I’ve Got Your Back

I've got your Back

Originally published on:

That's Another Story

 by +Kristi Jedlicki

How many times have you said to someone or had someone say to you,

"I've got your back."  

It is a popular phrase that is easy to say, but actually following through with this declaration can be anything but easy.  Having someone's back sometimes is inconvenient, stressful, perilous, and a host of other adjectives that we didn't bargain for when uttering those words.  Yesterday, some very special people reminded me that they had my back, and in return, they have my heartfelt gratitude. 

Daniel

 

Daniel

is traveling right now on the train

He's been off the streets for a month

and if he makes his curfew by 10:00

he won't get kicked out again.


Oh, oh, Oh

I see the anxiousness in his eyes

as I drive him to the station

and wave goodbye.

His twin sons at Harvard Law

and his girls 5 and 10,

can't rely on Daddy anymore

cause his unemployment ran out again.

Oh, oh, Oh

Daniel my brother,

you are younger than me

and I feel the real pain,

of the scars society won't see.

like

When they gauge the

color of your skin,

to predetermine you'll never

kick their crack assumption again


oh, Oh, oh

so shelter now until till

set-up to fail at 10:00

keep the doors revolving

like native American history,

to keep the pale employed

as the only ones

allowed truly free.

Daniel my brother,

you are younger than me

and I feel the real pain,

of the scars society won't see...

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Welcome Home

One day last year

When I arrived at work, which happens to be at a day shelter for homeless men, I met an older, unassuming gentleman who has become someone I look up to for his endless supply of hope and determination.  When we first met, we shed tears of sorrow together, and earlier this week, we again shared tears with one another, only this time, they were tears of pure joy. It has been my true honor and pleasure to be a small part of his life, and I am humbled to share part of his story here.

Sunday Family Sunday Specially

Thru these doors to
The Wonderful World of
Sunday Family

Hay Ya'awl,

Back in my day,,, 

huh I never thought I'd get to hare and bea old enuf ta say that, but that's the second time now I'm starting my story with it.  Anyway Sunday nights were special with Mom not slaving away in the kitchen preparing a fresh feast from garden and farm for the 7 of us to eat, just her cast iron kettles of popcorn brought into the living room where the other 6 were already spread out on the floors, stairway and furniture watching the Magnovox, change the channel whoever's closest, stereo consol TV...

Write Me In!

Write me in and I'll come back!

The Monopoly

Hay Ya'awl,

If ewe is anything like me ya jist couldn't wait ta open yer Saturday junk mail taday and I'm shore glad I did! In the middle uv that now rubber banded stack was this year's ballot fer the Pouwk County Co-oped Electrical monopoly, strangley named, "Polk-Burnett". 



If yer also liek me and have owned a house in that thare strangley named area, ya haven't seen an ownership rebate in the past 20 years or so from that co-oped monopoly in the form of a check.

A message from the Man Himself

Mark Hovarth @hardlynormal at SOBCon 2011 (Photo credit: ShashiBellamkonda)

Hay Ya'awl,

Today's story is a plea from me, to help someone else realize, and acknowledge his dream.  This story is also as real and true as they get.  In fact, it's so real and true, you don't evun hafta take my word fer it, Ewe kin instead catch it fer yerself on Invisible People TV.