Life is our teacher. Lessons pour into us at an amazing speed. They are there for us if we are awake and willing to listen to them. They come from young and old; from those we like and dislike. Lessons surround us. The following video shows five stories of children who will inspire you to kick it up a notch. If they can do it, why not you? They are my teachers.
“I never thought you’d ask me,” said my conscience with a hint of I told you so in his voice.
“I always listen to you. It’s my number one rule. You know that,” I retorted.
“Should I list the times you didn’t listen to me to your readers? Imagine what La Flor, Little Carmen, TT, and Carmela will think of you if I post your slip ups on my Facebook page.
“You wouldn’t?” I asked.
“I don’t have a conscience to listen to. I am the conscience.”
“I don’t like your attitude,” I said.
“I don’t like you hanging out with shady characters. Do you read your blogs?” My conscience asked.
“If I could like them more than once I would read them all day,” I said.
“Ah, the ego has taken hold of you. That’s the problem, isn’t Ray? Think of where you’re leading Little Carmen. The nitwit can’t find his way home when he’s on the sidewalk in front of his house. What about La Flor? She’ll flirt with anyone who rich, and will help her get all she wants. Is that the kind of character you want to create?”
“Hey, conscience. Cut La Flor some slack. She’s beautiful, tough, and edgy. She’s smart. She’s savvy. I like La Flor,” I said.
“Oh, I get it, you want to move Little Carmen aside so you can have La Flor all to yourself.”
“What are you talking about? She’s an alt ego. A created character. No wonder I don’t listen to you.”
“Life would be better if you did?” said my conscience.
“What do you suggest. I’m giving you a chance and it better be good.”
“La Flor should go to a third-world country and do missionary work. Little Carmen should be a Big Brother to inner city kids. TT should work for Apple. And, Carmela, she can wait on tables at Carmen’s Pizzeria.”
“What about Big Carmen and Lil Carlo?” I asked.
Before my conscience can speak. …
“Hey, Ray. Is your conscience bothering use?” said Big Carmen swaggering into the room.
“Stay out of this Big Carmen. It’s between Ray and me,” said my conscience.
“I needs the beautiful, tough, and edgy one. My boy is going to gets a very serious promotion when I can thinks of something to promote him to. And, as for Lil Carlo, give me a break. He’s got a good heart, even if he’s nuts. Now beat it, and leave my man, Ray alone.”
“Thanks, Big Carmen.”
“I’m watching you, Ray,” said my conscience pointing his finger at me as he walked out the door.
There’s a reason you’re here. Use it to build others. Use it to inspire others. Use it to show others it can be done. You’re life is important to all of us. Use it to motivate us. Use it to bring joy to us. Use it to make us laugh. Use it shine the light on our darkness. Yes, there is a reason you’re here.
Our black stretch stretch limo pulled in front of Carlini’s Trattoria. It’s Friday night. The sidewalk is crowded. I’m staring out the window of the black stretch limo. I turn to Little Carmen, “What are those two guys that look like they belong on America’s Most Wanted doing in front of Carlini’s?”
“You means cousin Paul and cousin Joe?” said Little Carmen.
“I don’t know their names. I mean the guys wearing sunglasses at 8 p.m. Tight black tees.”
“They were on America’s Most Wanted until they weren’t America’s Most Wanted,” said Little Carmen as the limo driver pulled to a stop, got out of the limo, and went over and talked to the I’m on steroids Black Tee.
“What does that mean?” I said.
“I dunno. It’s how Big Carmen explains it to me.”
“You accept it without question?” I asked.
“Yah.”
A moment later, a beaming Big Carmen, silk shirt open at the collar, black and silver hair sticking out, is at the limo door. The driver opens the door. La Flor extends her hand. She’s wearing a black, sheik, sexy fit me better than my skin silk dress with her new pearl necklace and earrings.
“My beautiful, tough, and edgy woman, you looks more beautiful, tough, and edgy than even Sciencestein thinks probable,” said Big Carmen as he kissed La Flor’s hand.
“Dat is such a smoothie move, Ray-mo. Sees how I learns everyting I knows from Big Carmen?” said Little Carmen.
“I can see how you’ve turned out so well,” I said. I not going to take a chance to get anyone upset with the black tees standing on either side of Big Carmen.
“Why are we here? I asked Little Carmen.
“I dunno. Big Carmen said he’s happy and is tossing a party for us and some of the family.”
I step out of the limo, Big Carmen has La Flor on his arm heading for the trattoria. I said, “Hi Big Carmen.”
The entourage stops. The black tees stare at me. Big Carmen turns, “Hi, Ray. I didn’t sees use because the beautiful, tough, and edgy woman was blinding me with her beauty. If I was twenty years younger LC has no chance.”
