Life Notes

Shawn Caron 4/9/2018 Man it feels so good to be back writing my thoughts once again. It’s been a while , with school kicking my butt once again. But I’d like to pen down some conclusive thoughts as it marks the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s assassination. First, it’s only been 50 years. My parents were alive when this man hanged the nation, and only 50 years since someone with such hatred in their heart decided to end this mans life. Now I know he may not have been the best person to discuss in terms of race and social issues, but no ones perfect. I have been told that I have some of his qualities, which honestly scared me at the time, because obviously he didn’t live to see his dream for our nation come to fruit. But as I watch more of him and Malcolm, Ali, and some of my all time favorite African-American leaders, one thing they didn’t have is fear. They were calm in their spiritual and mental approach, understanding the risks that their messages took on the worl

                                 No More Sides: Comfortable in my Own Skin Before I dive into this blog, I have to apologize for the time period between my last post and this one. School's just killing me this semester, and I had to make sure I focused on doing well to get my life back on track. This post is very transparent and personal, and as I get my thoughts onto paper, I hve to say this will be my hardest one so far.  This post has been through 3 years of hard research and hard talks with wise people, 20 years of life experience as a young black man and as a Christian. The three photos are of some of the more important people in my life. My best friend, whom I've known forever, my adoptive family, and some of my biological relatives who I met a couple of years ago. These people have helped me in my journey the most, to becoming who I am today, and making it okay for me to be comfortable in my own skin. My battle with race begun since I

Mother of all Days  Welcome back to another day of LifeNotes, if you haven't read my intro blog to it all, please do!! Now, I hope everyone is enjoying their Mother's Day. But before I get into it, I would like to shoutout all the mothers in the world, whether your a current one or future one, thank you guys because the world truly would be a different place without you guys. Mother's Day is a beautiful holiday, where we celebrate the hard work and dedication that our moms give to their families and their children. Mother's Day is also one of the hardest days for me personally, and I will get into it later. But walking into church, seeing the joy on some mothers faces when they hug their children at the end of service, and the constant love that they continue to pour onto their children truly puts a smile on my face, and churns up some memories as well. As you probably can tell, I am adopted, so the idea of mother and fatherhood is a very difficult d

Quiet Soul  I'm not much of a talker, I guess you can consider me a quiet person, sometimes stretches that borderline mute. It's not that I can't talk, honestly I just choose not to. For the longest time I would be very reluctant to read my stories and poems whenever I had an English or Language Arts class. Growing up I had aspergers, which is a social and mental condition that also made me have speech disorders and delays. I would feel embarrassed as I constantly fumbled up words and switched up sentences, clearly knowing what I was talking about. Whether I did either or, or both errors, I would be ashamed and then my classmates would then make fun of me, making faces and jokes and my teacher would cringe. Angry and hurt, those feelings would cause me to become quiet, burying those thoughts and feelings into my heart, and eventually, into my soul. Whenever there was a "popcorn" situation,  I would quickly say my sentence and popcorn to another clas