James E. Reese
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No Regrets
No Regrets By James Reese I was home getting ready to celebrate my day when they showed up. They asked me to pack my bags it was time to go. I did as I was told and within minutes I was whisked away from my home to an undisclosed location in Columbus. Come that morning I was sworn into the US Navy as a reservist at first . . . it was something I needed to develop. I was a ward of the state with no father figure to guide me, but thanks to my great aunt who took me in and raised me, she gave me a choice of paths to choose from. Either go right which was a path that led to no good just like my cousins who ended up in jail, or I could have gone to the left and ended up six feet under. I however chose to stay on the straight and narrow path that led me to become the first in my immediate family to go to college. I sadly admit that I got kicked out for not asking for help, knowing that I would need it. I returned home to work and saved my money to return . . . I refused to give up. Did I regret it? No.
By James E. Reese3 years ago in Serve
A House Betrayed
Columbus, Ohio Spring 2017 The day was extremely hot and humid one for this time of year. However, that didn't stop the tens of thousands of people who gathered outside of the historic Ohio Stadium. They came from nearby and afar not for a football game mind you, but to witness love ones graduate from the famed Ohio State University. One of those graduating sat hidden amongst the thousands of other graduates. A stunning brunette whose exceptionally bright and highly intelligent young woman. Her physique looked as if a sculptor carved out of marble, but if was from the countless hours she spent at the gym when she wasn’t studying. Charlotte-Jacques Reis her given name, but those who knew her called her Charlie. She glanced up at the podium where Dr. M. K. Samuels stood. She was the first Black-American woman to be named president of the university.
By James E. Reese3 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book It was a late summer evening out a couple of weeks before fall. The sun had begun to set over the city. The sky was a bright magenta hue that spread across Albuquerque. The civic plaza downtown was a buzz with life. People had gathered around to listen to a local mariachi band playing traditional Mexican music which they danced to. They mingled about the dozen or so food trucks teasing their taste buds with great food that they chased down with whatever drink they could find. A young woman on her way to work mulled about the plaza in a daze to the music, dancing, and all-around cheerfulness under the magnificent sunset. For the moment, her mind was on her problems. "How am I going to pay for my last year of college," she thought to herself? She went by the name of Italia Germain. She was early to work so she decided to hangout in the nearby alley. Italia stumbled over something while walking down the alley. As she caught herself, she spotted a dingy backpack.
By James E. Reese3 years ago in Motivation