Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Jesselle (Jazzy Girl) Page

Unsung Harlem hero
By Kevin Fountain Brother of the Hero

Once a upon, in a place called Harlem, lived a beautiful women named Jesselle Page. Although she appear normal . She was chosen by God to perform an unordinary task that in entailed the deepest act of bravery that some great warriors aren’t capable of .
Jesselle Page, Jazzy, was the name her friends called her. She was 5’5 and was round as a rare but beautiful plum. Round in the face with the most beautiful smile, which was bright as the Sun with that same burning warmth. Before I go any farther in this song, I say to you: are you brave?
Jazzy, had an amazing zest for life, she was a nature snap artist, funny as hell. Her other talents were actually part of her physical disable that she overcame in time. Let me explain she suffered from the worst type of seizures and headaches imagable. She was also incapable of having children. These things became the cornerstone of her life. She couldn’t work a job of routine, because of her seizures, however, she take care of her fiends and her friends children. Overcoming many feeling associated with her physical inability. She smiled a lot and you never thought of her as someone weak. She never got her GED, but she was will read and her favored pass time was the I witness News Team. She could tell you who the anchor was when they came and when they left. She also watched the soaps, as well.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Letter to Terrance Villanueva ;The man who killed Jesselle Page

I started this blog in deep sorrow for my sisters’ death. I am so angry that this has happened and that I am powerless. My anger has grown and I always want to down play my part in this. I want justice for this guy, who killed my little sister and I want him to burn in hell. However, that’s not it, my part, What about me; didn’t I do the same thing he did-not to long ago? Kill someone, black, like me (1982). Didn’t I run around in the streets acting like a fool, drinking, over reacting; impulsive stuff? Didn’t I do the same thing he did? Yes, I did. I spent ten years in prison for killing another human being. He has family somewhere and they must feel the same way I do about the lost of my sister. Their pain, God forgives me. I am not as much a victim as I claim. I stand in the same place as Terrance Villanueva the man that killed my sister. I am no better than he.
Dear, Mr. Terrance Villanueva 6-20-2010
I am angry with you, but I don’t hate you. I am still grieving and if you don’t have any remorse for killing my sister that’s okay to. What I can give you is this:
• Learn how to pray, it will help you get though long periods of loneness, shame and other feelings, that you may have never felt before.
Pray also that you enter your personal healing process. I know that feelings like deep remorse is necessary to move on in life, however, a man can be numb-ness for along time and stay too long in the dark shadows of ignorance. Prayer is the only way to the cool waters of healing, seek your own process.
• READ about our great leaders and heroes. There’s something about the images of other great men that makes you want to be a better man. You will naturally store these images in the back of your mind. If you are smart you will use them later as the foundation for a new life. Get some slogans to, like:” If you are not a part of the solution- You are apart of the problem.
• Understand: that in each man, women and child there is a spark of God. Acknowledge this and you will have a clear understanding of peace. Peace of mind is the life we should live.
• “How could you claim to LOVE God Whom you cannot see and Disrespect your brother, whom you see everyday.”My question to you my brother is this: Will GOD hear your prayer.
Though, the GRACE of GOD
Kevin Fountain
Father’s day 6-20-2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

Somethig to think about....

* Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.
* You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.
* The darkest moment of the night is just before dawn.
* Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut after.
* All people smile in the same language.
* A hug is a great gift... one size fits all. It can be given for any occasion and it's easy to exchange.
* Everyone needs to be loved... especially when they do not deserve it.
* The real measure of a man's wealth is what he has invested in eternity.
* Love... and you shall be loved.
* Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it.
* It's important for parents to live the same things they teach.
* The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. The must be felt with the heart.
* If you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for.
* Marriage is like a game of compromise. When either one of the players stop compromising, the game is about to end.
* The choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow.
* Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul.
* If anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe it.
* Patience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears.
* Love is strengthened by working through conflicts together.
* The best thing parents can do for their children is to love each other.
* Harsh words break no bones but they do break hearts.
* To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it.
* We take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for.
* Love is the only thing that can be divided without being diminished.
* Happiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon others.
* For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back.
* Do what you can, for you can, with what you have, and where you are.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

senseless Violence

I can still hear, my mother telling me Kevin " you, can lie to me ;you can lie to Mr. Page ,But once you start Lieing to your self. You are finished. Kevin you start believing your own lies. You won't know which day is Sunday. Without changing anything said that's the life many of us live without waking up until it to late. We all have beliefs we support that don't have ground to stand on. And many of us will die for something we don't even know where it came from. Not to mention, believing in stuff that don't have anything to do with being black let-a-loan respect for ones self.

I once heard a man say" theres two messages out ther in the world; one message is good and one message is the Dead of the Black Man. Everyday I hear child playing in the playground cursing and trying to sound like some charter that they protend to be. Adults sitting in the back ground thats rigth little bitch.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Who shot that gun?

In the last year, my life has changed from someone who heard a gun shot to someone who wants to know who shot that gun shot and why they are shooting . Here in new york, if shot is not close we just keep on moving. I am changed because my sister was shot in a playground. She was watching my nephew while his mother wss at work. The gunman began shooting and my sister rushed my nephew off to safty when in her hast a bullet found her back and she fell, but my nephew was safe. When I hear a gun shot, I want to know why is it so close

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010