*Tooth Decay- Said to be the arch enemy of the teeth. Either live up to brushing your teeth or live down the road of shame when they become the feeding grounds to many bacteria. *

Hearing things like this would almost make you want to brush your teeth after every meal, side dish, and snack that you consume within a day, especially after every dentist supports the idea that bacteria is what eats away at your teeth, But the question is, “Is any of this really true??” Let’s look further into this. The first thing we want to know is “How does tooth decay happen?”

Professional dentists claim that tooth decay arises from when a person consumes a large amount of foods containing carbohydrates (sugars and starches) that is therefore stuck between the teeth. Bacteria within one’s mouth then feeds upon these items causing them to produce acid that decays the teeth.

Seems like a pretty legible story, but if we look further into this theory, we can see things that are contradictory to this case.

SALT

Salt is an amazing crystal like rock that can be seen in different areas like in medication, preservatives, even your kitchen table. Can the bacteria within our mouths eat this salt and cause teeth to decay? 

Bacteria needs certain elements to thrive and above all those elements is water. Well salt has a special property. It can undergo an action called Hygroscopy. This action is when a substance can attract and hold in water molecules from its surrounding environment through either absorption or adsorption with the absorbing or adsorbing material becoming physically changed somewhat. If Salt can do this, and bacteria causes tooth decay then when it enters our mouths, the salt should should kill the bacteria and therefore tooth decay would not occur. Bacteria needs water and with the salt performing Hygroscopy, the bacteria will therefore become dehydrated and die out, therefore nullifying the need for tooth paste. However, tooth decay still occurs so, can we really blame bacteria for the problem?

WHITE SUGAR/ WHITE FLOUR

On the sugar manufacturers website, one would see that it states, “Sugar incapacitates any microorganisms by its ability to attract water.”  

Sugar goes throughs a particular osmosis that prevents it from being eaten by any form of bacteria. If a bacteria attempts to eat upon sugar, the water maintaining the microorganism will flow from it to the sugar (However, the sugar concentration must be at at least 65% to do this). That’s why you have many things that are high in sugar that cannot spoil such as jellies, jams, and preserves. in fact,many white sugar and white flour (the main reasons for tooth decay) have been manufactured so this process can happen. So if these elements cannot be eaten outside of our mouths, what made dentists feel that they could be eaten within our mouths?? 

THE REASON

Because they are money hungry that’s why!! Dentists only gives a treatment towards tooth decay, but they never equip us with a prevention from tooth decay. Well… they do tell us to brush our teeth.

Now, brushing our teeth consists of us purchasing a tooth brush, tooth paste and at times floss, mouth wash and other things in which to refresh one’s mouth. And in the midst of us listening to our “Professional Dentists” we fail to see what we are actually doing to ourselves.

Tooth paste and mouth wash contain an element that people say help our teeth fight cavities but are really poisonous to our bodies. that that element is Fluoride. The following is a list of how fluoride affects the body:

1) It accumulates within our bones making them more brittle and prone to fracture.

2) It accumulates in our pineal gland,possibly lowering the production of melatonin; a very important regulatory hormone.

3) It damages the enamel causing dental fluorosis.

4) It kills healthy enzymes in the saliva that helps to remineralize soft spots on the teeth.

And the list goes on and on. This is what dentists are telling the public to use for better teeth but fluoride can’t possibly help the teeth if it causes all these complications. Studies also show that people who don’t use Fluoride have better teeth than those that do. In fact history shows that tribes within Africa, the caribbean, and Indian tribes have been known to eat starchy foods such as corn, potatoes, and rice and yet are not at all prone to the horrible decay. So you ask yourself, ” What can I do to prevent tooth decay?” Good question!

THE TRUTH

When thinking about if teeth are bones and we have to brush those, why is it that we don’t have to brush any other bones within our body? The reason being is that bones brittle not because of bacteria and a lack of brushing them. Bones brittle because of their lack of nutrients and minerals. Being that teeth are bones, they decay because we do not intake the minerals that we need to keep them strong against tooth decay.

