Freedom Of Speech

The World with all its antics and politics set us free inconvenience. Religion killed us all. The message, we strongly agree would set us all free but something changed, something went wrong. An inconvenient truth but the the pope or pastors wold never believe. Fire bombs and mushrooms sore over dead souls that live for more. All because we cant agree that there is just 1 god that sets us free. Religion kills my soul, his message was worth so much more. When will this begin again, this world needs a soul. Any questions? 

Jesus Is My Homeboy

You know its week 3 for me here in Homestead. It has been unreal for me, I guess the feeling of working in a place in which requires you to think of others rather than yourself. we live in a “me” world. Its about what we can get out of something, and not really what I can give. I have spent some time just giving to myself all the things that I thought that I needed. God has such a cool way of working in my life. The way he has placed people in my life who have really impacted me in ways that can range from friendship all the way to business relationships. The one of the most important things I think I have learned is what God has done for me I must do for everyone around me. Its is time I put the things I love most to the side and begin motivating and uplifting the people around me to be successful people. Not only successful financially but spiritually, Though the walk with Christ can be very difficult at times but no work is ever easy! Jesus went through life being persecuted for standing for truth, breaking tradition, and really standing out in a world where difference was only the enemy. I think Jesus was and still is a really cool dude. I think the way to impact others is to be yourself, but most of all show Jesus through your life rather than just talking about him. Jesus was a friend to people, he didn’t judge you but he helped you get up when you would fall. He surrounded himself with people the world rejected and helped them become people of destiny and purpose. Though he May not be physically here, he did give us the task to do what he did. So in some sense we all need to realize that we can be like Jesus, And I think that is pretty cool person to be like.

Rocky Is Moving To Homestead

Well who is this rocky character? He is my little dog. He is a Yorkie and I am excited to know that he is moving down to Homestead to live with me. These past couple of weeks he has had some health issues regarding his sight. He is doing better now thanks to my Sister who has been taking care of him since I have been gone. I know to some people it is kind of cheesy to be so close to there pets, but I have no shame in saying that Rocky is one of my bestfriends!! So this thursday he gets in to Miami International at 1232pm. I’m looking forward to him living with me. So when my parents go home I have my pup Rocky to spend time with. 

The A.M. Accident

     Well my brother Jesse and I are on our way to the office we are about one block away on Flagler. We get to the green light and begin to drive then all of a sudden a woman in a green Expedition truck T-bones a caravan. It all happened so fast, we immediately pull into a nearby parking lot and rush over the the van. The van appears to have a child car seat in back. the Woman in the caravan rushes out to take the car seat out. Luckily the baby was on the opposite side from where the van was hit. When I saw the car seat my heart dropped. I felt bad for the other woman in the expedition but at the same time she took a red light. I sometimes think to myself when I drive fast is it really necessary to drive thru yellow lights? I mean even if you are late there’s no need to take those lights, Just wake up earlier next time. In one split second you can hurt someone else and or maybe hurt yourself. Everyone was ok but the cars were damaged pretty bad. The state trooper arrived asked me what I saw and grabbed all mine and Jesse’s info. Pastor Travis pulled in few moments later. Everything was ok, but for the most part it reminds me that I need to be safe when i drive. That could be me. So please if you are reading this quit trying to drive like Ricky Bobby!!!”I mean that.

