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“I’m involved when others get involved.”

the people

We as a human species love the idea of existing. So much so, at times we have lives that are not worth living, yet we still love the idea of waking up each morning. So when people are in need of help and there is a threat of death for helping, you can understand why some don’t assist. It’s so easy to throw out the word coward, but until you’ve been in that position, can you say for certain who is a coward? We would all like to think that we are these brave souls, until something bad happens to us.

not getting involved

Have you ever been on a train or somewhere else in public where someone is being harassed? On a human level you want to get involved, but on a human level self-preservation kicks in and you care about yourself. I mean think about it, who want to try helping someone and get shot or stabbed in the process. So, for the most part we stand aside not saying anything. Or we ignore the situation like it sin’t going on in front of us. What’s interesting, is once we see a brave sole get in, then we follow behind. But we need that extra push to compel ourselves to help.

mass tragedy

Even we are so built on self-preservation as a species, during much bigger incidents we assist. During the September 11th terrorist attacks, people we assisting each other all over the ground zero area near the World Trade Towers, as well as the Pentagon. So it strikes me as odd that we steer away from smaller incidents than bigger incidents. Maybe because the smaller incident is not seen as our problem, and a bigger incident could easily be our problem. On other hand, so could the smaller incident. All I know is that we have a society based around watching things take place out of self-preservation, but the fear of death is always looming; so very few involve themselves.

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I am from Racine, Wisconsin where I was raised until I graduated high school back in the year 2006. That entire time growing up in my mother's house, I was a student athlete. My goal was to embark on a general business career or athletics. But injuries through sports stopped a sports path, so I decided upon business with a focus in marketing. While attending undergraduate school at University of Wisconsin-Parkside, I began to write screenplays in my senior year. At first it was for fun, but I quickly learned writing allow me to transfer negative energy into characters I created. This led to a decrease in depressing mood swings, which in turn boosted my quality of life. After undergraduate school in May of 2011, I move to New York City for graduate school. While pursuing my MBA, I continued to write screenplays, but always wanted to write novels as well. I finished graduate school back in the year 2014, but wrote screenplays until I began thinking of my first short film, first First Day Fears. While finishing my fifth feature length screenplay, I started to write my first novel this year. So far, I have finished my first short film and working on my next one (Freedomless Speech), and recently self published my first novel (The Boy Who Could Talk To God) and short stories book (Faheem Jackson Short Story Collection Volume 1). My feature length screenplays have been put on temporary hold to finish my short films and books, but I am making good progress on my sixth feature length screenplay. With year 2017 ending, I am currently writing my novel Precinct 86 and Faheem Jackson Short Story Collection Vol. 2. I have started teaching myself photography and will pursuing that by summer of 2018, along with my videography, podcast later on, and more research for my documentary.

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