Jefferey A Ayers
Bio
I am an aspiring writer who was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. I joined vocal out of desire, and curiosity. This will be the first time I have put my writing out in the public, and I look forward to hearing what you all think.
Stories (15/0)
A Dream
I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I entered a room: my room, I believe. I walked into it with a sense of certainty and familiarity, knew where everything was, where everything was supposed to be. I could feel the comfort you get in a space that belongs to you and you alone. I set the keys that I do not own on a desk that I have not seen in my waking hours, felt my toes brush against an unfamiliar carpet, and took steps into a strange space that knew as if I had lived there long enough to memorize every step; however, there was one thing out of place. There was a woman in my bed, a woman whom I had known, but no longer belonged there, one who rested at ease as if this space in my own mind was hers, and I was just the visitor.
By Jefferey A Ayers2 years ago in Poets
To Serve
What does it mean to serve? Is it any act that benefits others? Is it taking time to give, ignoring the personal gain? Is it to deliver something? Or, is it something more? As an AmeriCorps member, I am constantly challenged to restructure my perspective on the concept of service. When I joined, it was implied that just by being a member, I would be serving a community. As time went on, I was encouraged to engage further in my service. I work with at-risk youth. I talk to them about success and character. I help them set goals. I play sports, watch movies, and even garden with them. My service is to be there; everything else is my reward. When it came time to team up with the other members and to commit to a day of service in remembrance of Martin Luther King Jr. on his birthday, I got a firm reminder of the reciprocity of the emotional rewards that accompany servitude.
By Jefferey A Ayers2 years ago in Humans