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Crossing Farmers Boulevard A Journey to Oneness in a Polarizing World von Peters, Ronald J. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.2017
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Crossing Farmers Boulevard

Defining moments refine our potential and give birth to our purpose. These unexpected twists of events, unforeseen challenges, and courageous leaps of faith outline the blueprint of the lives we build. Crossing Farmers Boulevard: A Journey to Oneness in a Polarizing World is a collection of the pivotal moments that shaped the character, tenacity, and empathy of Dr. Ronald J. Peters, Jr. Born during the infancy of hip-hop culture in Queens, New York, an inquisitive young man discovers a world of wonder and limitless possibilities when he crosses Farmers Boulevard, sometimes with almost deadly consequences, but always with valuable lessons learned. As a child, he was challenged by dyslexia, attention deficit disorder, and an environment that perpetuated fight-or-flight reactive behaviors, including drug use, violence, and devaluation. He utilized hip-hop as a form of self-therapy. Tagging and drawing provided him with an escape from the confines of his learning disabilities and the outlet he needed to self-nurture and exercise his God-given creative thoughts. These expressive activities cultivated his understanding of the polarity of his perceived academic weaknesses and the innovative gifts that they could afford. As an adult, he became a university professor and defied end-stage kidney disease. His engaging memoir plays out as the reverse engineering of an improbable life's journey full of adventure, discovery, and the transformative power of love.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 252
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.2017
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9780692757000
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 1238kBytes
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Crossing Farmers Boulevard

F or most of my life, I have read the first verse of the first book in the Bible as I was taught, "Genesis, chapter 1, verse 1." However, with time, maturity, and critical thinking, I now interpret this verse as the foundation of all things living in the universe. I believe that the beginning represents time. God's creation of heaven symbolizes space, and Earth represents God's matter. Because the universe consists of time, space, and matter, there is no reservation in my thoughts that the time period or age when I was born, the place or environmental conditions in which I grew up, and the matter or place on Earth I was planted to grow all had major impacts on my life. My mother and father grew up as survivors of challenging times, places, and spaces. Both born in the South, they were replanted as children during the 1950s into the earthly conditions of Harlem, New York. My mother and father grew up in brownstone apartments, the interior halls of which at times were occupied by nodding heroin addicts. The concrete steps outside were often full of vulnerable young people watching the world go by. These conditions were ideal for fight-or-flight reactive behaviors-drug use, violence, and human devaluation, oftentimes yielding a snake- or reptilian-minded infestation. Through God's grace, my parents survived their spasmodically fearful living conditions and moved into their own home in the Bricktown neighborhood of South Jamaica, Queens, a more fertile place and space at the time for me, their only seed, to grow. After being exposed to the conditions of their youth, my parents were not faultless as adults. However, they perfectly operationalized the codes and decrees by which they were raised and that prepared them for survival. First, good or bad, they kept the polarity of their relationship to themselves. Second, immoral or moral, they abstained from judging, discussing, or getting involved in others' personal business. Third, they stayed away from people who talked too much about themselves or other people. And finally, right or wrong, they never let others influence final decisions in their personal affairs. My parents' survivalist codes and decrees provided me with something they did not have in their childhoods, safety among the reptilian-minded people of the world. Although the desired outcome was successful, the methods they used to keep me safe on the outside made me feel unsafe within. My loving parents' use of fear afforded me the polarity of safety in my environment at the cost of nervousness and a feeling of internal dread. The first recollection or exchange that I remember having with my mother took place when I was probably around two years old. It was winter, and I saw God's white snow falling outside the window. I am sure that I had seen snow before, but this time was totally different. I had a set of wheels on me! I did not have to pull myself up using the furniture anymore to tightrope from room to room. So while my mother was cooking, I somehow got the backdoor open and ran out of our house. Although my exodus was short-lived, lasting only a few seconds, it was a totally liberating experience. I remember stepping in God's snow, feeling its slushiness under my feet, touching it and feeling its coldness. Within seconds, my mother realized that I had escaped the confines of her protected environment and, without hesitation, she furiously ran outside to safeguard me. I don't remember everything she said, but one part stuck with me, that being her polarizing angry, yet loving voice screaming, "Boy, get inside before you catch pneumonia." Throughout her life, even when I was an adult with a fully developed immune system, she kept saying the same thing. Her consequence for not dressing as she perceived as safe was not a common cold, but pneumonia. Interestingly, the symptoms of pneumonia are similar to those of a poisonous snakebi

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