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The trees bloom in the Springtime. You can see the birds building their nest in the middle of it. The squirrels are chasing each other from bottom to top or top to bottom. The trees are starting to dress again. They’ve been bare.
I really enjoyed writing this article. Black and white, and yes, I’m writing about the skin color of people, and not trying to satisfy no one. At this point, folks may think, here we go again, about the past get over it. Others may think, another sell out, saying what folks want to hear. Or, is he a good one?
God says in the Bible, “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.” Some people eager for money, have wondered from the faith. Many times you may be riding down the street and see a person panhandling and we pass them up, not knowing what they might be going through. We must start having a heart and give. You’re not responsible for what sin he may commit. We are just responsible for obeying God’s word.
It’s been about five years since the Covid-19 pandemic turned the entire world upside down and turned every home with children into a virtual classroom.
Thank God Room In The Inn is so understanding.
The Contributor newspaper means more to me than just having my own business — that in and of itself is huge.
In the 50s and 60s, people came to Nashville to make it big in the music world. They either made it big or went back home. People lived in boarding rooms for about $10 a week. Eating was cheap: for about $12 or $13, you could eat a steak dinner. Everything was centrally located, so you could walk everywhere you needed to go.
The Contributor is an award winning street newspaper, but that’s only part of the story. As a vendor and writer for this publication, when I look through its pages every two weeks I see so much more. There is a vast array of stories that can be used to teach people of ALL ages something new, much like the Weekly Reader did for me as a young child and as a teenager, really throughout my scholastic life. Every Friday like clockwork our classroom would receive the latest edition. I would immediately open it up.
My name is Daniel Holmes, and I grew up in a small town in Maryland. Now I live in Nashville, Tennessee. I was never a person who picked a political party. I generally went with who sounded the best. Recently, we were reminded that everybody has a voice by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde of Washington, D.C. She reminded President Trump that what he does in office affects everyone equally.
My friend passed away yesterday. He was 48 years old. He saved my life back in 1985. I was in jail and he kept some people from hurting me because they were gonna kill me. They had a knife and everything.