Too Close to Call: How I overcomed obstacles to self-publish this book and the winning in the sport of life, so far. 

7:43 AM 12/29/2024

A little note: Why I feared writing in High School.

I thought my opinions where not accepted or appropriate.  My work was put down by my freshman English Teacher. Who lambasted me over reading GamePro Magazine. Indirectly, that magazine is what attribute to my ability to write this book and all other works.  But I went through High school just barely making it in English and everything else. Except gym where I had a strategic advantage. When Senior year came around we had to run outside. I was the one who could run laps around everyone.  They were busy indoors getting a diploma. I on the other hand skipped classes and played basketball all afternoon. Skipping lunch I built fortitude. Finally, coming to the end of my Senior year spring term they loaded me up with 5 English classes in an effort to fail me and force me to drop out. I ended up getting above 80 grades on the English regents. The moral of this story doesn’t listen to the naysayers. You can make it. I am a testament to patience and perseverance. If I can do it. So can you. 

With high hopes,

M.L. Hussain/–/

Accomplished person of society and the maker of a meaningful contribution to my world. 

A Remembrance of a life fought hard: Carl Kenneth Lipscombe, A friend. 

A remembrance of life fought hard

Carl Kenneth Lipscombe

A friend. I first met carl on a random leadership retreat at Brooklyn college in some snowy mountains in 2000 winter recess.  We became fast friends and I still remember we played board games while everyone else was goofing off.  I guessed snapdragon for the Pictionary card. And he was surprise*d. Later in the retreat I spoke up as an individual about leadership or rights or freedoms or something. And people began to take notice.  Little did I know that Carl was going to win the student government presidency of Brooklyn College. As we chatted on the bus back to Brooklyn I parted ways. And said I wish you the best I will probably never see you again.  The next day I was sitting in USL’s office talking politics and hanging out. Carl gave me my first political assignment to sit on government operations committee on–CLAS Student government assembly. We had to prepare for elections. No prep. No Exp. Just a will to learn.  He was our floor leader and orchestrated one political goodwill plan after another.  He was versed in Robert rules or order.  I was out of my league.  But I got the political fever. I stood with my party and we won that election. I served the party as Chair that year and was slated to be the front-runner candidate for the presidency.  But alas things don’t turn out as you wish but according to God’s plan. While Chair, I served as his Chief-of-Staff for his administration. It was for free and fun. It was the best fun I had in politics. We honed our craft. Built each other up and fought some easy and hard fights. I just remember hearing myself saying I’m just a remember saying to Carl, my friend, I’m just a randomguy. And he said mohammed in a sheepish and relaxed grin… you really are a randomguy.  Carl was always extraordinary.  As he self-labeled his persona. But to me he was a friend. He showed me the way. I refined it. But if it wasn’t for God bringing this good Samaritan in my life. And guide me in my first ever bible study who knows where I would be today.  My third brother. Carl I wish you peace in heaven and I remember you.  I’m sorry life is unexpected. In dedication, I have decided to step forward and lead. Not as others but as myself. Exemplary of success. Absent of ambition. And compounded with love. Love is my north store. Shining beacon on the hill.  Let us all remember carl for life without a good friend or two is life short of god’s best. In closing, I hope you too have the courage to lead, understudy someone and see the hope of the future in another. I know he did. And I do.

Introduction:

I started my political journey when I was four years old on the shoulders on my father and going into the election booth in Ps. 346 in Starrett City and ticked down for a second term for President Ronald Regan. The greatest president of my generation.

The war on Aids. Say No to Drugs. And a rendezvous with Destiny. 

We tore down that wall Mr. Gorbachev.  The Berlin Wall fell. And an amazing balancing act of budgets of increasing domestic spending and tax cuts. The story I remember is YouTube dot com video where we discussed his intention to run for the Presidency from California Governors home. Where he talked about his father being so poor he couldn’t afford Christmas gifts. It was a sad day for America.  But it taught him a valuable lesson.  To help others. 