These minerals include:

Vitamin A

Vitamin C

Vitamin D

Calcium

Phosphorus

and other valuable minerals. these things come from natural food like:

Raw milk

Raw grass

Yellow Butter

Organ meats

Bone Marrow

Farm raised Eggs (Especially yolk)

Dark leafy Greens

Broccoli

Oily fish (Sardines, Salmon, Herring, Mackerel, Anchovies)

Cod Liver Oil

And much more. Through the use of these foods, we can gain the minerals to not only stop tooth decay but even to reverse the effects of tooth decay once it hasn’t penetrated the core of the tooth. These are the things that the dentists don’t tell us. They will throw things like fluoride is good and brush daily but note this:

History has shown that past tribes have never used a tooth brush and yet it is statistically proven that they were less prone to tooth decay than we are.

We live in a fiscal society where everything is governed by seasonal patterns, law and order, and predictable outcomes. Dentists, toothpaste/brush manufacturers, floss makers, and mouth wash developers all depend on consumers to purchase these irrelevant items in order to keep money flowing in their pockets. Get yourself out the system; help yourself; prevent the decay. For any questions pertaining to this view, hit up my twitter (Jadu88), or my inbox (Johnisdupuis@yahoo.com).

It is said that the average person uses only ten percent of their brain capacity. This sparks my curiosity and brings about many questions that I have pending answers for. 

Because it’s the “average person” that only uses ten percent, does that mean that people above the average uses more?

How would one know when someone is using over ten percent?

Is there a limit to what you can do once 100% has been attained?

Has anyone even gotten to 100%??

If a tree falls and no one is around to here it, does it make a sound?? ( I just threw that one in there lol)

These are just a few of many questions that go on through my head when I think of this. Also, it makes you think about brain capacity of one individual in comparison to another. think about this:

The smartest man in the world and the dumbest man in the world are in a testing room. Now it is said that we use 10% of our brain, So in a technical sense as smart as the smart guy is, he is using only 10% of his brain as is the dumb man. does that mean that the smart man has a larger brain capacity than the dumb man?! It’s almost like a bucket and a glass. A glass is filled halfway and the bucket is filled halfway. Of course the bucket has more water than the glass. Now You fill both of these up to its maximum volume and no matter which you slice it, the bucket is always going to hold more water than the glass. now I’m overlooking some details such as perhaps the smart man is using more than 10% of his brain and the dumb man is using less than 10% of his brain, than again, maybe not. If it is true that we all have a fluctuating variety of brain capacities, then that would suggest that there are a set of brainiacs amongst the Earth whom other men cannot ever reach their pinnacle of knowledge, making the brainiacs elites within society.

But how would we know who these people are?

How would they know who they are?

Maybe the use of our brain could enable us to possess supernatural powers like telekinesis, pyrokinesis, technokinesis, and whatever other mind abilities there are. 

Keep in mind that these are just theories that are comprised of this one statement. In fact, the statement itself could be false. Take this for instance:

if we use only 10% of our brain that means 90% is just taking up space within our heads. So, if we removed that 90%, would we be able to function with 10% of our brain?? I think not. But although there are no scientific proof for the statement, there is technically no scientific proof against it (Only statements of why it is possibly false). Many neuroscientists laugh at the myth of the use of only 10% of your brain. But what if it is true?

What if the best of mankind’s abilities is only yet to come?

What if we are only using 10% of our brain’s functions??

Is college really worth the trouble??

Let’s think about it:

College Pros

Could possibly gain a job

Have a degree which makes you specialized in a field

Develop good social and academic skills

Increase qualifications to make you a well rounded person

Building upon your future

College Cons

Gain loans that may possibly take 25 yrs to life for you to pay off

There something called being over qualified for a job. When someone has a certain degree, they must be paid in coherence to it. If the job can’t do it, then your gone.

You may not earn instant money once you graduate

You miss out on many things within life by taking time out of it to study

The work is stressful!!

With today’s modern day and age, the only thing that the economy is worried about is efficiency and advancement. Many organizations are looking for people who can think quickly and analytically in order to make there products better in the eyes of its many consumers. And now that so many people are taking out loans, people with degrees are a common entity, making the Bachelor’s Degree very minute in value. Companies want more aside from the piece of paper that says that ” I have completed the amount of credits needed to be specialized in BLah BLah BLah.” Also some of the lessons that college gives its students can be learned outside of the University’s walls. So let’s face it, college has become less of an insurance and more of a gamble. 