Little Carmen taps me on my shoulder, “Man, am I happy Big Carmen is older than me. Go figure how that happened.”
Phil Carlini, the owner, leads to a table that looks like it was set for the President and First Lady and entourage. Waiters fill our wine glasses, Big Carmen stands. He raises his glass, “To my cousin’s cousin, Phil Carlini, who closed his trattoria on his best night of the week because I wanted to toss a little party. Go figure.”
Phil shrugs his shoulders.
I whisper to La Flor, “What’s going on? Why are we having this dinner?”
“You didn’t hear?”
“I didn’t hear what?”
“Big Carmen is promoting Little Carmen. My man is making his way in the world,” said La Flor.
“Why? Promoted to what?” I asked.
“He did such a great job the other night getting the things Big Carmen needed. Lil Carlo gave him an A on his report. LC and don’t know anything about his promotion, we’ll learn tonight. We know it’s a serious promotion. Are you proud of LC?” asked La Flor.
“I can hardly catch my breath.”
“I get that,” said La Flor.
Big Carmen, still standing with a glass of wine, “I gotta toast LC. Salute! My boy, my son, my prides and joys I am giving a serious, very serious promotion the details will be worked out when they are worked out.”
Little Carmen stands waves, and sits. La Flor wraps her arms around him and kisses him.”
Somethings are best left alone.
Never be satisfied. You’ve got so much more to offer. Dig deeper. Keep digging, digging, and digging. Keep growing, growing, and growing. Even if no one ever hears of you. Keep digging. It’s all about what’s inside you. If you and I keep digging and growing we’ll do something very special. We’ll show others that ordinary people who won’t lie down are capable of extraordinary things.
“Why are you pacing back and forth, looking out the window, and checking your iPhone?” I asked La Flor.
She stopped pacing, turned and glared at me with her arms akimbo, and said, “I’m pacing for my cardio work. I’m looking out the window because I’m on neighborhood watch, and I’m checking my iPhone to make sure there is no fake news about me.”
“You expect me to believe that story?” I asked.
“Why not? You fall for everything else I say,” she said and went to the window and looked down the street.
“What are you worried about?” I asked.
“Can you tell? I thought I was hiding it so well,” La Flor said.
“It was a wild guess. Are you worried about Little Carmen? What’s he up to?”
“Why would I be worried about LC? He’d never do anything wrong. He’d never do anything illegal. He’d never have to make bail. Oh Ray, LC’s with Lil Carlo.”
“I warned you. I told you not to get mixed up with Big Carmen and Lil Carlo. You wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Go back and rewrite everything. You’re the one writing the blog. Fix it. Make LC a College president who always sucks up to me. All you have to do is change a sentence her, a paragraph there, and title now and then and hit update. How hard is that? You’re my friend right?”
“I’m your friend, but …”
The door, my wall, the handyman bills are going to keep piling up.
“I’m home beautiful, tough, and edgy one. I gots some surprises for use,” said Little Carmen wearing a black stocking hat, gloves, and black T.
“Ray, push the pause on that last request until I check out the surprises,” said La Flor. She turned to Little Carmen and said, “Come over here you fine male specimen, what did you bring your beautiful, tough, and edgy woman?”
“After I helped out Big Carmen, me and Lil Carlo picks up a few things on the way out.”
The way out of where? What did Big Carmen have him doing? I may as well get it over with. “Little Carmen, what did you and Lil Carlo do tonight?”
“It was an easy squeezy job Ray-mo. Big Carmen was running low on crushed tomatoes, wine, and imported anchovies, imported meats, and the most expensive cheeses money can buy. We gots them for him. And, when we were finished, I stopped by an old acquaintance’s house and got a few gifts of which I am going to show my beautiful, tough, and edgy one.”
My heart started pounding. I have visions of being raided. I’m watching Little Carmen hand La Flor a string of small pearls and matching earrings.
“Ray, how do they look? You never got me pearls. LC is so thoughtful, kind, and masculine,” said La Flor before she threw herself into Little Carmen’s arms and kissed him.
I walked out the room and let them have their space. I turned on my computer. Out of habit I checked the local news.
Chef Vigeli’s Culinary School Hit By Thieves.
In a related story, world renowned Chef Leo Vigeli’s house was hit by burglars who took an undetermined amount of jewelry. Chef Vigeli says it’s probably a culinary school prank and won’t file a police report.
“Huh?”
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“LC lets think about the basics,” said La Flor holding Little Carmen’s hand.
“Do use mean basically this and basically that,” asked Little Carmen.
La Flor said, “You’re so adorable, muscular, and … and … and.”
“And, what’s, beautiful, tough, and edgy one,” asked Little Carmen.