That was the headline in 2024 Presidential election. Across all mainstream media stations.

I am here to talk about the most undemocratic election in the modern history of the United States of America. Since Nixon and Kennedy.  

It was a time of political upheaval and forced to tenacity of the American Spirit. 

For the first time since (add Teddy v. hall) that we had politicians in charge.

What gives me the right to write this book America?

1. Writing is freedom of expression not media sensation. 

2. I started my political journey in the fall of 1993 where as a 7th grader I ran for Student Government President in my Middle School William Alexander 51 in Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York, USA. I lost so badly that I never ran until college. In High School I avoided everything, Except basketball and videogames. In High school I developed my ethics and moral identity in the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture, Youth of Ethical Societies group.  I took no titles but had lots of influence. That’s where I put into practice the values that shaped my life. This book is a layout of who I am. Because it’s as important as what I do.

I loved science. I wanted to study science. Even though that dream was dashed by failing freshman honors Biology and Math and got kicked off the Math team. Politics. Maybe it’s my Name. Mohammed. Lodhi. Hussain. Mohammed Lodhi Hussain. That name that has been a strange name for me.  I could have been named James or John.  But that name has toughened me up. 

I owe a lot of my love of the natural world from my mom. In my day, we would hang out around spring creek. Exploring like boys looking for adventure. Adventure that was a joy that I long for every now and then.

Starrett city: Early Learning.

I played doctor as a little toddler giving heart checkups and Saint Joseph Aspirin to kids in early learning. 

Montessori of New York.

No Catholic school would take me. But the Principal Mrs. Singha was a Godsent.  She loved me. I was nurtured in Montessori to grow in an accelerated learning environment 

I was looking to make friends and I took a chance. I had a good experience with leadership retreats in YES group. So, I said whatever let me give it a shot. The frats and sororities wanted me in. But I delayed. I joined everything else accept the Greeks. I don’t know why.  

I did meet the team Carl, Tamara and Chris. The guys were the core and Tamara was an orbital self-proclaimed social butterfly of Brooklyn College. She reminded me of my mother. I told her as much. 

The trip challenged my physical and intellectual limits. I took the Myers-Briggs test.  I could care less. But others were competing and checking my arm muscles that I built during the last year of weight room training in High School. 

On one snowy covered ground. we had a huge person-sized roll to get over between two trees. it took team effort to get everyone across.  Not the brightest event. 

The art is to speak up to make a presence. Once you’re a dominant and the best of the best. You have no fear. 

I took that same lesson to CUNY University Student Senate where I stood up to the CUNY Chancellor with hard-hitting questions. And won. 

If I can teach one secret to life is to read the bible and memorize the part Proverbs 28:1:1 “…Be bold as a lion.”  I instill this lesson into myself to win every battle.  I might lose temporary but eventually I win.  Just give it time.  God and me are a Majority.  I have made a million mistakes. But I am undeterred.  Failure is the only option in the pursuit of success.

I struck out in college thousands of voters over the 4 years of campaigning.  But I got enough votes to be one of the top vote getters up or down the ballot. People liked voting for me. I imagined myself like Kobe Bryant hitting fadeaways on political defenders who surrounded me like political velociraptors trying to keep me busy from winning the election. 

My ace in the hole. bcusl dot com. I put the teachers evaluations on there and that swung the election.  But the election really turned on the fact that the opposition made a moral and ethical error. bccore dot com paid for with student government and student activity fees was used to shameful means.  I walked off the campaign when I heard that my party tried to ruin another candidate’s life and career. It’s low level politics and as the party’s candidate I knew this fall on me. I bared it. for 20 years. But here I am to set the record straight. I rather lose and everyone knows that. I walked away from Brooklyn College at the top and embarrassed. The stress, Psoraisis and total humiliation I endured would make another student crack. 

