I’ve spoken at so many universities in my long career as a community activist teaching others to learn so they may teach others to learn – since I am uneducated formally I refer to BO as the college of knowledge, nothing more and certainly nothing less. For me, my school has had to be my life. My teachings have come from my years in the trenches with others lost in the darkness or rejected or disposed of by society in general. We were not the fortunate ones who were able to take even a day away from our intense struggle to survive to attend even one class in a formal learning institution. We were in our own world not by any choice of our own, we just landed there. As I was rejected by my mother and sister after my release after one year in Federal prison I felt hopeless, purposeless, abandoned and disgusted that I had fallen from the graces of society.
Who really IS society anyway? Do they even matter after you have fallen? Who really matters? It had to be ‘us’ who mattered to ‘us’. ‘We’ the fallen ones, in order not to fall again, had to learn from our mistakes and had to teach others not to do as we had done or they would fall too.
‘We’ the fallen ones, became ‘role models’ to the ones still standing … mainly the young people who as one of my many visions told me ‘they have no experience in this world around them and most of them have had very little or no guidance’ because their parents are either or have been on drugs, or in prison. Young people take the path shown to them by their parents, whether it be good or bad, it is the direction they follow. They trust older people to show them not abuse them or mislead them. Their innocence has been far too many times stripped away from them, robbing them of their future and their ability to make something of themselves.
I was not a young person when I made birth certificates for people who asked me to help them – I was 35 years old. But I was innocent and depressed from losing my father two years before. I just couldn’t snap out of it, and the fact my mother turned on me in order to steal my father’s inheritance he left a portion to me didn’t help me. I thought I didn’t matter anymore, and therefore I didn’t even matter to ‘me’. That was a mistake now as I see it in retrospect.
But, life is life and we make mistakes sometimes that change our life forever.
I have managed to take my hard life lesson learned and continue giving back in order to receive the value of knowledge.
God Bless each of you who read this for the love you have in your heart for others like you or different from yourself.
On the darkest day of my life ….when I almost committed a horrible crime in order to return to prison where I thought was the only place I could be accepted… God spoke to me and said….
….you listened to Man and ended up in prison – Listen to Me and see where I lead you. (I have been to Africa, Brasil, Canada, Mexico ‘United Nations 4 Conferences’ as a presenter of BO self-sufficient social programs for the reintegration of displaced or excluded persons)
…open your heart and your mind to young people who are heading down the same road you just crawled back from.
…in doing so you will receive a form of love and therapy you so badly need.
…when you reach out to others in pain and give them a hug… from your own pain of understanding …. YOU also receive a hug. (I went 11 years without a hug, until I began exercising this principle)
In accepting this ‘crawling’ (instead of a calling) it has taught me the valuable lessons, of humility, passion for turning art into messages of peace, love and knowledge.
…in order to reach out to all persons, from all walks, Bajito Onda is a peace ministry – a 501c3 now with chapters in many other countries.
Bajito Onda is now a registered TM brand – known as – The Brand that Gives Back!
…walk as one.
Del Hendrixson | Global Founder / the first life turned around
now in Tucson, AZ