On the other hand, college does present much information that enhances the mind and increases knowledge. It also allows one the opportunity to connect with other individuals on a personal level; very high and powerful individuals at that. But a lot of these individuals hadn’t gone to college themselves. They instead became entrepreneurs, analysts, innovators, creators, and inventors and with their mind set on new frontiers, became successful. If there’s anything that I’ve reinforced as a life lesson within college, it’s that it’s not what you know, it’s who you know, street smarts is greater than or equal to book smarts, depending upon how it’s used, and What you put into something is what you get out (At times). So is college really worth the trouble??

Chapter Five: The Journey (Part Two)

So here I am… On a train… that has passed my stop. What in the world was I supposed to do?! I have no way of knowing how to get back, I’m short on cash, and it’s late as hell!! So I did the only thing that I knew that could be done … . . I asked the conductor how to get back to New Brunswick. He stated that all I had to do was get off at Princeton Junction and take a train going in the opposite direction (sounds easy enough …). So the train makes it’s stop and I get off out into the dark station that awaited me; Princeton Junction. Now let me tell you, Princeton Junction is unlike any other train station that I have seen. Usually train stations are vibrant and busy. You can tell from the constant flow of people dispersing from and filling up the trains as it just makes it’s way into the station. It stays for but a brief minute before heading off again. This station was a desolate wasteland.

Beyond the station’s tracks was a dark abyss awaiting the next soul to devour. There were no cars, no talking, no buildings… there was nothing and no one. This made me feel even more uneasy than Newark Train station because although it’s not always safe, there is civilization. I could get shot and I can almost ensure that someone would see me on the ground and call 911. This was not like that at all. If you get shot here, best believe…  nobody is finding your ass. So with that in mind, I was cautious. The first thing that I tried to do was get across the track but how could I if I didn’t know how to maneuver around the station to the other side?? So, like crossing the street… I looked left… I looked right… I looked left again… and I ran across those tracks fast (Nobody ever ran fast like I ran fast). Once I made it across the tracks I called three people; My sister, my roommate, and my girlfriend. I wanted to let them know where I was so that if anything had happened to me that was terminal, they would know where I was and roughly at what time the event had happened. Lastly, I needed to get home.

Now I had money in my pocket that could’ve gotten me a ticket… but I wanted to save it. Paying for a ticket just to go to the next stop over was not logical to me. So I just said that I’d sit in the train and wait for the train to get to the next stop. So all that was left for me to do was wait. And that’s what I did… for about an 45 minutes. When the train finally arrived, I jumped inside making an attempt to stick to the plan… that didn’t last very long. A short, white man with gray hair pulled back came up to me and asked me for my ticket. I panicked!! With an attempt to get out of purchasing one I pretended to look for the ticket that he was asking for (Of course… we all know that I didn’t have one). I searched my front pockets, I searched my back pockets, I even searched my bag. I then finally told him that I can’t find it. While doing that I noticed that another conductor had made his way behind me. He asked me where I was trying to go and I told him Newark (Had to throw him off. He couldn’t know that I wanted to go to the next stop over, he would have figured me out!!). I figured that they would have just thrown me off at the next stop, which is the stop I needed, and I would’ve been fine.

Boy was I wrong again… In no time at all, the man pulled out a paper stating the prices every stop and told me $13.25. Now in my head I said hell no!! but on the outside I stayed composed. Then I did the random search for my money. With a bit of bass in his Italian accented voice he asked, “What?! You don’t have any money?!” Now I knew that these were guys that I did not want to piss off. The conductor behind me was macho. A really big looking guy (Must have been the bronze of the situation). And the short Italian guy looked like he was the head of some mafia and call his posse at any time. So I told him that I did have money and with ripping pride gave him the last of my cash to head home. After getting off the train I ended the night by sharing a shuttle bus with a crowd of drunk party hooligans to my dorm. I got back to my dorm around late one-ish to early two-ish. The night was still young and people were leaving to hit their party extravaganzas, but not me. The only thing I was hitting, was my bed.

