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Happy Mother’s Day (2014)


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Wishing a Happy Mother’s day to the amazing woman who birthed me, raised me, taught me to navigate these crazy shark infested waters as a young black man, showed me how to live with integrity even when doing the right thing goes against the grain, and served as a constant reminder that love is always there even when you find yourself in the middle of hell. You are appreciated, loved, and still greatly missed… but knowing that you have found peace is better than having you suffering here with us.

Happy Mother’s Day to all my grandmas that have found peace and to grandma that is still here blessing us with her love and wisdom. Happy Mother’s day to all my mamas that have embraced, loved, and treated me as their son. Happy Mother’s day to all my sisters who are raising the next generation of Kings and Queens; you are amazing. Happy Mother’s day to all of my Aunt’s, cousins, friends, and every other amazing woman out there making big contributions to the world by selflessly serving the role as our mothers.

Happy Mother’s Day to my angel, my Queen, my wife, the love of my life, the mother of my little King’s, and the amazing woman who I have vowed to spend my eternity with. Everyday with you I am reminded of God’s eternal grace.

Thank you to you all…. I am, we are, it is all because of you… ~ Sean King





Imagine, waking up and watching the national news where the lead story is about Shaquita getting a perfect 1600 on her SAT, and the decision of whether she should go to Harvard or Yale.

Imagine news that talks about the humanity of a 13 year old girl who’s volunteering at a convalescent home, or the 18 year old boy who spends his spare time helping at risk youth prepare for college while studying engineering, or the guy in the NYC who’s been feeding the homeless for 18 years straight with his own money without ever taking a day off, or the 40 year old brother working to help former criminals reenter society after they paid their debt.

Imagine waking up and hearing a feel good story first thing in the morning.

Imagine if murder was only talked about from the side of the victim.  Imagine a world where the criminals remained nameless, were not newsworthy, weren’t provided a world stage by the media, and didn’t have anybody analyzing every detail of their lives including how they wiped the shit from their ass.

Imagine if the story was about how wonderful the victims were.  Imagine if the story was about how resilient their families were in putting their lives back together in spite of the tragedy.

Imagine if we changed our views and quit speaking from the perspective of fear and death and instead highlighted courage and life, resilience and hope, love and humanity.

Imagine if we started our sporting events with a song telling everyone to lift their voice and sing instead of a war cry about rockets, bombs, war, and enemies.

Imagine what our world would look like if war was a last resort and not a first threat. Imagine how our world would be if the news were even a little bit balanced.

Imagine if we gravitated toward light instead of darkness.  Just imagine, who and what we could be if we changed our perspective.

I point this out because in many respects training people is like training dogs. They learn what’s important by what we focus on and what you reward them for.  Teach children for 30+ years and no one notices.  Murder, rape, commit a heinous offensive act against someone, or even dunk a basketball, and they will immediately listen.  They will make you famous beyond your wildest dreams.  A spokesperson for this, a spokesperson for that.   They will revere you.

Our kids are watching and starving for attention.  By constantly showing them murder and violence, we are teaching them what we value. We are telling them if they want to make a name for themselves they need to be an entertainer, an athlete, or a criminal.

A Cruel World

Cruelty is convincing a beautiful young girl or a beautiful young boy that they are ugly because they don’t match your definition of beauty even though they look exactly the way God intended them to look.

Hateful is watching them struggle with their confidence and suffer from self esteem issues because you treat them as outcast rather than embrace and love them.

Evil is blaming them for being weak when they can no longer handle the burden of being constructed in God’s image when man clearly believes that fitting into his definition of perfection is more important than living God’s purpose.

What a cruel world we live in.