Instead, I found it liberating. I had no longer had to associate with these lowlifes. Who threw me under the bus.  The funny thing about life. You get what you give. The universe takes an accounting and eventually as fast as the lies travels than the truth.  The truth catches up and cracks like a grand slam homer in the bottom of the ninth with trailing buy a few runs. Heartbreaking to those involved. Who profited on my back. 

Regardless. There, so called achievements are null and void.

I built the first political website of Brooklyn College bsusl dot com. 

BMCC: Starting out.

Brooklyn College: Second Chances.

Some observations on why the Democrats lost:

1. No Democratic process for the nomination

2. The borderless Blueless wall.

3. old ideas don’t work in new challenges.

4. Look at data sets.

5. referencing my own data!

6.Lame duck Presidency?

7. House. Senate. Presidency. Sweep. Threepeat. 

8. All states are battleground states this cycle 2024.

9. Now all states are in play.

10. By points and county and stories.

11. Media confusion.

12. Not this November.

13. Democratic independents swung the election. 

I am a great social critic

171 and Democrats Election night choking. 

The democrats choked in 2024 by their own doing. Kamala and the democratic party lost the election because their identity party caucusing on election season fell apart.  They never mobilized. Wo-bama, Kamala, never amounted too much and they kicked Joe to the side and circumvented the electoral process. Kamala could not win a primary if it was handed to her. And it was.  There was an undercutting by Joe and family about the betrayal under Obama and Democratic Socialists. They promote bias towards agism.  Age builds wisdom. Youth create foolishness. Unless both are taking a new and risk taking adventures.  

Kamala, betting on the midterms, campaigned on the Women’s vote for abortion.  And all the pundits are wrong yet are still on the payrolls because they are pundits. These pundits never saw that the democracy was on the line. 

Identity politics also drove white male voters from Generation X and younger to the polls. They took offense to the comments of deplorables… 

The use of Color politics by democrats have backfired because of Joe’s policies. Breaking family. Breaking the economy. Breaking the American Backbone. That color politics shows that Democrats forced black young males were forced into family court for child support. So, why would they vote for democrats. 

Ironically, Democrats have no answer for a guy like me.  I am only speaking the truth. Like Ripley’s Believe it or not.

Trump was a wild card. His ability to capitalize on marketing and selling the idea to America. The famous picture.  With hand clinched in the air in PA. Has turned the election on the point. 

Trump was able to rally the poor and middle-class against democratic elitists. Trump supporters sought to, not unlike the tea party during the Obama years, to take back government. 

There is a Jason Aldean Music Video entitled “try that in a small town.” that brought national attention to fruition for social media. 

The role of social media in swinging this election. Twitter more than anything swung this election. Even I tried many ambitious bids to launch a presidential campaign on twitter. That is the future, today.

I think America and for profit politics K street politics will be lodged in American society. Because of our capitalist values and founders philosophy.  

Every pundit said blue wall this and that.  They were playing by last election cycles playbook.  What they don’t understand. Or have time to reflect on is that politics is like the seasons of life. The ebb and flow into each other Summer into fall into winter in to spring and repeat. Remember, every season is unique. Just like you. You are unique. I feel we have self-compartmentalized our lives. Into silos of work, friends and family and things. Things seem to take more important than relationships and we wonder why relationships shatter and divorces happen. 

By the end of life, most of us will be poor. Especially, worth loathing is the decrepit in old age who lost all his loved ones and the rich who were cheap and stingy with their purse and heart. And when Jesus’s parable on A rich man reaching heaven is harder than a camel going through the eye of a sewing needle. They mock.  Not impossible. Not probable either. 

The cities long overrun with crime and money pits for burning cash with ashes left. Have been failed policy for America. The cities, dirty and polluted, crime engulfed, and expensive and exceedingly boring.  The longer you live you in the inner city you realize its tradeoffs get worse and worse. 

