Posts Tagged ‘Atlanta’

Not Ashamed to Share to How I Will Vote

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I have never used social media to broadcast how I would vote. Yet, this year’s General Election Ballot has an unusual magnetism, compelling me to enlist others in voting for the only right choice.

It is not what you think. The presidential election has overwhelmingly garnered our attention. However, in the State of Georgia there will be one final item at the end of the ballot on which you must act. Even if you don’t want to go to the polls to cast a vote for a presidential candidate, this one issue will provide the motivation to once again earn your “I’m a Georgia Voter” sticker.

If you continue through your ballot past the presidential candidates to the end, this is what you will read:

“Shall the Constitution of Georgia be amended to allow additional penalties for criminal cases in which a person is adjudged guilty of keeping a place of prostitution, pimping, pandering, pandering by compulsion, solicitation of sodomy, masturbation for hire, trafficking of persons for sexual servitude, or sexual exploitation of children and to allow assessments on adult entertainment establishments to fund the Safe Harbor for Sexually Exploited Children Fund to pay for care and rehabilitative and social services for individuals in this state who have been or may be sexually exploited.”

The answer—the bipartisan answer—is YES.

Why YES?

Children who have been trafficked often suffer from debilitating suicidal thoughts, broken relationship, physical abuse, malnutrition and severe shame and psychological damage. The cost of recovery for just one child can be as much as $80,000 a year.  Voting YES Continue reading

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What Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Would Like About the Atlanta Falcons

I would much rather be spending my day off for the MLK holiday writing about the victorious Atlanta Falcons going to the Super Bowl. Yet, some guy in San Francisco gets the honor of praising his 49ers. We here in Atlanta have succumbed to another post season loss; our hopes of being in the Big Game now gone with the wind. It hurts. Yet, thankfully, football wasn’t the only momentous happening taking place in the Georgia Dome yesterday.

As the nation remembers Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. this weekend, we do have hope. Not of football, but of his Dream. If we could have brought Dr. King back and taken him to only one place with the hopes of showing him the realization of his Dream, the best seat just might have been in the Georgia Dome for the NFL’s NFC Championship Game.  Today, almost 40 years after Dr. King gave one of the most noted speeches of the 20th century, there are aspects of the dream being exhibited—and the Falcons Game Day provides one of the best displays.

The Atlanta Falcons were the host team; Atlanta the host city. As the nation’s NFL football fans tuned into to watch the NFC Championship Game, something special was taking place among the 72,000 gathered in the south’s largest city. It wasn’t the record-breaking volume produced by enthusiastic fans. It wasn’t that this was the biggest home game the Falcons had ever played. It wasn’t a  Continue reading

Today, at age 50, I Ran My First Marathon

The day I turned 50 is not a day that holds pleasant memories. I didn’t like it. As I wallowed in my self-pity and misery I contemplated several personal goals. One—run a marathon. Yes, I told myself that this would be the year I would take this fat old body and chug it over 26.2 miles. Could I ever do it? Continue reading

Saying Goodbye to My Running Partners

Perhaps I get into my running shoes a little too much. My cat’s name is Mizuno—my brand of running shoes. I love my Mizuno running shoes. Every pair has given me great satisfaction. The end of the run for each pair, however, is an end of an era. “Era” is a good word; for the length of time it takes me to run through a pair of shoes can be quite long.

This past weekend I ran the ING Georgia Half Marathon. It wasn’t my last run, but it was my last run in my Mizuno Wave Rider 12s. They served me well for over 300 miles. This race was their swan song—a fitting accomplishment for me and my laced friends. I, in those shoes, have some memories: Some good, some not so good, and some unique. Yet, they are memories.

One of the most interesting moments came one morning while I was running along Dogwood Road in Snellville, Georgia. I had run Continue reading