Back together again.

I remember the time when I had not heard from my family for a long time. It was during the time when Gustav had supposedley hit here. During that time, I really wanted to be around my family, but I could never reach them. I tried to call them, but everytime I called, the busy line came on. So now, I became very worried because my auntie and uncle with my two cousins is the only family that I have in this region, and after Gustav, it would have been a month since I last saw them. I could only make local calls, and I did not have a cell phone. One day, I seen of my auntie's friend, and she gave me a new cell phone number of my aunties; I was very happy because she said that they was alright, but they had had some problems with the home phone because the line went out during the storm. Out of all those things, I missed my little cousin the most. His name is KJ; he is now 1 and a half years old, and I love him in every way. I used to feed him, play with him, teach him stuff, change his diapers, bathe him, care for him when he was sick, I mean everything ( I spent most of my senior year of free time with him); he is like a son to me. I miss the times when he used to call my name when he needed something. But most of all, I cherished that moment when he would always fall asleep on my chest. It was the best feeling in the world. I am privileged that I am able to be a part of his life from the time he was born up until now and hopefully as for the rest of my days. I am glad that I contribute to him growing every day. I called my aunt, and it was so relieving to hear her voice! She was so astonished to hear my voice, that she told me not to say anything but to stay in my dorm and she was on her way to get me right away! I was very happy to see her, and I could tell she was too for she overloaded me with hugs and kisses. I saw my little cousin, and I was overflowed with joy cause he ran to me and was calling my name at the same time as if I was his daddy. In all I am immeasurably happy that GOD reunited us back together again because I don't know what I would have done if I did not see them again! God bless! peace!

I lost 1...

What up y'all It's ya boi Keith, and I just wanted to tell you about the most devastating time in my life. From when I was in her belly, to the time I was born, and even as I have grown to where I am now, my mother has always greatly influenced my life in some type of way, shape, or form. She was always there like when I was doing very bad, real good, felt sad, was happy, I mean through thick and strand. She never misinformed me about anything; she kept it real and didn't sugar code nothing which is kind part of the reason why I am kind of a well-rounded person. Because she wanted me to be almost perfect because I was her firstborn. She told me that she used to read to me while I was in her belly, and I remember the times when I was real young( not even in pre-school yet) she used to whoop me until I learned my abc's and 123's and didn't let me go outside until I learned all of them. But, the point is she cared for me that much at my young age to try to break the trend of none of our family going to college. Besides my mom being hard on me, the thing I loved about her most was her warmheartedness. I used to always get a sense of comfort everytime I was in her prescence even if things weren't all good. I could tell her of any and everything that was going on in my life, or in other words, I did not hide anything from her. We had the type of bond that was very very unbreakable and everlasting. And, boy! she could surely throw down in the kitchen! I mean she put her foot down in whatever she cooked. But, to kind of fastforward to my point because I could go on forever about my life and relationship with my momma, I remember the tragic day like it was yesterday. My mother was a diabetic, and she also had bad kidneys, so she was in and out of the hospital. She left most of the job to me to take care of me and my brothers, Nicholas and Xavier, who were 8 and 6( I was 10). Oh, I forgot to mention that my so-called father abandoned us during the most desperate time of need, especially my mother. He was never there. But anyway, my mother was currently permanent in the hospital because her health was now critical. On the morning of October 20, 2000, we received the news that my mother had deceased 8:36 am that morning from failed kidneys. It was ironic because I was born at that same time 10 years ago. It was the most horrible mental breakdown that I had ever encountered in my life because after all the crying, not eating, and being very closed in and not communicating at all for about two weeks, I had made the decision to take my life because my mother was my life, and I had come to the realization that that closeness, friendship, assurance, etc. was gone, and I will never be able to have that type of relationship with anyone else. The only thing that stopped me was when I remembered that my mother had always stressed to me how important a man named Jesus was important to me, more than her and anyone else in my life. So I had finally come to my senses, and found out that Jesus had a reason of why he took the most precious thing to me away from me. He wanted me to note that he is the most precious thing to me, and from that point on in my life I completely turned my life around. I miss my mother greatly, but I am glad that I have no regrets because I always loved my mother, never took her for granted, and always respected and obeyed her. Besides, I know now that she is in heaven rejoicing and having a great time with God, and she is not enduring the pain and sufferrings that she had when she was on earth. Even though my mother may have left me physically, she remains with me in spirit and in my heart. For all these reasons I love God immeasurably and I'm at total peace with myself because I am assured of what beholds in my future. God bless! peace!

The scariest moment in my life!!!