Worse access to social services and no jobs. One must work multiple jobs to satisfy basic things like rent and utilities, food and shelter.  Where the local, state and federal governments have failed to support the citizens of their principality.  They have chosen illegal immigrants that perpetrate violent crime across the nation.  And what people want is results. I suggest, action, break a law, if it tries to break your back. Laws are for order not ordained. 

The failed policies across the nation have led to bloated governments for patronage sake. to finance the new bureaucratic electorate. These are voters who work in government. Have access and commit crimes only to be discovered decades later.  

This level of corruption is the purpose of this book.  This book is a referendum read and memoir on the current state of things as I see them.  It’s limited to my understandings. With the loss of Laken Hope Riley, we see a national outcry for cleaning up a system that encourages crime, corruption and criminality.  Criminal minds and profiteers have joined forces to dismantle this generations last bastion of hope. 

I wouldn’t the change in Presidency on Jan 20, 2025 will be transformational.  Yet, they have their flaws. 

There is no perfect government. Not as a discouraging commentary.  But as a stimulating striving goal worth achieving. Either way we are the best nation in the history of the world. And the evidence is tantamount. We have endured and thrived and envied by the world. At its worst, America, is the world’s best hope for humanity.  The things achieved here are unparalleled in the history of human events.  Considering the swift speed that the divine hand of God’s Providence has provided.  

The land of ultra pasteurized milk and honey buns.  Where everyone can get a hot meal in school. Education is free. Opportunity is everywhere. We just have to look in our own backyard of life to see that we are better off than the rest of the world.

3**

When I went to college in China.  I consider it now my first independent study aboard diplomatic trip overseas. The piracy, the poverty and hygiene were dispelling. As much as those are my most cherished memories in the summer of 2004.  Playing basketball onto of Huang sham or yellow mountains was unbelievable and awe inspiring. I also the extent to poverty.

When I came back and was older I saw those same industrious type elderly Asians on morphine drips in doctor’s offices because the pain of getting what you want is worse than striving to reach it.  Money as a goal is a fleeting concept.  It enslaves you.  

I have always money as a tool to help others.  I have always thought that excellent customer service supersedes intimidation or monopolies. The best way to take down a monopoly is to give excellent customer service and listen to the customer. They will be flabbergasted by that approach and be thrown like bobby fisher in the winning the greatest chess match upset in history.  The riskier bet is always the right one as long its hedged against the popular opinion. 

Where do we go from here:

1. Take democracy in your own hands.

2. Electoral counties and states. %

3. Put democracy back into the democratic process. 

4. How to retake the congress and courts. 

5. How to win the 2028 presidency a Kids McDonalds meal map for Democrats. %

6. Democrats seem to take the safest route and it always backfires. 

7. Go with a bold and new candidate with inspirationally as its virtue. 

8. You can’t offend your electorate and expect to guilt them into voting for you.

9. good policy is good politics and leads to good voters.

10. Losing is the best thing that can happen to the democratic party. 

11. I will challenge in every 50 states for DNC chair and team.

12. The social, economic and political dynamics of the cities, suburbs and rural areas. 

13. Poor candidates. Kamala Harris never received on electoral vote or a vote for presidency.

The Secret to my success: Study heroics a 1980s kid

Achievement or what! I grew up on a renaissance in American society. The country was improving. enriching. Then Clinton ushered in an anti-growth agenda that sought to destroy mom and pop and small businesses in the cities and usher in an era of big for profit dead economic zones that took money out of the community, filed bankruptcy and spread my wealth to their shareholders. 

The reason I am who I am is because of the sacrifices others have made for me. My mother. My first line of defense against an abusive and self-destructive father. Who ran away from home more times than the local feral cat in your neighborhood. I defended and fought off my father and won. By seven years old I put him in jail multiple times. No apologizes. He would beat us. It was survival. I really don’t understand what precepted these bouts of chaos. It started happening after the birth of my little brother.  My brother are polar opposites. He grew up poor and grew up with a silver spoon in his pocket. However, he got the better deal if he looked closely. He grew up loved. I grew up in a mostly cold, isolated world of success and hard work. 