Ice Cream

Well this is a short story I mean I was like 7 when this happened. I was at my cousin’s house one afternoon, he lived one block north of me. I lived on 18th and Damen. He was on 19th st. and damen. So the ice cream truck would come by in the afternoon, well there were 2 trucks that usually came by our neighborhood but that’s neither here nor there. So I say to my cousin hey I’ll go get the ice cream myself, you stay on the porch and watch me. So I get up go the the truck get 2 snow cones. one vanilla and one chocolate. I get the cones walk towards the back of the truck, stop and take a look to my right to see if any cars were coming. I step with my right foot forward and my head. BOOOM!!! I hear a Car screech really really loud!! I open my eyes and I am flat on the ground on the street. I look to my left and see the vanilla cone facing down… I look to my right and the chocolate cone was also facing down. I stand up and immediately run inside my cousins house and sit on the couch…. No tear no nothing but a scrape on my left cheek and a scratch on the back of my right knee. My aunt and cousins immediately run into the living room where I was sitting. they ask “Alex are you ok?” I said “I don’t know.” They look at my face and say “alex we need to clean your face with alcohol you’re bleeding.” “Get the alcohol my older cousin Martin Says… I start to cry… ” No no please don’t it’s going to burn!!!” My cousin says Alex we need to call your parents. Again I say ” No No please don’t, if my dad finds out I crossed the street by myself he will be very mad at me.” They call my dad anyway. Few minutes later the door bell rings. Its the Enemy! The lady who hit me with her car. She tells my older cousin “hey here is $5 for the ice cream I am so sorry… Here is my info please call me if his injury is more serious than it looks.” So they call my dad behind my back. He comes over and immediately hugs me. Doesn’t say a word just hugs me and drives me home. My brother Luis comes over and checks me out. Makes me turn my head both to left to and right… asks me if it hurts when I turn my head I tell him no.I guess luis was the family doctor. lol we all have one of those. Anywho I remember over the second entrance to my house inside our living room we had a small little basketball hoop that jesse (my brother) and I would play on. So we began to play that evening. I did lose the game but who cares. I guess my family isn’t the “lovey dovey” type of family, you know the one thats like “oh I love you so so much,” yea that wasn’t us, but we show each other love in weirdest coolest ways.  I guess Jesse felt bad and played some basketball with me to cheer me up. I mean we could’ve sued this lady. She left us all her info: drivers license #,License plate # everything. Enough to take her to court and sue her for hurting my face. We didn’t though, don’t know why, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. When i look back at that incident it makes me believe that even at the tender age of 7 God had a plan for me. I could’ve died. I mean She hit me hard. Hard enough for my cones to fly up in the air and land on the ice cream. God was protecting me. I look back and smile. Memories… Well my dad he wasn’t mad that I crossed the street he was more scared that He could’ve lost his little boy. He just hugged me and i felt safe. That was Gods way of letting me know. He will always be with me. Thanks Dad, Jesse, Luis and my awesome cousins who still look out for me today! I hope one day I can do the same for you guys. Peace. 

Home Sweet Home?

Hello,     this is my first blog of many I hope. I just moved from Chicago to Miami/Homestead and let me tell you It has been awesome. 24 hours of sitting in a middle seat of a uhaul truck with 2 of my older brothers beside me. Talk about “Me Time!!” We had a great time driving down. We went through heavy rain, through the hills, and some quite time driving through the early am fog in florida. We arrive home. To my new home. I cant explain the feeling of the leaving the comfort of my parents house to this huge beautiful empty house that is mine. Its like I thought to myself “wow I am finally growing up” lol. But what does this house mean? Why am I here? Why did I Leave? All these questions start to run through my head. I get scared now… What if this is too much? What if I am not ready to be alone? As all these thoughts ran through my head, I sit back and ask myself “well Alex what do you want? and I remember way before leaving chicago I said to myself. Well what is going to happen to me? Why I am here? What is my purpose? I mean I thought I had it all together. I was doing music full-time. Traveling and seeing things others may never get to see. Then it hit me. I was totally running from what God really wanted me to do. I didn’t mention God or my faith at the beginning of this blog for a reason. I was just thinking of myself for a long time and I realized that there is so much more to me than what I thought. You know there are many details on how I got here and where I have been, but I don’t want to miss the big picture in my life. I am 21 years old and its a tough time period to decide to follow God with all my heart. I have made many mistakes growing up and the one thing i have learned is that Gods love for me will never change, and I know everyone says this but I asked god to reveal his plan to me then and there. I said “God i know you exist and i know you can hear me I’m tired of living a life that is so routine. Show me what you want me to do” He didn’t call my cell 5 minutes later and tell me his plan. it took work from me I needed to search I had to do some type of work and actually move. I picked up my bible and just started t read a few things here and there. days pass and still nothing. I reached a point where I was frustrated with myself and with God. So I went back to what playing music. Took a trip to Miami I think it was a week trip to play some shows with the Saturn Project. The day before I left though there was an offer to move to Miami… a potential job, to be a youth pastor. I thought Youth Pastor?? “yea right” Aren’t I suppose to do music full time somehow with my own band? So I went home and thought and thought well what should I do? The “what ifs” came back again. One night I wont forget I went through something… something that never has happened to me before. I was in tears outside my houseI looked into the sky and thought “wow this world is so big I’m just a tiny little spec of life.” If I truly believe in God and truly believe that he created this whole universe then I must work for him! I need answers to all this. I need to see him without seeing him. My decision was made then and there I will move Miami. I will finally stop thinking of myself and what I want and do what God wants me to do. As long as it is day I will do the work of he who sent me. So Yes I Am Home Sweet Home!!