This is the last of the “me” blog. I hope you have gotten to know me more and understand how I feel about things. I would love to hear what you think about these pages.

This was the hardest one to write. I thought about what to write even wrote it all down, then I read it and was angry with myself. It sounded like I was trying to get you all to change you religion. That’s not me or what I want to do. Then I thought about how I feel right this minute and was going to write that, but I didn’t want you crying. So what will I write about was going on in my head and I was outside listening to the sounds of the world, my world. That’s it! What is in my world and how I feel about it all. So here goes, and trust me this is the long one.

As you walk down the street you hear the police cars racing to a crime scene, the horns honking, kids yelling and dogs barking. You’ll hear stereos blasting, birds singing, people shouting. You’ll see cars speeding down the streets, kids running and playing, I’ll see cats running from people or after birds. I’ve see women walking the streets wear a little more then nothing. I’ll think, where am I and why am I here?

You may even think that life is to hard to go on but you do anyway, you think you need to do something but you don’t know what it is.

This is my life, these are the sounds and the sights I see and help. I hear people crying for a better life, kids running from the crime, cat being chased by stray dogs that no one cares about. I hear the police car speeding down the road to get to the bank that was just robbed by a man who has no hope. I feel the hate in the air as I walk down the street in a area the has mostly one color and they don’t want me there. Why I ask myself? How did we fall so far from the way we were going? We were on track. We thought people would be treated better when we changed things for the better. But yet we want more? I have a hard time with this and I guess I always will. I feel that all the running around and yelling at people is useless and could be stopped, no SHOULD be stopped so we can start to live again. Can we change things? Yes. Are we willing to try, now that one is harder to answer. Who should change? Why should they change and when should they change? I guess the late Michael Jackson said it best, “I’m gonna start with the guy in the mirror” comes to mind. I have to change, I have to change to the way others think so I can make it in this world. I’m going to change to the beast that is out there and consuming the masses. The hate, the anger, the violence, the monster that has everyone in it’s grip. Then I wouldn’t see the dogs, cats, snakes, horses, kids, homeless, hunger, birds, and the elderly being killed and hurt, then I wouldn’t care about that. Maybe I should change, wouldn’t you think it would be best for me? This way I can stop belly aching about all that stuff. Yeah, I think it would be best. This way I can become part of the beast instead of fighting the beast. This way I too can go on living without caring for anything but me.

But that’s not me, I can’t change, I don’t want to change. I feel that what is bring the beast out is the way the people feel, hopeless, lost, abandoned and abused by the bigger people, the companies that ship over seas and things like that. Maybe I should try to get people to open their eyes and look at the beast and see what it really is. What is the beast? I can’t say. Can I see the beast? Yes, at least parts of it. And what I can see I don’t like. Can one person fight the beast, no it’s too much to ask one person to do. So what can we do? How can we fight the beast?

Can we get the government to help? Why? They are part of what’s wrong. Can’t anyone see what we have become and how we came to be this way? I may be naive and some may say crazy, but think back to the days when you were a kid. Remember the way it was then? Things were less costly, people helped each other. We drove big heavy cars (gas was bad but safety was good) we learned how things were around the world but worried about “our home”. Things were hard too, but not as hard as today. Back then a homeless person chose to be homeless (hobos) back then the church was a place to worship and chat with friends. Back then if I needed food and you were having dinner you would invite me in. Today we all think of “me” first, even before our kids. You can try to deny it but think about things you eat, drink, say, or do that you don’t let your kids do, say, or have. Believe it or not, the “beast” is greed and we all have it but some fight it. Can we rise up and fight together against this beast? It all starts with you. Can you help others? Will you help other? Do you want to help others? I told you this was going to be long. I’ll end it soon. I remember when I was having a hard time (I still am) and I thought, “what if I ask people to donate money to me I can pay the rent.” Then I thought “yeah, steeling money from people good job” now I just give up and move on to other problems like helping the animals, and people who have “no voice”. Which is what I’m doing on my blog. Trying to help people open their eyes to what’s going on around them. See all the things that are wrong and hopefully make them right. See I’m done. One more thing, my name, Michael means:

"Who is like God", "Like unto God", "Who is like the Divine"

Not that it matters, it's just something a friend and I were talking about.

Thank you for reading "Me, myself, and I"

Hope you keep reading my blog

remember to take care of the animals and help each other

Bye for now

Your friend

Mike