From the time I was in the womb my mom worked in America. Coming from Lahore, Pakistan that’s a big thing.  She rests on her on own laurates.  She has 4 bachelors. An overachiever but that’s a mental illness.  When is enough, enough.  She kept pushing until she and her marriage broke. It was a devastating loss. But I was prepared to weather the storms.  I had enough experience and gumption to know what to do.  I had the ideas of a plan in my mind and went about dot exe that plan’s mental memory file into my own real world application of life. 

My father also had mental illness.  There is nothing you can do about it. He died of Acute Myeloid leukemia before the Coronavirus vaccine was being distributed. It was sad, really. If he would take his medicine he would have died in peace.  His alienation of everyone forced his demise. he did live at 80 plus. Since, most 

Mohammed L Hussain Autobiography

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

10:30 PM

12:11 AM

Preface

All thanks go to O’ God for giving me the power to turn symbols into meanings.

Tell stories with impact and the truth.  You will capture and captivate many readers.

So, it all started in November 27, 1981.  

I was born.

51’s

I went through a process of discovery.  How to deal with the scholar in elementary private Montessori Academy of New York then P.S. 39 and then middle school 5.1. I enjoyed my friends but many have moved on… Sam Nazario, Andrew Palagi and Neal and Edwin.  It was then that I started honing my basketball skills.  As a beginner playing with people better than me.

One time in the summer, I saw Vanessa Perez from PRY watching the basketball players in a white skirt. Cool and nice. She never talked to anyone. Just stood on the steps.

I got a pen and pencil monographed gift from the principle about doing the Reading is Fundamental RIF program.  I was the only one in the program.

Clarkson growing up

I was a born salesman.  I sold all the health and beauty aids in my family pharmacy and medical center business.  My father sat there outside with the New York Times unfolded reading the paper.  I could sell anything.

My mom recalls a story which I gave saint joseph aspirin to my early learning classmates and told them that I was a doctor and this will help.  I still laugh about it today.

I remember the 7 years of loneliness I felt in school. In Montessori I went early and came back late for dinner with homework done in school. Sitting in the darkened hallways of Mrs. Singha’s school was difficult.  My mom had to work to put food on the table for us.  She took me to Nostrand, and I rested a bit and she drove me back to our apartment in Starrett city 13H.  I don’t like that number.

I got into a fight once with a water vase that got shattered by a bunch of pricks.  He kicked me but I kept coming.  I didn’t care.  I was going to fight.

I got that fighting spirit from my tough and loving mom. Nosheen H. Hussain.  She survived and thrived in Pakistan.  With arranged marriage and a plane ticket to America she was on her way.  She was RH- and my Biological Father was the right blood-type for her otherwise she couldn’t get pregnant.

I was born at Beekman Hospital in Manhattan. November 27, 1981 after 8pm.

(Maybe I will make up a fictional land and tell the story)

This is a real story about monsters and angels fighting an eternal battle. 

Ali’s birth

The happiest day of my life was the birth of my new baby brother ali.  He was a pure almond white baby with thick black hair.

I remember spending my high school years being a model student the first year and failing math and biology.  Later in college I would continue my love of biology with advanced courses with almost a B.S. in Biology. I graduated with a B.A. in Political Science.  And a B average.

The most difficult part.  After College life didn’t get easier.  But I started a gym membership while interning at a law association.  Not closer to my dream of Law school. Or Better yet Carl Lipscombe’s dream of becoming a lawyer. Still, I persisted for the better part of 7 years drifting along.  

