Monthly Archives: September 2011

The Heel-Lots!


“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

He WAS John Doe

I’m tired. My husband, James, just came in from working his second job today. He’s tired, but he knew that I had been stuck in the house all day with our four-year-old and our nutty cats, and I was nearing a meltdown. So do you know what he did? He put him to bed for me and cleaned the kitchen, so that I could go, lie down and rest. But rest, I could not…

I’ve been struggling with the aforementioned quotation from Gandhi. To me, “being the change” means to put on my big girl heels and make what I want to happen, happen.  Sort of like what it says in The Bible, in James chapter 2: verses 14-18 & 26 14 What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him? 15 If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, 16 and one of you says to them, “Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,” but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit? 17 Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. 
18 But someone will say, “You have faith, and I have works.” Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. 26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.

So if I see a need, just praying about it or foaming at the mouth about it is not going to solve the problem. In order to work towards an amiable solution to the issues at hand, whatever they may be, I must take action.  So with this newfound resolve to “Be the change” and have “Faith With Works”, I needed to DO something.

Do something about what??? Well, I’m glad you asked. 🙂 I’ve been pondering the social and economic challenges that the “Average Joe” faces in a society where they are the minority, and the seemingly “Solid Middle Class – Upper Class” majority rule and are totally and most uncaringly oblivious to the needs of their ‘lesser’ counterparts. I face these challenges on a daily basis, as I happen to live in Collin County in Frisco, TX, one of the wealthiest (and snobbiest) counties in North Texas. There are a LOT of great things about Frisco and the area of Collin County as well. I am not here to debase or disrespect ANY society or class or socio-economic sect. Classicism is just as wrong on Cinderella’s foot as it is on her arrogant Step-Mother’s. But I am here to tell the truth, which by the way, The Bible tells us, will set you FREE. And I would just LOVE to be free. And also, as The Beautiful Jane Doe, I like to KIR = Keep It Real, so it is what it is.

M   O   V   I   N   G           O   N…

In my year and a half spent residing (and RENTING, BTW) in Frisco, TX, I’ve found that the grass is not always greener on the other side. I’d initially moved to Frisco to be closer to people, places and things that I thought were the ‘bees kness’ and because it is a great place to raise kids. I adore the Frisco Library. You will find me there at least 2 times a week with my four-year-old son, perusing the aisles for written goodies or video bliss. I also love the feel of downtown Frisco! The specialty shops, the flavor of ‘regular folks’, the well kept park/veggie garden near the train tracks and quite close to my house. It is a little known gem and my son loves playing there.  No matter if its retail shops, big store chains, restaurants galore, or summer fun events, Frisco is the city to be in.  So why the ‘weird’ feelings towards it?

My feelings come from a place of miscommunication, misunderstanding, & misplacement.

Be Yourself

I don’t communicate well with others here because I truly feel like I don’t fit in. I’m an average Joe. My family struggles to pay our bills and keep our heads above water. We do not, at this time, own our home. We value the morals and ideas of yesteryear and try to hold on to those with clenched fists. I don’t have the nicest of anything. No Coach or Louie Vouitton here. Our SUV is 11 years old and in desperate need of repairs. We are choosing to homeschool when our son turns five next year. Most of our furniture are garage sale ‘finds’ that agreed with our wallets, if not with our exact taste. We are a John Doe Family in a Joneses state.

Because of all of the above, I tend to shy away from getting close to most of the folks here. They may be nice enough and some may even share my love for Jesus, but I have found that that is where the familiarity ends. Our lives are so completely different. They go on vacations and mini-weekend trips just because they can. They think a Guess bag is ‘cheap’. They think a three bedroom home is a ‘starter home’. They switch cars like they switch computers and electronic gadgets, just to have the latest and greatest thing. Meanwhile, I’m clipping coupons, shopping at the Dollar Tree & the 99 cent store for deals and wearing the same shirt I’ve had since before I got married over 6 years ago. Now again, some of you may be biting your manicured fingernails, furious with me for acting like you are selfish snobs who do nothing more than shop and gossip all day. I never said any of those things. I’m just calling it like I’ve seen and experienced it, so chillax. All I’m saying is that I feel misplaced most of the time. I’m from Baltimore, MD, the daughter of two working Joes, one of which was raised in the East-side projects.  Growing up I was Blessed that my mom bought a small home and still lives there to this day, but we were not middle class AT ALL. Heck we were barely floating! Most of the kids I grew up with, I’m still friends with today and we are thick as theives. I can count on them for anything and they can count on me as well. That is the kind of stock that is in Baltimore. Real Red-blooded folks taking one day at a time to achieve dreams and make it work with God’s help. That is who I am, still, deep down. So I do not feel akin to all of the fronts and masks that are worn out here in the South West. That has NEVER been me. And as I always tell people : “I can only be me.”

So in conclusion to my first post which has absolutely nada to do with Heel-Lots ( save that they are here in Collin County  and they are HUNGRY), I will say that

I created this blog for US: The John Doe Club. Gone but totally not forgotten. If  Gary Cooper could play the faux co-conspirator to a movement and cause worth standing up for, so can I.

I just would like to see a change in the world. I’d like to see us John Doe’s unite & helping to uplift one another, pray for one another,  give to one another,  volunteer,  be kind,  be thoughtful,  be Good Samaritans! It is a concept not lost of many do-gooders out there, but I’d like to get the word out that there is nothing impossible with Christ. It takes a village to raise a child…so it must take the Heavens to save the world.

The Golden Rule

And to the Heel-Lots or the Middle Class & Upper Class:

“Don’t get stressed! God’s BLESSED you with the Best! But Please do SHARE when you have Extra to Spare!” ~ @ Michelle S. Dowell 

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