People Who Make A Difference In The World: Raudel Torres

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People who make a difference in the world.

Earlier this year I was in Las Vegas for 10 days. I gambled away money I shouldn’t have, I consumed more food than I should have and I drank entirely to much alcohol. When in Sin City, do as Sinners do. I went to a Cirque Du Soleil.  I visited red rock canyon, attended an arts festival and I hangout with some local and out of town friends. All of this was great, yet none of it was the most memorable part of my trip.

The thing that most impacted me was an amazing human being that I met walking down Fremont Street in “Old Las Vegas” His name is Raudel Torres. He was sitting on the pavement, in the middle of the street between four casinos. He sat there, legs crossed in a Lotus pose, greeting people as they passed by with two simple phrases. “Enjoy your life” and “I Love You”.

His expression of love for humanity blew me away. I was truly touched, moved and inspired by him. Of course I had to stop and have a few words with him. I wanted to know what was the driving force behind this great gesture of love for the world.

He told me that this was his first time doing this and that he was inspired by the loss of his grandmother, who had recently died.

He went on to say that he was very close to his grandmother and that loosing her had him develop a greater appreciation for life.  He now realizes just how precious life and love is and that he wants to share this revelation with the world. He wants people to know that they don’t have to do anything to receive love and that life is great just as it is right here and now.

I believe that Raudel’s act of love takes courage and self-confidence. I imagined myself doing it and the first thing that crossed my mind is what would others think of me. Would they think I’m crazy, on drugs or might they think I wanted something from them.

I realized that I was more moved by my fear of other and what they thought, than I was by my love and desire to generate love and make the world a better place.

This bothered me because I pride myself on being someone who is committed to bringing love to the world. I realize that I truly have to stop being concerned about what others think of me and just do what I’m here to do.

Let them think what they think, let them say what they say and I should just be who I am. This is a huge breakthrough for me.

I would have never thought that I would have gotten all of that from him.

It also got me to see how the smallest things I do could possibly have a great impact on others. The simplest act of love and kindness could change someone’s life forever.

Since meeting Raudel, I can more clearly see the power of one and the power of love.

Thank you Raudel for give me this possibility. I can’t wait to get back to Vegas again and spend some time in the presence of such a powerful loving man as he. Who knows I might even join him squatting on Fremont Street. I’ll start working on my Lotus position.

Your weave ruined my day


1988, life was great, summer of my senior year.  I was 18, tall and lean, and introduced to fake hair.  Her name was strong, her hair was long, she was dating a good friend of mine. I planned a trip, rented a whip(Car), I thought we’d have a great time. That’s not how it went.

Lashif and I decided to take our respective girlfriends to Great Adventure in Jackson New Jersey. I was dating a girl named Rhonda and his girlfriend was named Alexis. This was the biggest thing that I had ever planned involving others. So I was excited to be the host of a great day trip. We all enjoyed amusement parks, so this was a win,win,win,win situation, if such thing a exist.

The park was about an hour and a half ride from where we lived in Jersey. We wanted to spend the whole day at the park, so we left around 8 am that morning. By 10:30 we were in the park. I suggested that we start with the rides with the longest lines, this normally ment that these were the funnest rides. So we headed to the biggest and best roller coaster at that time.  We get to the entry point to the line , which was already about a 45 min wait, and Alexis and Rhonda both announce that they didn’t want to mess up their hair. When they first said it, I was quite sure what they meant. I thought they were talking about wearing a hat, a scarf or something. I didn’t want to even imagine that they  weren’t going to ride anything, and that’s  exactly what happen. That’s exactly what happen. They both refused to ride anything that moved fast or involved water. This pretty much covered all the fun rides.

Lashif and I were very upset about this, because we wanted to have a couples outing. It turned out that it was more like a guys night out , with female chaperones. Lashif and I rode all the good rides by ourselves and the girls just wanted for us. We also ende up cutting the day short because they weren’t enjoying themselves that much, but their hair looked good. Having good hair was more important to them than having a good time.

This was  the first time that I had ever experienced a woman not wanting to do something because she didn’t want to mes up her hair. I was really bothered by this. I didn’t know that a hair-do was so important. This was my first real encounter with fake hair and it was bad. It was after that I started to look for fake hair in black woman, because I was now assuming that all woman with fake hair weren’t fun. They are more concerned about how they look than about enjoying life.  Maybe this wasn’t true, but it was true for me at that time.

Fast forward, two years later I went to the Six Flag amusement park in Atlanta, this time with a white woman. There wasn’t a conversation about the up keep of her hair. She put it in a pony tail and we were off and running. We rode damn near every ride in the park. we even rode a few  of the roller coasters twice. we had a great time.

It really bothered me that I wasn’t able to have as good of a time with a black woman as I was with a white woman, and to know that it was due to the preservation of a hair do, made with fake hair.  After that I had many more experiences with black woman and the “Don’t Touch  My Hair”  rule.  There was this one sister that I dated that would get all glam up to go anywhere. Then when she got to where she was going she would try to move as little as possible, because she didn’t want anything to fall out-of-place.  Sometime these things happened with woman who had real hair, either way here again a hair-do was limiting my fun.

Am I the only one out there that has had experiences like this? I want to hear from you. Have any of you had to limit you fun because you were with someone who had a high maintenance hair-do that they didn’t want to mess up? I’m also open to hearing from some women who love their hair that much, fake or not. Talk to me people.