Nothing like the feeling of making up. Doesn’t matter if its with a friend, lover, family member or pet, which most def is a family member, the feeling of making up has to be one of the greatest of the senses. Over the past two months or so, a family member and I were not seeing eye to eye. I’m an artist, so it is understandable to a point that my views may not match up to most. Only this time, the other eye was that of my father.

For thirty-­‐four years my father, Charles F. Porter Sr., has been the hardest man I know. Twenty-­‐five years in the military did work on him but I believe it was the eighteen before he left for the military that shaped the man’s foundation. Raised by God fearing Christians and those who valued a dollar, my father learned quickly that there was only one way to make life worth living. Without knowing it I now live by what he valued most. HARD WORK. In his mind there is no replacement. Another one of his beliefs is that there is no such thing as easy money. Had I inherited that belief just a few years ago, I’d probably of spent that money on something that I actually needed. Still lessoned learned, and I will not make the same mistake twice.

My father has seen things come fairly easy to me over my young life. He does not just give respect, even I had to earn it. The good grades throughout middle school were expected; the sports trophies and awards were not impressive. My father had his eyes set on the prize. A college diploma that would be the first amongst my immediate family. So I strapped my pads on, put my nose in the books, and worked to get into what I believed was the best school in academics amongst those that offered full football scholarships. I won’t bore you with details but I felt that this did not impress him. Ill just say, he did not say it did. LOL. But not...

This went on through my adult-­‐hood always searching for the words I longed most to hear from him. It got to the point where my Oscar excepting speech was just this, “Are you proud of me now MUTHA F&*K@$?”, while I hoist the trophy and squeeze it so hard that the head snaps off. Seriously it was bad.

Well finally after thirty-­‐four years I was fed up and said Ill just do what I know is tight and not even tell him what I’m doing. It was painful to not tell him and it hurt to tell him and feel he didn’t care. Cancer has taught me many things and most important is that LIFE IS SHORT. Rich or poor it will one day come to an end. I did not want my dad to miss out on more then he already did. So I told him that even though we don’t get along, he did one thing right and taught me how to fight for everything I have. Work hard and demand respect and to never quit. This morning I told him about my latest project and how hard it was to pull it off but we did it and now I have a feature film coming out. He congratulated me and seemed interested. We made up and it feels so good. Life is short, love those who love you and live life! 


Feb 1st