You'll never know

What a person say/write,is different than what a person does ,are two different things. I may come on here a play as a fool/jerk (which is ok for me)but ,just because I don't blog about something deep or of important , makes me any lesser of a person in this site. If I was to blog about meeting up with a lady for awhile ,(but embellish the story with humor) as oppose to saying that I volunteer my time at a nursing home and frequently find myself chatting with elderly ladies, does that makes the story any less true ,and leaves you be leaving that I'm an actual jerk I play to be? Who I really am in person is different than who most of us portray online! It has been said ,that I hit and run on the blogs , I dislike arguing , so I let be,but what some don't understand is that I work 10hrs a day, plus volunteer 4hrs of my time helping at the nursing home, so do be patient with me if I'm not here often . As I watch and interact with the elderly , I learned one true thing , money doesn't truly matters,I've been bribed with gold and money ,just to spend more time there ,cause there family forgotten about them ,but that's not what I learned , I learned that as you get older, having family and friends around are more important than any amount of money. So maybe I'm not on here beating you all down with mind boggling blogs, instead I bring my warped sense of humor as played by a jerk , don't go be leaving my portrayal ;)

You'll never know, that when I was7yrs old and lived in Houston 3rd ward(which was and is ) predominate by blacks community, that for the four months, we were awaken to find racial picket signs stuck in our yard. We understood , they thought we were white, tell we finally had enough and told them what race we were! At 7yrs olds, I seen my first dead body which the train decapitated the young man . At 7yrs old , leaving in Houston , walking with my brothers one night around the corner ,we were shot at from three car length , not for money, but for groceries .As I tried to hide under the car, I was discovered, and focus on the barrel, and thought about my toy plastic train that my brother and I loved, and I accepted what was going to happen next , and felt the bag ripped from hands, and seen the bottom of his feet as he ran away. You'll never know that portraying a jerk has kept me alive so far, so excuse my humor which portrays me as a jerk LK