can live comfortably. One, in which I lovingly call Ray Ray, gave me a half hearted smile and utter a surprised "Your Welcome". He went on to explain how he didn't receive too many thank you. Most of the time he was blamed for having to go over there. Jarett, also being a soldier, chimed in agreeing with Ray Ray.

I couldn't believe it. Why wouldn't people be saying thank you? OK, personally, I believe that this war was so uncalled for. I don't see Iraq's involvement with 9-11. I really see this was a demonstration of our greed for oil and power. Yet our situation hasn't gotten any better and that's shown every time I go to fill up my car and I have to part with 40 dollars of my hard earned money.

I could go on and on about this war, but the real issue at hand is why are we not honoring our soldiers the way we should? I feel it is my duty to say thank you as many times as I can to those men and women who have left their families, left the safety of our country to fight in a senseless war. Every time I look at my pay stub, I feel a little better knowing that the federal taxes taken from my check goes to pay those soldiers here and in Iraq.

Bottom line, when you see a soldier, say thank you. Thank you for every minute you sat in that country knowing each breathe you took could be your last. So Ray Ray, Jarett, and all the other soldiers serving this country, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

-DFitz

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