My mother would always ask us if anyone wanted to learn how to cook or to sew or to iron clothes. I always ran to her—“Me! Me! Me!” So, my mom would teach me. I secretly feared that I might be condemning myself to a life of sissyhood. One day she said it was good that I learned these things because I was never going to be strong or handsome or smart or popular like my older brother, Jesús. He was “el molde” (the mold) I would never be a good copy of him. She said that I might never find a girlfriend or get married—so it was good that I was learning to take care of myself. It freaked me out. I wanted to be strong, handsome, smart, and popular like my brother, Jesús. I never felt like I was. I was just a bad copy...
José N. HarrisOne day, as My uncle Antonio was heading out to a cantina, I slipped a story I had written into his shirt pocket. It was story about a little boy who would poke his finger with a needle and make it bleed. The boy did it so he would get some attention from his mother. It worked out great for a while. But one day, his mother came into the boy’s room, lifted up his sheets and found the boy’s cold body. The little boy had bled to death. The next morning, I awoke to find a new black and white speckled composition notebook sitting next to my head....
José N. Harris1. Love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.
2. Love your neighbor as yourself.
It's that easy! :-)
When I see the full blue sky, with all its vastnesss, its as if He is telling me 'All this is yours and all of this comes back to me. Please take care of all of this, because I want to use it again and again and again. But while you are here, it is yours. Please enjoy it.
José N. HarrisI almost died, this past June.
But I didn't.
End of story.
My witness is the wind, which has gone on and on, and will continue on and on. And it will carry forward my hopes and dreams for you... and for us.
José N. HarrisAs we crossed the border, I saw God in the sky in the form of huge sunburst cloud above the barren desert. He seemed to be pointing a finger at me and saying, "Pass here my son and go on, you're on the road to heaven.
José N. HarrisEven when I have bad manners... I'm still polite!
José N. HarrisI'm always surprised by how much I love the world...
Hate seems so much easier, in comparison.
My karma was to be born in America where adults do not believe in happiness or fun, or at most these are considered low priorities. But everytime I leave this country, I always long for home.
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