Posts Tagged ‘Cancer’

     I remember watching a group of kids make fun of a little girl, calling her “Rocky Head.” The teacher was there, watching and even she laughed at the fact that this young girl would always come to school with small pebble-like particles in her hair. The children would take turns acting like they were swiping the pieces out of her hair but sneaking in little smacks and slaps at the same time. Long story short, the girl lived in such a small home with her family that the area she slept in, required that her head be near the kitten’s litter box. Those small pebble-like pieces were kitty litter…

I remember attending PS 183 and being in the 6th grade. We had a student transfer to our school and he would always have a hat on and what appeared to be fake hair or a unique type of cloth sticking out from under the hat. As you know, at that age, it was mandatory for the boys to take off our hats when we entered the building but after a few days, we noticed that no one would tell him to remove his cap. In the playground on about day 4, Jamel Weaver decides that he’s going to take the kid’s hat off. Some of us promoted it, some of us told him not to but he did it anyway. When he did, that was the first time that any of us saw a bald-headed 11-year-old. The child was a cancer patient and that was our… well, at least my first encounter with something like that and I felt bad for the kid. Even though I personally didn’t do anything wrong to him, Jamel was one of my best friends so that association with him made me feel guilty.

I remember driving down the highway and seeing a woman in a cute little sports car, dressed like she was on her way to an important function (Nice dress, make-up, fancy shoes, accessories, etc…) with a flat tire on the side of the road. What made it odd was, there was a van pulled over behind her with a family inside. The driver of the van, was outside of the van arguing with this woman who had the flat tire. As I pulled over to maybe be of some assistance, she grabbed the tire iron, and chased the man back into his van and he sped off. I humbly walked up to offer some assistance and ironically she was nice to me despite her annoyance and frustration. After a few minutes I asked what happened between her and the guy she chased off and her reply was, “Look at me! I’m a woman, on my way to an NFL banquet. I do PR. I’m dressed like this… I’m trying to get to this event to network and maybe get some new clients and my friggin tire is shredded. This jerk sees me looking like this with a flat tire and pulls over not to offer help but to ask me for directions!!!!” Wow…

Webster’s defines COMPASSION as; Sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it. What I would like to know is how many of you see this on a regular basis? I know I don’t. If anything, I see more of the opposite.  How many of you show/display compassion? I know I can use some work in this area as well.

I often do my morning workout in the park on the track and on the monkey bars. I was walking to the park at about 6am a few weeks ago and I walked past a car. Not being nosey or anything, I just happened to look in and I saw this…

I was shocked. And please, if this is someone you know or if this is YOU personally, I mean no mal-intent by posting this picture. I know that I have a colorful sense of humor and I would hate for someone to think that I’m posting this for the purpose of laughter. This person could be the person who get’s teased because his clothes are wrinkled. This person could be the person whose co-workers talk about them behind their back because their clothes always smell like a hint of gasoline. This person could be the manager down at your local assemblyman’s office, pushing for change on OUR behalf, trying to help with laws that are unfair, banging on tables fighting for us in the areas of finance, housing, and education but because he’s at a rough patch in his life, we laugh and point and dust pebble-like particles out of his head, and snatch his hat off…

I implore thee… Make compassion more of a part of your daily lifestyle. And I’m talking to myself when I say this as well. Why? Because in these times, it’s the best answer to ignorance. You NEVER Know who a person is. You NEVER Know what they’re going through. You NEVER Know…

Here’s a song that I am honored to be a part of. A good friend of mine shows compassion every year and physically goes out onto the street and lives as a homeless person for a week. He’s a talented painter and graphic artist named Yusef Ramelize and his initiative is called Homeless For One Week. Take a look/listen to the song below and do us all a favor and just go check out his site and click that “LIKE” button on the Homeless For One Week Facebook page. You NEVER Know…

-Kel Spencer

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First off, I want to thank you ALL!!!!!!

What you’re doing for #TEAMELEXIS shows that there still are good people with good hearts and I appreciate you.

