Why label?

So recently in my blog feed I saw this title and to be honest I began to feel some type of way. Not because of the heriom of this lady as she risked her life to save many children, but because I don’t understand why it had to be titled as such. I don’t quite get why the reader has to be enlighten on the race of this person. Why does it matter what color she was? Isn’t what’s most important is that children were saved and another human being helped them? 

Daily in this country people feel the need to put labels on people. In my opinion that is why there is so much division amomgest us. Did the author label this as such to let the readers know that not all black people are bad and that there are some really good caring ones out there? Who knows, but sometimes I wish we could be blindfolded and see no color, just another human being. I bet then racism, hatred and labels would quickly be a second thought. With blindfolds no one will think they are better than the next because we would need to depend on each other to make it in this life. 

This post is not to tell anyone to deny their heritage, but why so many labels? Job and college applications have gotten to be way too much. We’re all human. All of our blood is red. We we’re all born and we are all gonna die one day. If any label should had been placed on this lady it simply should had be hero! Or how about simply giving her honor by saying her name in the title and not her race.

But those are just my thoughts…



Wow, just typing those words sent chills down my spine. How can someone say they HATE another person? I totally get not liking a certain behavior of a person or an annoying habit a person has. But, to say you hate someone is a bit too much for me.

Racism is been around forever and I can’t see it going anywhere until Jesus returns. Trust me, I’m not being negative, I’m being real. God gave us free will, dominion over this earth and an let’s not forget about the prince of darkness who roams the earth. This is why in my opinion racism and hate will not ever completely go away no matter how hard we pray, fast, rally, sing songs, make videos or protest.

Although I’ve been blessed to have never experienced racism, I’ve personally accepted it not ever leaving this earth as a fact. Its unfortunate, but it’s true. This is my opinion.

It’s so mind blowing to me how although we are all human, we put our clothes on one leg or arm at a time, we all have two ears, eyes, one nose and our blood is red, that their is so much hatred and jealousy in the world. Where’s the love people?

I do appreciate all those trail blazers who have and are making a difference in the world. We have come a mighty long way because of their efforts, blood, sweat, prayers, tears and many of their lives. I give honor to them because of what they’ve done and what others are trying to do. But, hatred of another for no valid reason will always persist.

I am a Christian, thus I have learned through my walk with Christ to love others regardless. Honestly, even if I wasn’t a Christian I would still love. People will always be people, so I personally try to pick wisely the ones I want on my circle of trust regardless of race of religion.

With love there is also forgiveness, something many people need to work on. I get forgiveness is a hard thing to do at times, but it must be done in order for healing to take place. Forgiveness is the glue that will hold any relationship together.

Yes, I’ve been hurt by people, but I don’t hate anyone. I’ve made a choice to forgive and walk in love. My prayer is that more people would walk in love and not hate. We actually have more in common with each other than we really think.

Just my thoughts…Adrian

Wanna Play?


Yesterday I took my boys to the park. As I sat in my car and watched them play, (because I hate bugs) I marvelled at how young kids just wanna play with each other regardless of age, gender or race. There my boys were playing with their ball when they noticed another boy there alone and invited him to join their game. Without any prejudices each child tossed the ball to one other.

That made me think, as we age when do we stop just wanting to be nice and friendly to a stranger? When was the last time we saw someone sitting alone and we invited them over to converse? At what age did we as a culture begin to define people by the color of their skin?

In my house I don’t teach “race” per say, but my boys know that they are considered “black” by the world’s definition. It always amused me when they define themselves as “brown.” Well, they are actually right to some degree. Their skin tone is brown, not black.

I love the innocence of children. If they have a toy, they will share. If they have a joke, regardless of how gross it may be, they share it. If they are at a birthday party they make up games to play, while the parents sit with their cell phones in their hands being unsocialable. (That’s a whole different blog I will write about later!)

If only us adults could have the heart as young children. If only we could be like that again, being that we were young once before. I wonder how different the world would be.

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