I'm at the END of my life!!

His name is Al. I met him while working at the water house this past summer. He’s vibrant, alive and has all of his faculties in tact. He’s ninety years young and he's a charmer.

 

I hadn’t seen Al much this Fall due to my travels. I’m back working at the water store for the month of December ,when Al walked past the door and did a double take. We picked up exactly where we’d left off.  Al has been sharing with me a book that he’s written. He tells me he’s looking for an editor. I ask him a few questions about his book; in order to get a better idea of how I may be able to help him find what he’s looking for. I finally lament and I said, “Al, why don’t you email me the description of what you’re looking for.”  He quips through his sly grin and tells me that he doesn’t do technology. He has no cell phone, no computer, no instagram or the face thing. He then shares with me the importance of him finding someone to edit his manuscript, because  “I’m at the end.” 

It was the first time I fully heard and understood what that meant. After the age of fifty; you come to the realization that life affords some of US  a:

     

.  BEGINNING

.  MIDDLE and

.  an END!

And at ninety years of age, you know that death is inescapable. However, you keep living until it’s your time. With that being said, we rarely think of leaving this gift of a life before we’re supposed to. I think we mostly believe we’ll all live to the ripe old age of seventy, eighty, ninety or if we’re lucky…one hundred years old.

While having a conversation with my sister yesterday, December 20^th, she asked me if I ever planned to return to our hometown of Omaha, Ne. I responded, “This might sound warped, but not unless it’s for someone’s funeral.”  I’d give anything to take those words back today.

I got word this morning that my best friend’s 25-year old son was murdered last night. Not shot and in the hospital.  This YOUNG man is gone. I remember when she was pregnant with Kerrington. I remember coming back home to Omaha, when she gave birth, to meet this beautiful bouncing new baby boy. He was the first grandchild born. I remember watching him grow up from afar and now he’s no longer with us. 

At what point did pulling out a gun, aiming it at a person and pulling the trigger become an:

OPTION

When I was growing up, the thought of shooting another human being NEVER crossed my mind. When you shoot another human being, there is no take back, rewind or do over. There is no recovering from that. 

Today my heart is heavy. I’m in a cloud. I vacillate between anger and confusion.  I don’t feel like myself…at all. I’m not a parent; so I don’t know what it feels like to outlive your baby. I can only imagine what my best friend is going through and it has the words:

.  PAIN

.  ANGER

.  FRUSTERATION

.  CONFUSION 

.  SADNESS  and

.  Emptiness   written on it

We’ve all heard the adage that:

Life is short

Tomorrow’s not promised to anybody

Don’t put of  tomorrow; what you can do today

Better to have loved and lost …than to NEVER have loved at all

Life is 4 the living

Let no day go by without telling the people close to you…that U love them. Cherish and hold one another up.  Change begins at home. If we teach ALL children that ALL lives are an asset and that their life matters;  maybe then we’ll see fewer black boys killed at the hands of other black boys. 

I’ll never forget Kerrington’s smile and his cute little laugh. The last time I was in Omaha, he shared with me his love of music and how he wanted to come out to Cali to pursue his rap career. I’ll forever remember how much love he showed his mother and siblings. He was a spitting image of his father Kerry Baker. I send my BFF Love, Light and compassion during her time of need.  Tomorrow’s NOT promised to anybody

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I wasn't SUPPOSED to be there!!

I wasn't supposed to be there today, but I was there. I WAS supposed to be there today. I'm grateful I was there today

.  There are NO Accidents!

.  EVERYTHING is in divine order!

.  Sometimes you're the Messenger; other times you're being used to relay the message

.  The Journey is much more valuable than the destination

.  Each one Teach one

I live by the above mentioned principles. SO, it was no surprise when she walked into Beyond o2 this morning at 10:05 a.m. I was on a call, assisting a first time home owner with buying a 3-Temp alkaline system and possibly a whole house water softening system. The young lady, who appeared to be in her early to mid forties,  waited for me to end my phone call. I noticed she was very patient. Most times, people who come into our store are in a time sensitive hurry. This lady wasn't. That immediately got my attention. By the time I'd finished my call, she was on a cell phone call.  She then extended her arm over the counter to hand me  her cell phone. Without missing a beat, I accepted her cell phone. I introduced myself to the person on the other end and the tone of my day would be set.

The voice on the other end told me that her fifty-seven year old sister had recently been diagnosed with throat cancer and had a tumor blocking her throat; which was causing her pain and to have a raspy voice.  She then shared with me that  her friend, we'll call her Rosie, who was in the store seated in front of me, told her wonderful things about our water and how our water healed Rosie of her  brain tumor. The voice on the other end proceeded to share with me that she, herself, has MS and would like to get more information on our "Miracle Water."  

You see...me an cancer go way back. My mother, best friend and high school sweetheart all died of cancer. It's a very sensitive topic for me and thousands who have lost someone they love to cancer. I shared with the caller all of the benefits of both our "Miracle/High Concentrate" water. We call it High concentrate; due to it's PH level being that of 11.5.  I give thanks daily for my health. As a matter of fact, I thank source...Spirit...Universe...GOD and myself throughout the day for my health. I  never take it for granted. But there for the grace of God; go I.

While filling up water for her friend and her friend's sister, Rosie shared with me that her nine-year old son had been born with a cell mutating condition I'd never heard of. Because of his condition, the child didn't speak during the formative years of his life. Now, at nine years of age, she says he not only speaks, but acts out in violent rages of anger and frustration directed at her. She asked me if I thought the water could help her soon. I had to fight hard to hold back the tears.  I could see and feel the pain welling up in this woman's body. We were both doing our best to hold it together.  I explained that "All things are possible"  I also shared with her testimonies from two other customer's, with son's who had been diagnosed with mental illness.  Due to the consistency of drinking our water,  their mental state greatly improved, according to the parents of these young men. One such customer's son can ONLY drink alkaline water; due to the high levels of mercury in our city tap water.

Now, let me be clear when I say this.  I am NOT saying that alkaline water cures or diminishes signs of mental illness or disease. What I am saying, is that if our body's are made up of nearly 80% water - then surely drinking clean (Fluoride, Chlorine, Chloramine-Free) water with 72-trace minerals in it, can do a body good.  If a healthy change in diet can reverse Diabetes Type II, High blood pressure and High Cholesterol- then surely water has those same attributes. 

I then hugged this lady, with my heart touching her heart and wished her peace, healing and happiness.

Today was confirmation that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be and doing what I'm supposed to be doing; which is positively impacting lives. Whether it's with my 1-woman show or clean alkaline water - I am blessed with this wonderful opportunity.

Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life.

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