A President Doesn't Change America...We The People do!

Early in life I realized all school teacher's are born with eyes in the back of their head. The number of times I was sent to the office is proof. I wasn't the devil kid accused of pushing, punching, shooting spit wads and rubber bands but instead a #2 pencil carrying daydreamer that turned desk tops into an artist's canvas. I stacked books! Balanced them on their side! Wore extremely baggy long sleeve shirts that came with so much extra material I'd use it to quickly cover what escaped from the pencil's well shaped cutting edge. Every picture earned a free hall pass with sharp as a knife commands to go directly to custodian's quarters and explain to him how incredibly sorry I was to add more work to his day. Sadly with no way to digitally take snap shots of the creative student's view...not a single portrait remains. Mrs. Stephenson, Vegge, Knight, Keefe and Chapman peacefully understood my addiction to publically expression but every recess meant washing all 30 plus desks. By the time I hit 6th grade Mr. Barone had an even bigger issue; the levitation one feels while letting art move through them turned me into a talker. You'd think I was headed straight for a Radio career. That didn't happen until 1976 when my parents continued to ignore my passion to play music. I got tired of banging so hard on the piano Mom kept hiring people to come in an retune the faceless beast. But never was a lesson offered. Radio came with music already made and no matter how weird I was the elders of the biz held stories and experiences much greater. In March of 2006 author Steven Furtick simply asked: What if I hadn't? What if drawing on desks hadn't led me to gaining the necessary confidence to never stop talking in class. It takes a lot of guts to lead potential listeners away from another person's vocal ability! But what if I hadn't found the ignition to stick the silver key into? Don't make faces at me through this computer screen! You present day and way is the result of not one but several chapters now looked upon as "what if I hadn't?" What if you hadn't turned right at the light choosing instead to go where you were supposed to? What if you hadn't discovered how easy it was to get an educational grant then to never use it in the way it was introduced? I believe the entire human race is born with eyes behind their head. The difference between a banker and a teacher is the peeps in the classroom take the time to read the Eyes Behind the Head manual. Doing so offers a benefit. Children's minds don't unfold they need to be molded. The banker puts focus on the past. What lives in your current flow of traffic benefits them only if opportunity is present. To get that, you give them permission to dig into what you can't change...once something still sore arrives on the surface the bank does nothing to help secure the present. Yet we as a nation bailed them out of the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression. Are we being honored? Does your bank love you? Your teacher still does... Big Business reins because there aren't enough willing people to stay in from recess and wash desks. We'll never need the Eyes Behind The Head tool because bosses are paid to babysit what you've declared safe enough to feel secure. We've evolved into a people of choices and frankly it doesn't matter who we vote for, no President can rip from our past the pleasures we feel while purchasing modern technology and a fancy hammer and shovel from Lowes and Home Depot. What if Ronald Regan and Bill Clinton hadn't made spending so free to abuse? That's a stupid question! Neither President made it possible. How is the former chairman of the Federal Reserve Alan Greenspan sleeping these days? His brilliant knowledge and firm thumb print planted between the seeds of failure versus growth fronted the dollars between 1987-2006 that helped carve away Jimmy Carter's extremely tough strolls with a better sense of small business belief and success. What if we hadn't adopted the idea of ATM cards? Look at one of the extreme negatives that came out of banks flooding your mailbox with incredible credit card offers: Identity theft! Wait! Wait! I'm not blaming the "Banker..." Those sitting at the front desk are no different than Wally and Freddie at Taco Bell and Target. We are the Puppet Generation; doing what we are told not as they do. Did the former front man of Bank of America Hugh McColl know that thousands of hard working deeply dedicated and well educated financial wizards with unheard of amounts of people skills would be laid off? Did he go bigger into business knowing the average employee isn't worth their weight but every success requires a Pawn? It doesn't matter who's sacrificed as long you get to the top. The best teachers are no longer found in classrooms. Therefore the art of knowing what's currently going on behind you is gone but not for good. What if you hadn't? Is it truly going to change the present? The sin has been made but can you forgive or attempt to bury it like a dog? If dogs are so good at their job...why does somebody always step in it? Change in America doesn't start when attempting to answer who should be President. You have to be willing to change first.