I am teaching JC Wright a young sax player at a local area high school for free, for no other reason but to help him.
When I was studying in the library, I was bored and wanted a reason to procrastinate. So I wrote the words "you're beautiful" on pieces of computer paper and stuffed them in random books. I think that's honestly the most important message we need to spread to kids my age because we're constantly under pressure to achieve this 'perfect' image whereas beauty lies within.
When I was walking back to the parking deck after class last week, I noticed that the parking meter next to one of the cars had run out and the parking authoritarian was closing in quickly checking other meters on the street. I felt like it was my duty to put in an hour's worth of change to prevent who ever the car belonged to from becoming victim of that dreadful VCU lime green parking ticket.
Today I wrote someone I do not know very well. This particular individual has been sent to back prison on account of a "ridiculous" parole violation. It's a very sad story because this has just happened very recently, during this current Holiday season. I simply wanted to let this person know that I cared and that I'm willing to come visit him in his time of need. All that he needs to do is send me a reply so that the appropriate arrangements can be made. I've offered to perform a little music for him. Christmas, rock, classical, jazz....It doesn't really matter what I play for him; it's being there for someone in need.. that's what's important.
---Bryan '7' Rowland
When my mom signed up for a dining plan, she decided to get me one that would be impossible to finish. Originally I had 200 meal swipes, $300 in dining dollars, and 20 guest swipes. This plan is impossible to complete considering my dorm room has a kitchen in it and I’d personally rather eat real food, cooked by me, rather than dining hall food. Upon the arrival of the end of the semester, all the leftover swipes and dining dollars get thrown away and you get no money back. So, since I had a little over 100$ last week and I knew I wouldn’t be able to use them all; I took the freshmen from my team out to dinner at Chile’s. We all had a very nice time and it was nice to just enjoy each other’s company for the last weekend we’d spend together before break.
On November 1, 2010, my grandfather Henry Wesley Hicks, my stepdad’s father, passed away. During the Fall of 2009, his doctor estimated about six months left for him to live, which would have put him around May 2010 or so. Therefore, we were very grateful for the additional six months granted to him, as we went down to my grandparents’ house every weekend since we knew he could go any day. He lived a long life of 76 years, and was married for 45 years to my grandmother, who has taken his death the hardest. I knew at this point, I had to step up a notch and truly be there for my family. So, I put my poetry skills to work, as I wrote a poem to my grandpa and decided to present the poem to everyone at the funeral service (the poem I Love You is in my portfolio on Blackboard). The poetry truly brought great smiles and laughter, as we could remember the simple yet remarkable traits about this wonderful man. My stepbrother Kevin, a Sergeant in the US Marines, brought about ten of his battle buddies from North Carolina to be there in uniform at the funeral service, and I was in my US Army uniform. One of his friends came up to me after the service and told me, “I have never even met your grandfather, and after you read that poem, I felt like I knew him and I could easily imagine the wonderful man he was.” From that, I knew I nailed that poem and brought a smile to my grandfather’s face.
Since then, we have continued to go down to my grandma’s house every weekend in Alberta, about an hour south of Richmond. She is very lonely now, so we do everything we can to make this transition easier for her. For her birthday, my stepdad, Calvin, and I surprised her with a 42” flat screen television in her living room when she returned from church. She loves it! Since then, she has been redecorating her living room and making little changes around the house, staying busy. This past Sunday, my family and I went to her house and had a small Christmas celebration, since Kevin, his wife and son were coming from California to stay with her for a few days. So we had a lovely dinner, gift exchange, photo opportunities and wonderful fun memories.
Above anything in the world, family is the most important thing to me in my life. Love, dedication and care are the pieces of the backbone that keeps family strong. I am much honored to have this opportunity to place something into Theo’s Stocking. You have definitely inspired me, so if you could send me a couple paragraphs briefing me about your family and Theo, I can write a poem for you in dedication to your son. Also, if you would like, check out my book online on BarnesAndNoble.com (ISBN#: 978-1-4500-9257-9). Thanks again and God Bless.
---Steven A. Funes