Today’s post was actually sparked the night of Elexis’ wake (Thursday July, 22 2010). I facilitated the wake so I arrived early. My brother (Flo), My good friend, C-del (Elexis’ Step father) and Caden (Elexis’ little brother) walked a couple of blocks away to a West Indian spot on Flatlands and Remsen. Caden wanted gum from the gumball machine and his father got him one. As he put the blue gum ball in his mouth, he of course got the blue coloring all over his hands and mouF. As we got some wet paper towels, to rub it away before he made more of a mess, it dawned on me that this same blue dye that we’re scrubbing off of his hands, is just some of the stuff that we put in our bodies. Here we are… practically trying to wipe away a layer of skin to try and get this stuff off of his hands, yet we won’t hesitate to put these things in our mouths? Or in our stomachs? And the real kicker is… While this is happening, Caden’s sister lie asleep 3 blocks away in a casket because of Cancer.

Am I saying that blue gum is what contributed to Elexis’ neuroblastoma? No. But I am saying that the rising cancer rate is connected to what we eat. I’m not exactly a health nut myself, and I can use a lot of improvement but I know people (none of you of course) who don’t even know what the inside of a gym looks like… Who refuse to stop eating the very things that are slowly killing them… Who pay no attention to the chemicals, artificial preservatives, colorings, dyes, and hormones that are contained in what we eat. And we do this day after day, year after year and wonder why the doctor walks in with bad news when we’re only 45 or 50 years old… Sometimes even younger. Or maybe I’m bugging and what we eat has nothing to do with diseases and sickness. Either way, I just figured I’d share…

So, thanks again for all of your well wishes, and prayers, and cards, and donations. I figured, I’d share a little something in return :  )

-Kel Spencer

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I got a call to the studio yesterday morning in Alpine New Jersey. The session was a success! (Thank you Alpine Music Group). I head back to Brooklyn with my brother at about 6pm and we’re figuring out what to eat, as we were fasting yesterday (one meal). Ironically, a good friend of mine was cooking for a small group of people as a means to gather since a close family member of theirs was killed earlier that day. I was asked if I would pray with them at this dinner party. While at the party, I get a text that my own God Daughter (who has been fighting a form of cancer called neuroblastoma) was being admitted to the hospital and placed in an incubator. I then reached out to my close crew of prayer warriors for their support.

*SIDE BAR* She just celebrated her 8th Birthday this past friday and has been fighting this illness for 2 years. The past week has probably been the worst condition that she has been in.

Friday July 9, 2010 approx, 9:30pm

8th Birthday Party.

We left the dinner party and headed to the hospital. As we park the car, I get the text, “Jim, she’s gone.” I dropped to me knees on the sidewalk and prayed to My Lord, as did my brother, Flo. After 15 minutes of “run around” from hospital security and front desk personnel, we finally rush into the room where she lie with family around the bed and doctors trying to revive her at about 11:50pm. My brother and I placed our hands on her legs and stomach and prayed and Prayed and PRAYED. Elexis was pronounced dead at 12:01 am July 15th, 2010.

Why am I sharing this? This is why:

“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They

come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you…

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.”

-Kahlil Gibran; THE PROPHET

We are the bows from which our children are sent forth. I want to add that it’s not about how long those bows travel through the air but, rather, what good… what positive impact… what joy… what righteousness was born from them traveling through the air no matter how long they travel. Elexis was and is ALL OF THE ABOVE. I know that this post may be emotional and some may even have the sick and twisted idea that I’m posting this for some type of attention or pity. With life comes death. I just thank God that I had a chance to be this child’s God Father and that He allowed me to witness and angel. My perspective on life is forever changed after this and I pray that yours is too. The title “THAT CHILD IS NOT MINE” is aimed at us realizing that all of these children (and some adults) are put here for us to guide their choices… For us to love… For us to cherish… For us to teach right and wrong because ultimately, they are God’s children, not ours. We should indeed treat them like ours and love them like ours but He calls them home… and calls us home whenever He sees fit.  He loves us dearly. Let’s start doing the same for each other, with the time that we have left. If you’ve never shared a blog post with friends via e-mail, phone, text, twitter, facebook or any other way to share, I’d suggest you give it a try today : )

Lexi, you have one of the most beautiful souls

that I have ever met. I know that we had a date this

weekend to get you a birthday gift but I think Heaven’s

Toys R Us will be waaaay more fun so we’ll do it later : )

You are a fighter and you have inspired me

in so many ways. I personally know some

adults who aren’t as brave as you.

I’ll see you later, Big head…

Dear God, please give her as many ices as she likes.

Thanks, Dad.

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-Kel Spencer

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