On The First Day

When I was little and got into trouble, my Mother would, at times, give me what was called a "whoopin'." But there were those days where I would get into trouble, and the anticipation of her giving me my physical consequence stirred me up so much that I would cry; so hard that my brothers would laugh at me and make fun of me. And so, my Mother would take me into her room, with a belt in hand. Only this time and every time i cried and was made fun of, she would lay me down in her bed and hold me and tell me how much she loved me and hated giving me a whoopin'. And On The First Day that that happened, I felt truth in my Mothers love for me...




When i was 13, my Mother was diagnosed with cancer of the lymphnodes. Developed from pneumonia, the doctors caught the disease too late and it had spread throughout her body in just 3 months. She would need to be hospitalized and treated as soon as possible and as much as possible. All the while, I had my national tournaments for basketball going on; traveling from state to state and competing for what I thought was my life. In between commutes I would ask my Step-Father how she was doing. He finally got to telling me that she wasn't going to make it and if I could, I would need to fly back to see her before she died. I stayed. She passed and I couldn't believe my selfishness. All because I didn't want to cry anymore and have to feel the heaviness of losing the only women in my life. And On The First Day that I got back home, I told myself that I needed to find truth in my love for my family and put them first before any of my personal goals and aspirations...

When i was 18 years old, I met peace and my first guitar. Named after my Mother's middle name, Marie, I never put her down; played her until I slept at night. All I could dream about was music and the sound that I would produce the next day. And On The First Day that i decided that I wanted to embark in music, i made a promise that I would only be happy, all the time...

When i was 19, I met my girlfriend and love of my life. Park Avenue was lit up more than ever that night. It still stands; $5 goes a long way. I had no idea that her simple generosity at a bar would lead me to loving her. What if I would've never seen her that night? I couldn't imagine. She is everything and more; an omniscient being in the ways of my heart. After finding out what she had gone through and was continuing to go through, all I wanted to do was help her and be there for her. I have never wanted to do something so simple for someone. That is all I've been looking for; for someone to bring the simplicity out of me and my heart. Yes she's feisty, impatient, and a true stress maker at times but Nicolina-Beth Walker loves me, Evan Taylor Jones. And On The First Day that I kissed her, I thanked her for blessing me with another shot at love...




What's your story? What happened for you On The First Day? Today is a new day, a new year and each moment deserves a new joyous memory. Drink a little drink. Smoke a little smoke. Be Merry and devote yourself to love!

Happiest New Year,

Evan