“Getting back to basics, LC. I want a poem every day telling me how wonderful I am,” said La Flor.
“I already has one ready, “Roses are red, violets are blue no one is cuter than use.”
“We’ll skip the poems,” said La Flor. Then she added, “This is a speed drill.”
“I am all speed for use, my beautiful, tough, and edgy one.”
“Let’s see how fast you can go to Starbucks and return with a mocha frappuccino. Pay attention. No melting allowed. No spillage allowed. Extra whipped cream.”
“I got it.”
“Ready, set, go, you’re on the clock. You fail, you’re out,” said La Flor.
What word or words can describe a hairy, muscular man wearing a skin tight Carmen’s Pizzeria t-shirt. None. He hurdled the shrubs, bounded on the hood of a car parked on the street, dodge cars crossing the street, and knocked over two trash cans, straight armed a jogger before he disappeared around the corner.
“Do you think you are being fair to Little Carmen?” I asked La Flor.
“Fair? Fair? If life were fair, Ray, every woman would be as beautiful as me. They’re not. So let’s not talk about fair.
“He might get tired of being treated this way and leave you,” I said.
“Surely you jest. Leave me? How often does one of your species get to be with someone like me? Don’t answer because the answer is obvious.”
“I think you’re emphasizing edgy.”
“I’ve got to bring LC back to the middle. He went too far to the edge. He was pushing the boundaries with the cooking gig.”
The door slams. Handyman time again. “I’m back. Did I makes it? I borrowed a 15 speed from a barrista,” said a puffing Little Carmen.
La Flor sips her drink, smiles, “Perfect LC. You passed test. Now, fill my soaking tub, put candles around it, and pour a glass of white wine for me. Don’t forget to lay out my terrycloth towels, body lotion, and put on my fav playlist.”
Little Carmen’s cell phone rings. He answers it, “Yes, Big Carmen. Yes, Big Carmen. Yes, Big Carmen. Yes, Lil Carlo.”
Little Carmen put the phone in his pocket, “I’m going to starts the water in the soaker tub, beautiful, tough, and edgy one, but I gotta go, Big Carmen got a problem, he needs a sub. I gotta go with Lil Carlo on an errand.”
Kiss, kiss, hug, hug,
“Be careful, LC. Don’t get caught. Text me?”
“Will do, my beautiful, tough, and edgy one.”
“Don’t get caught?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing?”
“Huh?’
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“What are you doing, La Flor?” I asked.
“What does it look like? I staring out the window. I wondering what life is all about. What is life all about, Ray?” whined La Flor.
“What’s wrong? I’ve not see you so low?”
La Flor turned me. The woman wasn’t wearing makeup. She looked like she belonged in the church choir. She was wearing a sweatshirt and jammy bottoms. And, it was two in the afternoon. She is seriously down.
“Take a good look at me, Ray. Do you see it?”
“See what?” I asked.
“I didn’t touch it. I won’t touch it. Don’t you touch it. It’s contagious,” she said.
“What? You look great,” I lied.
“I can tell when you’re lying,” she said.
“You can?”
“Yes. You try to sound sincere,” La Flor said.
“You men. You’re all the same. Where’s LC when I need him. He’s at school. There is no one here to dote me. Cater to me. He’s exhausted when he comes home. He doesn’t want to go out. Chef school is killing our relationship. It’s making age before my time.”
What does a sensitive male do in these situations? I Google, “what does a sensitive male do in these situations.” Google’s first answer, “Are you serious?” I asked Siri, “what does a sensitive male do in these situations?” Siri answered, “You’re obviously a male. Your species is not sensitive.”
La Flor spoke, a hint of tears in her eyes, “What am I going to do about this, Ray.”
I looked at La Flor pointing to her head, “Your head looks fine. What’s wrong?”
“A gray hair. A gray hair. A gray hair,” she screamed.
I bent closer to look at the agent of evil, the gray hair. I said, “Did you hug Big Carmen yesterday?”
“Yes?”
“I think it is his hair. It’s not attached to your head.”
La Flor raced to the bathroom. I heard a scream of joy. A shout of exhilaration. A howl of delight. The shower turned on. I heard music playing. Her world was turning around.
An hour later La Flor walked out as if she was heading out to wherever the beautiful people head to in the late afternoon.
Before she can say a word. “Beautiful, tough, and edgy one, I am home to beg use forgiveness.”
Enter Little Carmen.
“It’s too late. You’re history. You’re in my past,” said La Flor.
“I want to dote on use. I want to cater to use. I want to jump tall buildings for use,” pleaded Little Carmen.
“Really?”
“Chef Vigeli kicked me out of school today. He said he’d just as soon die as to keep teaching me.”
“I love that man. Shower, shave, and let’s boogie, ” said La Flor.
All was right again.