Hey! What up it's ya boy Keith Ramsey, and today I want to tell y'all the scariest moment that I had ever had in my life! It was on April 26, 2007 that this event happened. When I got up that morning, I was already feeling very awkward because I had just had a dream that I had died from a drive-by shooting which was active where I was living, but I didn't take heed because I had plenty of dreams where I died. I had a car that my dad let me drive to school because he always drove his worktruck, so he felt that I was responsible enough to drive now. Well, I told him that the car had some brake troubles two days before, but he ignored the situation. So, I assumed that he got them fixed. I went on my way to school but before I got into the car, I noticed that I forgot to put on my dogtag with my momma's graduation picture on it. That made me feel even more strange because I kept it on at all times. So, I went back and got it, and started on my way. It was me and my two younger brothers, Xavier and Nicholas, that were in the car. That is when it all began. I was going down this two-way road which eventually led to the busiest intersection highway in Valdosta, GA. I was doing about 25 miles per hour on a 35-mile per hour road (it was deserted in the morning. Before you get to the stop sign at the end of the street, you go down this very steep hill. When I approached the hill (not the stop sign), I decided to apply my brakes early considering the fact that I noticed that my father did not get them fixed. BUT, they weren't cooperating. So my brothers started to panic, and when we got to the hill the car picked up speed at about 50 miles per hour! My whole life, as well as my brothers', began to flash before my eyes. I had jabbed at the brakes with all my might, but the car continued to roll on. And then I noticed that there was not an emergency brake, so I surely thought our life was going to end in a huge car wreck disaster. BUT, I had three choices on this last minute of my life and me and my brothers might as well be dead of all three. I could have: 1) crashed into the truck that was in front of me and caused the biggest wreck in history, 2) crash into the gas station and blow up in flames(not a wise decision), and the last one is crazy because I had a quick encounter of an angel out the corner of my eye as if it was saying,"Come this way." My third option was to crash into a wooden billboard which was also dangerous. As all these things played in my head in a matter of one minute, I made the decision to crash into the billboard. When I woke up, I was laying on the ground, and I seen a whole lot of people around me. I saw that the wooden poles split the windshied and bent the entire front and top of the car in. I had been knocked out for about three minutes, someone told me. I immediately searched for my brothers. They were 100% unharmed. As for me, I felt just fine until I noticed that I couldn't stop shaking as if I was going into some type of shock or something. Then it got worse and more worse. So I blacked out again, but when I woke this time, I was in the hospital where my family was. They said I had suffered a minor concussion. In the end, I was alright.

I still have flashbacks of how more fatal that accident could have really turned out. It felt like a final destination type deal, but it was applied to my life, and I survived it. It just goes to show once again how God poured his overly abundant mercy and grace on me, and protected me throughout the entire incident. God bless! peace!

My best football game I ever had in my life.

I remember when I played football. I played defensive end (because defense is the best), and I was the 3rd best player on the team. I remember the first close game I had ever played in. I was a sophomore, and we were playing our rival in their own stadium. They were called the Lowdnes "Vikings" and we were the Valdosta "Wildcats" aka the winningest high school football team in america aka Winnersville U.S.A. The Vikings were 10-0, and we were 10-0 (#1 and #2 respectively in the state), and whatever team won was bound to be Georgia's regular season champ. The vikings were on the verge of winning their third straight victory against us en route to their third straight state championship because usually whoever won the rivalry game usually won the state championship. There was so much hostility, hype, and emotion leading up to this game. The day before this friday night classic really ignited my adrenaline rush to get ready for this game. I was walking home from practice by myself when suddenly I seen a group of ten seniors from Lowdnes football team that were trying to jump me. They knew who I was because I had on my valdosta football undergarment. They surrounded me, and they pushed me from person to person. I really couldn't tell who was who because it was fairly dark. I was 5'11", and they were between 6'1" and 6'4". But, when they finally stopped pushing me, I was on the ground, and I remembered one of them saying, "You going down tomorrow boy!". Then I thought, "They could have beat me to death or killed me right then!", and I couldn't wait until the next day to crack their skulls! The time had come, and we were on their field ready for war and payback. They were ready too, but they did not have the fire like we did. It was a back and forth game with momentum swings carrying the way. At halftime the score was 17-0 for the vikings. I was so upset that I had to figure out a way to keep my composure. I was playing so horribly for I had no tackles, and the line was swallowing me up the entire game. But the reason for them scoring was our 2 interceptions on offense which led to the vikings 14 points. After I played the first two quarters in my head, I thought of the coach's motto:"Never never never give up". So, I decided to give a pep talk to the team and stepped up to be a leader to rally the troops and let them know that this game is not over by a long shot. WE took that field in the second half with force as we scored on our first two possessions off a kickoff return and an 80-yard explosion by our running back who had been injured most of the season. Suddenly, we intimidated them and showed them why we were ranked #2 in the state. The score was now 17-14 vikings. The momentum quickly shifted back to the vikings when they ran back a 99-yard kickoff of their own to end the third quarter. At the end of three the score was 24-14 vikings. WE still believed that we could win this game and so did I for I had tallied 5 tackles in the third quarter, but I was ever searching for that undefined moment that would establish us as victors. So in the last quarter, things got tough. The defense needed to step up incredibly in order for us to win the game, and WE did. We made two stops out of three possessions they had, and our offense scored a touchdown on one of them. The score was 27-21. There was 56 seconds left in the game, and the vikings had the ball. It all came down to this series: everything that I worked for and all the hard work put in during the off-season came down to this series in the epic rivalry between these two high-powered high schools. And that undefined moment that I was looking for had finally come. It was kind of ironic because the dude that had told me that I was going down today was staring me right in the face at tight end! I knew that I had to find a way to make a huge play. The ball was on the 36-yard line (my number) and I was ready like a lion on the prowl for food. The center hiked the ball high over the quaterback's head, and me and the defensive tackle ran a stunt and the hole was wide open for me. I ran full speed ahead to try and pick up a precious gift that would deliver our team of redemption. The quarterback was closer to the ball than I was, and he tried to fall on it but he ended up kicking it about 10 yards which left it all up to me, 17 yards, and the endzone to win it. I scooped it up and I ran into the wide-opened field into the endzone. Our fans and students went crazy every yard I captured, and I was so so happy. I pointed the ball to the stadium to proclaim victory, and all the kicker had to do was make the extra-point to put the icing on the cake. He made it, and all the players congradulated me on a job well done. The score was now 28-27 Wildcats. The only thing was: the game wasn't over; there was 36 seconds left in the game. Vikings had the ball, and their quarterback had a great game until the next play. He threw a hail mary to a supposed wide open receiver, but he put too much air under it, and our safety picked it off! We ran out the clock, and celebrated our glorious victory. I had 8 tackles, and the miraculous fumble recovery touchdown which engraved our victory. It was the best game of my life.