The best thing about those 7 years is my training at the park slope New York Sports Club.  I trained under Izzy Gonzalez.  He is the first one to reintroduce me to the martial arts. He invited me casually to a new class he was starting on Wednesdays at 6pm in the studio.  It happened to be a kickboxing High intensity interval training class.  I said, yes! And the rest is history for almost 7 years I never missed a class. Caught a cold or delayed my training.  I started slowly with a commitment to be loyal to my sensei or instructor. I studied the basics and made excel-type spread sheets on google docs and started reviewing my lessons.  I dropped all the weight without knowing it.  I studied jab, cross, hook and uppercut. Front kicks, knees and elbows. Ground and pounds.

I branched out later to Yoga, Pilates, abs and dance.  But the core focus was martial arts.  I took later in life, tai chi, wing chun and aikido to name a few.  But nothing brought out the best in my life that kickboxing class. One day at Tae Kwon Do. 

I don’t have that drive now.  But I am watching my weight. 

I always had a weight problem after moving to park slope.  I also had dermatitis in the scalp.  It was embarrassing but manageable. 

Later on in College I would acquire Psoriasis and my world would be turned upside down. All part of O God’s plan.

In College, I struggled academically, but As I went on a leadership retreat I met USL.  I played basketball one night with them I was a natural leader.  I facilitated and dictated the offense as only a street baller could.  The years on the playground have brought me many years of joy.  My career is over now. But what potential.

How long is it going to be? As long as it needs to be.

I lost my very first election at William Alexander 51.  Middle school 7th grade was a change for me.  I was soundly defeated in that early race.  We had the flyers and ali and noshi helped me.

I never lost an election because of the Grace of O’ God who directed my steps.  The Lord also ended my political career.

I learned a valuable lesson. All politics is local. That means that you have to win each voter one at a time.  I was building a dream team in college, but it all went downhill.  Don’t dwell on the mistakes of the past.  The holy spirit of truth convicted me and I never made the same mistake twice. 

Tell stories

I was an excellent storyteller. I told stories to everyone. Just reliving my past.  As a boy life was an adventure. 

I hitchhiked across the belt parkway under DJ’s leadership to save a couple of bucks to buy videogames from electronic boutique for my given game gear from one of my father’s employees.  Shinobi was an excellent game. 

I remember saying DAMN in Montessori and I was crying that I cursed.  I remember that. I have now vowed not to curse anyone to the best of my ability.  I learned my lesson. I was deeply remorseful.

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

8:11 AM

So, I lived in my grandma’s apartment with me, my brother ali, and noshi 

Abbas Hayat Lodhi was studying to be a pharmacist and he stole my $600.00 the first day I met him.  He was a no good scoundrel. 

So, I spent my summers in Poconos growing up.  I didn’t like it.  And sometimes it was ok.  I got a pet rabbit that scratched me with its claws.  My father Mumtaz Hussain tied the rabbit to the building.  

I have a love of libraries. I grew up in them.  In Starrett city on the weekends I would walk to the library outside the city and buy a cheese hero sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes and a drink and some chips picking up the newspaper and going to the library to read books.  I never knew you could buy books. 

Psoriasis veered my life.

My father’s recurrent return my life was upsetting. 

I was a huge Teenage mutant ninja turtles fan.  I had many of the toys and enjoyed the cartoon.  I enjoyed eating their breakfast cereal.  It came with a turtle shaped food bowl. 

I never had cable in Starrett city.  He deprived us of music. He broke the record player, VCR and typewriter. 

I went to Islamic school as a kid. Maybe half a dozen.  I never fit in.  the teacher at one of them told me to open my hand and hit me with a ruler.  They are fools.

I used to go to mothi’s apartment to play Nintendo.  We played all the fun games. 

I used to go to DJ and Kevin’s apartment on the 4th floor to play genesis and I played altered beasts game. Co-op.

I used to collect cards and comics.

My mom used to collect stamps.

