After hearing the news of that terrible shooting in Orlando Florida it made me realize that for me to leave America was a very good idea.
As one who migrated to Florida back in 2001 in Orlando, those 18 years that I resided there in the span of time that I lived there, it surely changed for the worst.
While my decision to leave New York wasn’t inspired so much by the fact that it was getting worse, it was more for financial reasons and for the quality of life because in essence New York City always had pockets of bad neighborhoods that you just knew to stay away from.
I was born in New York City so I was forever acclimated to it, but when I see the news reports on it now in the present time I don’t think I can even live back there anymore. It’s not simply a location thing as to why I left America because unless you’re far into the country, everywhere you go there are these extremely bad elements and you don’t know when your number is going to come up.
So I think it was a blessing to my awareness in Central Florida that I worked at the Orange County corrections department and as a city bus driver venturing through these very dangerous streets reconnecting with the people that I knew that were formerly incarcerated.
I most definitely have a strong gift of discernment which I will never apologize for possessing, but it got so bad in Orlando that I felt as though somehow it was my turn to taste tragedy if I stayed there any longer.
I’m not necessarily a fearful person and do not move in a frightened state of mind but your instincts will never lie to you when you live a very centered and tranquil life.
It was all fun and games when I arrived in Orlando, the different atmosphere was intoxicating to me as opposed to the concrete jungle that New York City is. Many have come to Orlando before me from New York City and told me how nice it was in comparison although you did have your criminal elements there it appeared to be extremely watered down and only in certain areas of Orlando.
I started working in the jail shortly after I arrived or rather maybe a few months after so I got a taste of what they considered the criminal element early on and learned the practices, the slang, and the general outlook on life in that part of the country and it served me quite well.
Working in the jail equipped me with the knowledge of how to navigate Orlando Florida but once I started working driving the bus that is where the rubber hits the road.
The difference between working in the jail atmosphere as opposed to driving a bus was that in the jail although there was an element of danger it was a controlled environment where those who may have presented the danger knew that they couldn’t win. Driving the bus you could be somewhere in the wee hours of the morning in a very downtrodden neighborhood pretty much defenseless and on your own. You may encounter individuals who may be hell-bent on relieving you of your cash or just resentful enough that you might be doing better than them and they seek to take revenge on you for no reason at all.
I now fast forward to the present time and those particular dangers that face me in my day-to-day life do not exist anymore.
I’ve always craved an existence where time seems to move very slowly and that I can live a boring life if I craved to do so. Boring for me is so therapeutic after living so fast in a place like the United States of America.
It gives me a chance every day to move according to what I feel within and to never feel as though I am in a rat race that will soon overcome and consumed me. Every day that passes I feel as though I am aging backward and that I am rejuvenating in a very much centered way.
I cannot find myself in this particular state of mind if I decided to stay in that stress-filled country that will have you looking 25 years older than your actual chronological age. Now as I look back at the moves that were made to bring me here I am so overjoyed, not only because of my newfound peace but because I have moved out of the danger zone.
I just wouldn’t be able to live in a place that is on the brink of war with so many powerful enemies that are hell-bent to push that button that would set off a nuclear calamity worldwide.
That was not the future that I had anticipated when told about this thing called the American dream. It definitely becomes a nightmare in that illusion that was beaten into our brains and was merely a paper-thin hustle in our subconscious minds.
I just wish that more people would figure out the type of life that they want to live and not the narrow options that are fed to them for someone else’s benefit.
Me, I know what my ideal life is and I know what satisfies me to the core. In this respect, I have always danced to the beat of my own drummer. We make our choices, we take our chances and we must face the consequences of those choices.
At the end of the day, I am so happy that my instincts have always led me away from danger. Thank you for taking the time to read this article and I would love to hear your perspectives on it.