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Toxic or Possé Worthy?

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You drop a piece of food on the ground?

Immediately you start to think how toxic is that food? Is it eatable? Some say no, some say yes.

For years and years and years, we have heard stories of friends and family or even strangers met on the road that may be imperfect.

These are people deemed off the path, not quite right by society norms. However, in times of strife and trouble they can be your best allies.

Take for instance Star Wars and the character of Han Solo. The mans a gambler in debt to the deadly Jabba the Hut. Hangs out in the worst of places. Then becomes all of a sudden Luke’s (the son of a Queen) best friend and closest ally.

What about in Fried Green Tomatoes where the lead female player befriends not only drunks but also African Americans in the pre civil rights south. She wasn’t well regarded as a proper lady herself but ended up the hero.

Or Adventures In Babysitting where this upper class girl sees a side of Chicago most don’t know. However, the only reason she and those kids survived, is she trusted the unknown those that seemed sketchy or even told their sorrow through blues. She was afraid but she had to decide whether to run, fight, or trust. She trusted and had the most unlikely allies.

What about Princess Diana in a world petrified of AIDS she went right to a patient in an hospital and held their hand.

To most all these people are heroes the person we admire for their bravery and respect of all peoples.

Though in recent years I have heard of bathrooms closing, walls increasing and mentions of you have to be on the list or invited.

If Wyatt Earp denounced Doc Holiday for his relationships outside of wedlock and gambling the legend of the OK Corral would maybe not exist.

As AI has limited advertising to algorithms based on likes, we forget sometimes we look at something for its shock and awe aspect not because we like it. For instance, how many of you have said look at this it is so disgusting you have to see it?

As we are being put in boxes, caves or even cages (otherwise known as hell) by AI and corporations, it doesn’t change the fact that a country singer, could turn pop star and then gain more popularity just because she has a fiancé who is a Super Bowl champion.

Taylor Swift not only broke every glass ceiling but every stereotype placed upon her.

As for myself just because I can spend 5 days in the wilderness without a shower doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate fine dining and a plush 5 star hotel (if I could ever afford one). What it means we are not all one stereotype we are ourselves with infinite possibilities of preferences for likes. I know I have never said stick to the list when it comes to guests, I have always said “the more the merrier”.

In my childhood, it was very popular saying to hear, “I don’t normally but ).

Seriously just look at Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg they have the most interesting past but are well loved and adored for personal possés.

So as you think of cutting off that friend or family member who social norms may deem toxic, but to you they may be Shrek or Donkey instead of Lord Farquhars.

Determine if the cheese so moldy and toxic that it is unable to eat or can you just chip away at the moldy pieces to see the real source of goodness.

In other words I don’t mind if my marshmallow is a little burnt for my s’more.

-Jennie Nawrocki

It’s Real

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if y’all didn’t see my last post New Project please give it a read and donate to those who are struggling financially. Any amount will benefit those who need a home. Yes I know it seems strange how can a woman like myself be in contact with the Royal Council Federation, well I am not sure myself but I am not knocking it if you know what I mean. They as well as I know people out there need support and you are the one to give it to them donate now and you will see the results of better communities.

Thank you again,

Jennie Nawrocki

An Encounter

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It’s late at night in the middle of downtown. Bricks reflect the wet of the ceased rain aided from the permanent illuminance of the street lamps along side the building names. I find a dry spot just atop “blank was here” where I am thankful to rest. Inhaling deep breaths glad to be starting the final piece of my waking day. What do I have left to do, I must check my phone. I check all my network sites without emotion, just to put it away to wait for the next bus. Covering my legs I look over at the people standing, seeing a woman handing out material to people with them avoiding her as though she had the bird flu or worse yet wasn’t pc.

She was running out of time.

She soon would be coming my way. I check my phone only for the time, hoping that I wouldn’t face an encounter also. A bus came providing a mere hour before even the first person could request a stop. Swarming to get the best seat just to breathe. It is all empty now, just me a few other people and her. It was going to happen, bound to happen.

She was running out of time.

Debating ipod on or off, I should make a phone call so off but it is frigid the gloves must stay on to feel even a slight warmth. Then it happens as I look down at the brick multiplying my feet, I see Jesus saves us because Armageddon is coming, you must prepare, you must know. She is happy I talk with her, even smile in her direction. She sets down her torn bag, crouched to sit, to breathe but didn’t. I didn’t want her to either but then I saw, this elderly woman in what seem to be the last of her very tender years of pain and distraught. She had only an underbite full of darken, pointed almost wooden teeth. Grey hair poking out of a beanie cap, those beautiful cat eye glasses. Wearing a plaid charcoal coat covering the pleated shirt without straight lines ending with frayed edges towards her black tights and nursing shoes. I started to melt with empathy, she wasn’t going to hurt me, I misjudged, she only wanted the same thing I did to sit and breathe.

She was running out of time.

Pulling out her vintage bible trusting me to hold her most precious piece “read” I read allowed the verse she pointed to with confidence. It was written partially in Hebrew, the words were Hebrew within the bible, huh I don’t understand. Helping me pronounce the passage, she says it is coming Armageddon, Armageddon be prepared. What shocked me was that was, she left, gathered up her stuff and left. Walking away less than a step at a time towards the next person, please someone listen to her. The next person will, probably thinking I must get the word out.

She was running out of time.

I watched her struggling to walk, thinking how her day must look, Where she will go? What does she do? Was she happy? She seemed happy, but all the people that shame her everyday. I thought what could I do to help people like her? Why was I so cautious? She only wanted to talk, she only wanted.

She was running out of time.

Skimming the mini booklets. Jehovah’s Witnesses wanted, needed people to follow the greatest man, Lord for he will come and bring Armageddon. Folding the newspaper of a book, I could only think, how can she throw her life away to do this, just this? She looks as though a month spent in a hospital would only be the beginning of her recovery. If I throw away the words, will I disrespect her? or Do I disrespect myself by believing any of it? She is just a loon, this material is debunk, complete fooey? I couldn’t decide? Others would have had no second guesses but me, I am different? I can’t decide?

I am running out of time.

The bus comes, I take one last breath and board the bus just as I do, letting the papers fall in the trash. It seemed so easy,. Hopefully she didn’t notice, hopefully she didn’t see. She gave with love and I just threw it away to move on with my day. Although why did I feel so guilty?

I chose how to spend my time.

PS this is a true story, no parts are fictionalized or meant to represent anything else.

-Jennie Nawrocki