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My neighborhood is RICH!

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement, Travel on January 5, 2015 at 7:08 am

Chances are, if you’re reading this, then you already KNOW where I live: ONLINE, most of the time. Even when I’m out and about I’m usually still connected, in more ways than one. It’s my neighborhood. It’s the people I familiarize with and the things that we do therein, everyday. It’s great.

I’m rarely bored in my neighborhood and while all of us live somewhere with some level of awesomeness, I’m sure — I wanted to share a piece of my neighborhood with you this morning. You know I’m an artsy girl, so let’s start this week out in the ARTS DISTRICT:

I may reside in Arizona, but I find that New York has the most awesome museums. I haven’t travelled the world over, but even in the key places that I have hit, all that I have mingled with hail NY as an arts mecca.

Exhibits open and exhibits close –
todays showcases go blow-for-blow.

The first one opened several years ago and has since closed,
But in my neighborhood — it always has open doe’s [doors]:

Then there’s that awesome exhibit that opened last month –
the Metropolitain Museum hosted an artistic slam dunk.

It was the CUBISM exhibit – crafted in sweat, love and no whim.
The work of Braque, Gris, Picasso and Leger; the existence bears no dim:

Cubism: The Leonard A. Lauder Collection from Above York, LLC on Vimeo.

In my neighborhood, (that is most limitless), I can go anywhere I want to.
I wake up early, rarely in a hurry and do what I want to do.

4am is my preferred time to get up and roam the “www” streets.
Regardless the hour, there’s a strong social power – there’s no telling who I might meet.

My neighborhood is rich. If it’s conversation that you’re seeking,
I’ve more than a few friends who are dimensionally blog speaking:

Neither of my neighobrs are on a ‘news headline’ roll,
most are on beauty, improvement and mundane control.

My neighborhood is rich and our outlook is strong.
Stop and smell the roses – don’t ‘do rut‘ too long.

This is the first Monday of 2015, I’m up and happy about it.
My neigborhood is rich … I’m a literary stitch
It would be weird if I didn’t type it or shout it.

Rise and shine babies. There’s so much to do!
I’m Qui
Welcome to 2015 – There’s new opportunity for you!

…in my neighborhood.
and it’s all to-the-good.

My friend: The HOOK @ Check Out

In Communication, Griot, Networking, Self Improvement on June 7, 2011 at 2:55 pm

Are you HOOKED yet?

His vibe is a friendly one. The two of us met here on WORDPRESS. We’re blog neighbors. I thought you might enjoy a story of his that I recently read. Hook is a Doorman, so you can imagine he hears more stories than the bartender while yielding only a third of the time that a bartender would serve, due to his highly revolving and interactive schedule.

Check out who was ‘checking out of the hotel’ the other day and what they told The Hook – their story is a humanizing one. It’s a short read with a deep impact::

You’ve Been Hooked

“A Story Behind Every Door”

When you work in a hotel with a thousand rooms, you can expect an equal number of unique encounters with every type of human being imaginable.
And some you would never have expected.

He was a nondescript, timid, slightly frail white senior who could barely look me in the eye, courtesy of a back curved by the rigors of time. She was difficult to make out at first, as the air in the room was thick with smoke and and the glare of the morning sun. Upon closer examination it was obvious time had been far more cruel to her.

Her hair, what was left of it, was hidden beneath a scarf and her hand shook as she pressed yet another cigarette to her chapped lips. She could no longer move without a walker or a cane and her eyes remained directed at the floor the entire time I gathered their luggage.
I was waiting for the service elevator when a faint tap emanated from the other side of the swinging door.

GUEST: I forgot your tip in the room! I left $10 for the housekeeper and $4 for you!
THE HOOK: You’re not exactly motivating me sir….
GUEST: Can you get it yourself? I left my keys in there. We’ll meet you downstairs.

Of course, my master-key picked that exact moment to die. Classic Hook moment, right?
My only hope at a tip, even a meager one, seemingly shot down, I made my way to the valet deck where my couple was waiting. He lovingly helped her into their Caddy (why do old guys love Cadillacs?) and popped the trunk and watched intently as I loaded their bags. Despite the earlier mishap, he still tipped me $5 and left me with a few things to ponder….

GUEST: Thanks for everything. Sorry about forgetting your tip, she had an accident in the room last night…
THE HOOK: No harm done. I hope she’s all right….
GUEST: She has a few weeks left. Cancer.
THE HOOK: I…..don’t know what to say, sir.
GUEST: It started in her colon, then the lungs, brain, and finally it entered her bones.
THE HOOK: How long have you been married?
GUEST: Ten years now.

At that point, I was speechless and so we simply shook hands and he went on his way, off to a dark future that will no doubt seem bereft of hope for some time. I wish I could have summoned some words of wisdom, but my mind was reeling from shock.

Could The Hook possibly have composed words to sufficiently comfort a man facing such a significant and inescapable loss?

Could anyone?

The Hook

Life is fragile – life is frail;
Live it happy – live strong – be well.

For no man knows what the future holds.
Be it turmoil — would you be so bold?

Life is fragile – Life is frail
Your life is a story – like those the The HOOK tells.

Excited about the youth of my life,
I’m Qui

Down with thee – to share a good write.

So what’s new in your life?