The Lord's Clinic

( I saw this somewhere and I had to share it)

I went to the Lord's clinic to have my routine
check-up and it was confirmed that I was ill.

When Jesus took my blood pressure,
He saw that I was low in tenderness.

When He read my temperature,
the thermometer registered 40% anxiety.

He ran an electrocardiogram and found that I needed
several love bypasses since my arteries were blocked
with loneliness and could not provide for an empty heart.

I went to orthopedics because I could not walk by my
brother's side and I could not hug my friends since
I had fractured myself when tripping with envy.

He also found that I was shortsighted since I could not
see beyond the shortcomings of my brothers and sisters.

For all of that, Jesus gave me a free consultation,
thanks to His mercifulness, so once I leave this clinic,
my pledge is to take the natural remedies He has
prescribed for me through His Word of Truth:

Every morning take 1 full glass of gratitude.
When getting to work, take 1 spoon of peace.
Every hour take 1 pill of patience,
1 cup of brotherhood and 1 glass of humility.

When getting home, take 1 dose of love.
When going to bed, take 2 capsules of clear conscience.

I will not give into sadness or desperation for what
I am going through today.  God knows how I feel.  God
knows exactly and with perfection what is being allowed
to happen in my life at this precise moment in time.

God's purpose for me is simply perfect.  He wants to
show me things that only I can understand by living what
I am living and by being in the place where I am now.


The beauty of friendship lies in the eye
Of that one person that makes you smile
So much that you feel you can almost fly
To the uttermost part of the blue sky
Oh what a blessing in disguise
To have a friend money can’t buy

True friendship starts from the heart
Of the ones you can’t break apart
Coz to them it’s a perfect work of art
To have someone when all is torn apart
So they can both cry over a lobster tart
That’s a friend who never departs

Friendship is more than a sailboat
You take only when you need to float
It’s also more than a big bank note
Or the gift of a red cashmere coat
It is more like that musical note
Saying a friend heals a bad sore throat.

Things I Love About Being Black

There are so many things to love about being Black, and it’s so funny how some blacks take those things for granted but instead look at themselves with disdain. I believe that we Black people need to change our minds about us and begin to embrace the things that are uniquely Black. We have to love those things, while loving ourselves.

Black people are a special and wonderful blend of horrible oppression, faith, hope, creativity, spirituality and unresolved issues. No matter how bad things are, we still have what it takes to make it better.

Haven’t we always?
Yes, and I love that about us.

For all the problems, the ups and downs of being part of the most challenged race on the planet, there is nothing more beautiful than walking, talking and dancing in the sun as Black people. We are the party and everyone wants to attend. It’s time for us to celebrate.

I’d like to celebrate the things that I love about being Black.

Top Ten Things I Love About Being Black:

1.  Melanin: The sun loves us. Melanin protects us from the harmful UV rays and when we absorb them, we are in tune and in time with the earth¹s rotation and the rhythm of the universe. Plus, God gave us our own rainbow in the shades of Africans, from light-bright and damn-near white to Blue-Black and every shade in between. God is an artist and we are the canvas.

2.  Rhythm:  Show me a person who says: "Blacks have natural rhythm" as a putdown and I will show you someone who is jealous because they can’t find the beat. Dance like no one is watching.

3.  Resilience, brothers and sisters: There is no other group of people who has the ugly history carried by Black people, and yet, we still exist and find a way to be happy as well as carry on through ugly conditions, making it look beautiful. Maya Angelou said it best: "And still I rise"

4.  The Black female physiques:  Females of other races go through hell and high water, surgery and the risk of cancer in the sun just to imitate what God gave us naturally--lips and hips, skin and hair, rhythm in the talk and walk and our appeal as deep as Atlantis.

5. The Black man’s walk:  It took years of watching my older brothers and cousins to understand the walk of a man that makes all eyes turn on them when they walk into a room. There’s a rhythmic air of confidence that belongs to my brothers and no matter how hard you work to imitate it, you can’t walk it like a black man does.

6.  Black hair: Dreads, braids and fades are just different and artistic on natural Black hair, and even when we lay our hair down with heat or chemicals, it’s still a beautiful and different thing, because no one can rock relaxed hair like Black women. And no one can rock a bald head like a Black man.

7.  Resourcefulness:  We took the waste products that were tossed to us and made them taste like the food of the Gods. And, many of us have stories of a Black mother who stretched nothing out to make it seem like something that a house full of kids could enjoy and have fond memories about for years.

8.  Black mothers: Stretching food is nothing compared to the feat of stretching love and making Christmas or a birthday special without one store-bought gift. The original mother of the universe stretched her arms and provided love and comfort for an entire race, even when we don’t feel deserving of love. Why do you think Black kids are the most protective of their mothers?

9.  Black dances:  Okay, I will brag about the stepping that has emerged from many African countries to become an international craze. Dance mechanically by the numbers if you want to, but Britney Spears is still regurgitating old half-warmed Janet Jackson moves from the 1980’s and it ain’t half as fly.

10.  Black creativity: Take away school music programs and give us old record collections from previous generations and only Black people could create an entirely new musical style based on our natural rhythms and rhymes. Some Popular black music may be mostly ignorant in its content, but the beats are still banging’ and the underground is developing new lyrical styles and content.

Now, there are at least ten reasons to celebrate being you. Add to the list on your own. Keep them near and dear to your heart whenever anyone tries to say we are anything but a beautiful people. We may not wear the t-shirts anymore, but I still love being Black!