I almost drowned in the pool at Montessori Academy.  I was swimming.  I was a swimming prodigy.  And I started swimming and they started a raft race with me in the way.  All I can feel is the kicks on my head.  I bobbed in and out of the water.  I saw Mr. Zwern talking instead of watching me.  As I bobbed up and down in the water. I saw an underwater ladder and slowly underwater walked to it.  I step-by-step moved closer. I realized that if I am going to survive it is up to me. So, I pedaled forward. And when I finally got out of the water.  I had to wait to explain that I almost drowned.  I never want to go back. My parents were separating at the time and I knew I would never go back.  Even though they forced me. 

4th grade I only went to class 30 days. Ms. Lovell loved me.  5th grade was awful. Mr. Ferrara was a cheater. 

My father did domestic violence against me and my mother. I stood against him time and time again. 

I studied martial arts slowly in NYSC.  Kickboxing and Muay Thai and Ju jitsu. Later, I took dance and yoga and Pilates to strengthen up.  I learned to dance samba, salsa (YMCA), and hip hop.

I took dance lessons at dancesport in Columbus circle. It was hard.  Every class had me exasperated.  I felt great and was overwhelmed. But I loved it.  The waltz and foxtrot was awesome. I came to some night parties to learn to dance. 

I succeeded in Martial arts valor.  In the gym, I would compete with myself and I climbed to the top. 

In used to eat roti with aloo and chana in Nostrand. 

Mr. Capisino was a good friend and a better father figure than Mumtaz.  I would spend the day there.  He made me arrows for my bow. They didn’t really work. I started my love of archery then and there.

My high school Chemistry teacher told me I am full of potential. Compared me to tortoise and hare story.  I still remember spending lunch studying.  She kicked me out of class a couple of times.

I learned how to hit a fadeaway shot from a postup position. Just like Michael Jordan. 

Thursday, April 28, 2022

11:12 PM

Went to China for study aboard.  With so much energy.  I landed in Bei Jing international airport and had my China Frommer’s book with me.  I didn’t talk with anyone on the 12 hour plan ride from my group because I didn’t want to leave my seat.  I discovered the artic circle which we flew over.  That was cool.  

Landing in Bei Jing.  It was a polluted city. The air was hard to breathe.  We didn’t want to eat breakfast so we went to KFC. It was me DI Zhu and James.  We had a good time walking on the stairs ramp. That was the first time I had been to China as President of Student Government.  I my first diplomatic trip.  It was fun.

I played basketball all over China.  We were a good team.  I played point guard, di; shooting guard and fu played and James played center.  I facilitated as I always do and dropped a lot of pounds.  That was a fun summer. 

Mumtaz Hussain Died of Acute Myeloid Leukemia on January 31, 2021.  It was his time. 

I went to 8 cities in China. 

I brought the Olympics on campus. We had a raffle to get students a 100 gift card which someone stole for the raffle. Thieves…

Thank you to the Holy spirit that descended on my those many years ago at my birth and guided me to my destiny.

Nothing will stop my destiny. No man can stand in the way of God’s plan for your life.  I pray that it brings me closer to my family.

I spent 10 years only dating.  It was a waste of time.  Fool’s gold. Sex.  What a man wants.  Intimacy is what a man needs. 

Have patience with what they say.  I got tested in life many times.

I used to gobble flintstones vitamins and sustical drink for nutrition. I would eat mushroom pizza and soda, Aloo and chuna roti and soda and bagel and cream cheese and yoo-hoo and shrimp with broccoli every day working on the store.  It was fun.  I got to do what I wanted.  I was the boss. 

In the Clarkson pharmacy, I would go get medicine over the counter for patients. It was a fun time doing customer service and talking to the variety of people. 

In the Nostrand Pharmacy, I would climb the ladder to get shampoo.  Open up the hot wheels racing cars and play with them.  The transformers car and robot toys and play with them.  It upset Mumtaz.  I kept doing it.

In Montessori, Fridays was pizza at roma pizza with Ms. Kumar and I would tag along witb the older kids. 

