I’m No Hero

But I Play One On Tv….

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When you get hurt as bad as I did, one of two things usually happens, you either cower in fear from the rest of lyfe, or you become a tad bit insensitive. For those who already know me, you know that cowering in fear is just not who I am. It’s not what I do. I became more aggressive, if anything. I became sharper with my tongue, more honest. I felt it better to hurt you with honesty, than comfort you with a lie. Yes, you’d feel pain, but you’d respect me more. Pain is temporary, I needed the respect to last forever.

Now before I continue, let me answer the one OTHER question that I always get asked. No, I did not see a white light. No angels. No devils. No great halls with harps or horns lol. Now that I’ve answered that, are we good? Can I continue? Ok, great lol. Like most people, up until death #1 lol *Shrug*, I thought I was living lyfe. I wasn’t involved in any illegal activites. I went to work. I came home. I played my Playstation. In fact, I was working two jobs, and somehow, I thought that was the greatest thing. I had money to do whatever I wanted (or so I thought), I wasn’t wrapped up in any drama, and lyfe was what I thought to be “good”. How could it not be, afterall this is what you did as an adult right? My mother did it, my grandmother did it, aunts, uncles, etc etc. This is what adults do, and this is a representation of good lyfe (for most) right? No struggles, bills paid, I can go wherever I want (again, or so I thought lol).

What I missed in all of that was that I was serving a lyfe sentence, in what I THOUGHT was living. Now some of you just went: Is this dude crazy? He just said he wasn’t in any trouble, and now he’s talking about serving a lyfe sentence. Let me clarify. It’s the same lyfe sentence YOU’RE currently serving, you’re just unaware. When you work ONE full time job, you’ve committed to a 9-5, 40 hours a week, for 40 years of your lyfe (minimum sentencing), with 2 weeks off (vacation time) for good behavior. When you think about it, living lyfe that way is kind of crazy….

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Now think about what that’s like if you’re working TWO jobs. Sure, I had money to go wherever, or do whatever I wanted, but where could I go, or what could I do, when I’m always at work? There are some of you working two jobs right now, and not only is it tough for you to go wherever & whenever you want, but in today’s economy, you’re STILL broke. You’ve convince yourself that it’s ok, by saying things like: I may be broke, but at least my bills are paid… ┬átell me that isn’t crazy, just a little. Go ahead, try. I’ll wait… Now I’m in NO WAY mocking a job. I have one (as I mentioned before), and most days I love what I do lol. Most days. I’m just telling you what lyfe was like BEFORE I got shot.

Funny thing about lyfe, and the universe though. It WILL show you signs of change way before change comes, and don’t ever doubt it, because a change is gonna come. Would you believe that the morning that I got shot, I knew that I was going to die the moment I got out of bed? Could you continue with your regular day KNOWING that you were going die that day? The skeptic in you just said: There’s NO WAY he knew. I knew, and I told a few, a small few, that it was going to happen…… but I’ll save that for next time…. C’mon guys, sing with me: I guess I’ll see you next Lyfe Timeeeeeeee lol

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An Introduction / Living Lyfe

Welcome to my krazy world

You know, I wasn’t too sure about this blogging thing, but I wanted to talk to people and tell my story as I write parts of each chapter daily. I wanted to encourage people to live Lyfe to its fullest, by sharing my lyfe in pictures, words, and maybe even video.

So who am I, and what makes me think that I’m qualified to tell you about how you should live your lyfe? Well, when you lose your lyfe on 2 separate occasions…yes I said lose your lyfe, as in pronounced dead, but somehow came back…that makes you pretty much willing to talk to anyone about living lyfe AND appreciating it.

My name is Antonio Holloman. I was born and raised in Baltimore, MD. I graduated from THE Morgan State University with a Bachelor’s in Business Administration. I’m currently a travel agent in my part-time, while working the usual 40 hour a week job, and while for some that would be pretty boring, my lyfe is full of adventure. Hey, I’m a travel agent that actually travels, so the 40 doesn’t bother me as much as not getting on a plane lol.

Now I know you’re like: Sir, you just said that you died…twice, Please get to that. Ok I will. In May of 2001, I was shot 5x. I was hit in my heart, my lung, my left arm, and both legs. The bullet still remains in my heart, and NO I do not have issues with metal detectors lol, I wasn’t into any drugs, gangs, or other derogatory things like that, but I did have a reputation of someone that you did not want to cross hands with. In my neighborhood, you’re either the hammer or the nails, and everyday you had to prove which. The person who shot was once a close friend, but how else would he have been able to get close enough to light me up like that, right? 2 years later, I jumped in front of some people that I was pretty close to, and took a bullet in the a vital part of my back. Dead again, but I was the only one. Trust me, I’ve broken the premature dying habit *Fingers crossed* lol

So what does ME dying have to do with me telling you about living? Ask yourself this question: What’s the worst thing that I’ve ever been through? My response to your question: But did you die?

I’ll be back soon to chat with you guys, and more importantly I’ll explain exactly what The JetLyfe is. I hope you’ll have me.

 

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