Mrs. Singha loved me.  She showed me time and a caring heart.  With all my stories.

Ms. Mead loved me in 6th grade.  I ended up being one of her finest students.  I had a natural curiosity for life.  I wanted to learn computers, play dodgeball and have lunch with peanut butter and jelly with stale bread in a little cup.

Ms. Danielle Mead brought out the best in me.  I started school in October 1992.  When we moved to our grandparents house and uncle when my mom went to the hospital.  I wanted to help so badly.  I know I could.  They let me see her through a tiny glass door window with black thin lines that showed my mom walking on the floor.  My uncle did the talking.  What an asshole. 

Ms. Mead took us to field trips all the time.  To the Natural history museum, marvel comics and a pilgrim’s farm. We sang the national anthem on Friday assembly and we all had a great time.  There was a sex education movie one assembly that showed the sperm going into the tube and reaching the egg.  It was bizarre.  I never knew I had sperm.  Strange. 

I was on the math power hour by the other 6th grade teacher. Then physical fitness by Chrysler bailout CEO lee Iacocca fame for fitness participation.  

I won many awards in school. Most improved, math, science, all-star.  It was normal for me.  The year before I thought I never make it to college.  College, I asked. What is that?  I never knew what college was.

I joined miracle-gro program Hagedorn foundation to go to college and mine was ready to go.  They cheated me out of an education and slowed my progress.  I have to do better for my future generations.  My children and grandchildren.  It’s a miracle from God that I have made it this far. At miracle-gro Wendy Maragh and Edmundo Quinones were my main talkers. Belinda Passafaro less so.  I studied regents, used the computers and managed to avoid thugs. 

I ran my first campaign on nuts and bolts.  Not being organized in college and not knowing the rules.  I bowed out in shame for my poor showing.  I was announced and then I had to withdraw.  I went to the wrong people.  Don’t ever listen to Carl Lipscombe.  He’s a crook.

I helped Wesley paisley in the art group as treasurer. I did a boxes skyscraper drawings.  That was my contribution.  He used me. He’s a crook.

He used me as a ACA Vice-President to host a meeting for him while he dodged reporters. I gladly stood in. Let Wes explain his foolery. 

Crooked politicians and wannabe leaders.  

I was the alpha and the Omega when it came to studying politics.  I had a deep sense of political issues.  I had my ears tuned to the ground.

I was a highly analytical political local analyst.  I can take an issue and run with it.  The college decided to run an XF grading campaign.  I was opposed to punishing students with that grade.  They were milking federal dollars. They were in the business of taxing students.  There greed knew no limits.

I got my first speaking experience at ethical culture on Sunday platforms.  I would lead discussions.  I was a natural.  The sales speaking and schooling I had done so far had helped me out.  I also learned about love and girls.  

I went to the Youth of Ethical Societies retreat where I kissed Megan from Washington and that was cool.  It was sweet.  She didn’t come the following year. Those were my playing and teasing days. I was to cool for school. The philosophies and free thinking appealed to my sense and sensibilities. 

One night Maryanne was crying that hadeh didn’t love%/ her.  It was heart breaking.  She cried on my shoulder. While Richard Buzzo and Ali were angling to get some action. 

Valencia rubbed her fingers under the back of my shirt and it felt good.  Her boyfriend was under the table watching.  Valencia was sweet from St. louis.

Kate Martin kissed me on new year’s in Tony Severo’s apartment after we watched Disney spoofed porn.  I didn’t get it. We kissed it was nice. But no sparks. I felt nothing for her. All the months of chatting with Tony Severo and I wasn’t closer to finding my soulmate.  I look with an eye towards potential.  I am looking for the counterpoint to my potential.  Sorta, kinda gave up on my potential.  All these years.  Maybe an apple will fall on head from a tree and teach me calculus.  Knock and it shall be opened as Jesus said.

My training has prepared me for life. God’s preparation is the best. 

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