Chapter Five: The Journey (Part One)

It was a Saturday evening. My girlfriend, Marissa McCoy (M&M) and I had a blissful time at my dorm, but it was time for her to head home and being that I had to go in her direction to a house in Newark. I decided to come along with her. Her cousin Chanel Picked us up and dropped me to the house of Shanaya Burke. She was celebrating her 16^th birthday and I needed to go there to attain information on a particular event. I went there, celebrated with her for the new year that she gained and chilled with her family, particularly her brothers, Steven and David. After all the talking, eating, and catching up was through, it was time for me to head back home. I for one had no idea how I was getting back to New Brunswick but I was determined to find a way (Either that or sleep on the streets!!). I was delighted when I heard Steven say that he would give me a ride to the train station. Of course I took the offer, but little did I know that getting to my dorm was going to be harder than I had anticipated. He dropped me off and we said our good byes. I soon went into the train station and bought my ticket. There was only one problem; I had no idea which track I had to go on!!

The train was coming soon and I needed to know. I went up to one man and he said it was track three. I hastily went to track three and asked an individual who was waiting there if track three was where I needed to be (I needed conformation). He said “Oh, you’re on the wrong side. You need to be on track four.”… . Wait… Did he just say TRACK FOUR!! The last guy told me TRACK THREE!!  I asked a good 1500 people (15 people) on third told me track three, another told me track four, and the last third told me to check the train monitor ( Like that shit was helping me!!). I was caught between a rock, a mule, and a hard place. I said that I was going to ask at least one more person and that’s when I stumbled upon two guys (black, gangsta looking guys with hood attire at night time = WALK AWAY!!). I asked them about the train and they said that they didn’t know.

 So I walked away as fast as I could. As I was walking, one of them stopped me. He was average height and had dreads. He asked, “Where are you trying to go?” I said “New Brunswick.” He said, “Oh…  How much money do you have in your pocket?” Now once I heard something like that, saw where this was about to go. He waited for an answer as his tall, slim jim, looking friend hovered over us. I quickly lied and answered “I have like… a dollar and some change (It was like 6 dollars).” He stared at me hard and said, “Really? That’s all the money in your pocket??” I told him, “Yeah. I used the last bit of my money to pay for my ticket.” Then he stated, “So if I search your pockets right now, all you’re gonna have is a dollar?” I stuck with the lie and told him, “yea!” while shaking my head (I had hoped the emphasis from my head-shaking gesture would ensure that he would believe me…).

He looked at me again with this rock hard face for what seemed to last for days. Then with a pat on my shoulder, he said, “Alright then. Have a good night.” And walked away. I had definitely dodged a bullet and with some more guidance from others (non- gangster looking people), I made it to my train. I was finally going to make it home from this epic quest to catch the right train. I was comfortably on the train awaiting my stop but it seems that of all the people to not trust, I shouldn’t have trusted myself. Within 10 to 15 minutes, I had fallen asleep and woke up to a train conductor telling me if I am where I’m supposed to be. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and asked him if we were still approaching New Brunswick. He said, “No sir, New Brunswick was our last stop. We are now headed to Princeton Junction.” … Wait… DID HE JUST SAY PRINCETON JUNCTION!! Great.. Now how was I going to get home?!

TO BE CONTINUED…

Chapter Four: The First Night (Part Two)

So there we were… six of us and a crowd of people about to pay for this seemingly uninteresting frat party. The guy asked us for the cash and as me and Marv began to pull out the little money that our parents gave us in order for us to “spend wisely”, One of the guys came out and said “Don’t take anymore people there’s no more space.” In my heart I was a bit relieved at the fact because this get-together [do I dare say “party”?] did not look like a good investment. So we went on our way and began to walk the streets and back to the clown car that we all had to fit into once again. We were all talking and pretty soon Suggestions for alcohol came into the car discussion. Now I’m not that big of an alcohol consumer. So when suggestions for alcohol was stated I was hands-down against it because I wasn’t about to pay for something that I’m hardly going to partake from. However it was later stated that someone else was paying for the booze and so I was content. We parked the car and while some got the drinks, I, along with others went to the chicken shack because I was famished (Definitely not drinking anything on an empty stomach). We made it back to Livingston where we played a particular game called Kings. Within this game a set of playing cards were situated in a circle upside-down so the identity of the card isn’t shown. For each number, there was a different representation in which someone had to take a drink. It went as follows:

A- Everyone drinks

King- Everyone drinks

Queen- Questions

Jack- Rule

10- Categories

9- Rhyme

8- Date

7- Heaven

6- Chicks

5- Guys

4- Floor

3- Me

2- You

We were all having a great time, everyone had their 4 lokos while I had my smirnoff (I told you I that I don’t drink hard). And the game was pretty entertaining. We all laughed joked around and had a great time… and Marv had his first Four Loko that night [I think we all know what happened to him lol]. We then went to Ariel’s dorm where we chilled, talked, and watched television. But there always has to be a party ruiner. There was one dude in there that was so drunk, he was just blurting out random shit and flirting with every girl in the room. He kept moving around while people were talking and was being annoying. If it wasn’t  for my home training, I would have went over to him, slapped him on the back of the head and said, “Like come on man, SHUT UP!!” But we managed to get him out of the room by devising a plan that we all made. What we all did was leave saying goodbye to Ariel. We stated that we were all going to go back to our separate dorms, so he obviously had to leave too. Once, he was gone and the place was secure we all high-tailed it back to Ariel’s room to continue our chill time. We then said our goodbyes and left. Going back to the dorm, I knew that this night was only the beginning.

Chapter Four: The First Night (Part One)

My first night at Rutgers University… this night was a very intriguing one. It involved me and my roommate, H.S. friend, and hombro Marvin Limage [Marv for short]. Marv and I were extremely bored… With my first night, I wouldn’t know much that was going on because I lacked people and connections. However, I did know other freshmen who knew people and that’s how this story takes place. Marv said that there was always a good time happening on College Avenue [Which is practically the city life of Rutgers University]. So we decided to go there and see what adventures awaited us on that campus. However there was one problem… We lived on Livingston Campus and had neither a car nor knew of bus routes that would take us to where we needed to go. We were stuck!! Just when I thought that all hope was lost… …RING RING RING!! I get a call on my phone. It was Leslie-Danielle Harris [I initially got the pleasure of naming her L.D. for short]. She too, is a freshman attending Rutgers and invited me to join her in finding a place to party on College Ave. Marv and I quickly accepted and met her down the stairs and outside walking with others. Some of these others included Lucille Brown [L.D.’s cousin; Lucy for short], Ariel Marie, and Rebecca Gereke [The last two are freshmen also]. We were all getting there by car and Lucy was driving however Lucy had a 5 seater and all of us (6 people) were not going to be able to fit within this car but somehow we made it work. We made it to College Ave and found a frat party that we had to pay money for. Now I didn’t mind paying but by the looks of it, it did not look enjoyable. It was a white frat with people standing around drinking beer and talking to each other. What an amazing night!! -_-…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Chapter Three: The Freedom to Be

 I cant believe it!! It’s May 6^th 2010… the day of my high school graduation!!! I can remember it now. The crazy time my sister and I took to get ready, my mother’s constant rushing, and the fact that Zadshire and I walked in extra late!!… But at this point within my High School career, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the previous work that I was getting during the time that High school was coming to a close. I didn’t care about whether the teachers were teaching the curriculum or instructing us on how to get a high by sniffing chalk dust, and I certainly didn’t care if I was late for my graduation and all eyes were on me. Within an hour, it was gonna be all over. We introduce everyone’s colleges, make some applauses, and listen to alumni. In my head, I’m hoping that the universe would somehow allow earth to spin faster so that time could speed up! 10 minutes… 20 minutes… 30minutes… at 40 minutes, I was about ready to pull my hair out!! Any second, I was gonna march up there, grab my diploma, steal a car, and ride off into the sunset, but then I heard, “ I’d like everyone to stand and receive your diplomas as I call your name.” FINALLY!! You took so damn long!! When my name was called, I diligently walked to the front to grab my diploma.

Those steps were amazing. Within each step I grew closer to ending it all: The constant bickering of teachers and coaches. The punishments I would usually get for any offenses that I’ve done. The High School haters that just decided not to like me before getting to know me… ALL OF IT!! And I was growing closer to my freedom.Once I got the diploma, My family and I celebrated at Red Lobster (MmM Mmm mMm!!). My next stop was Rutgers University in New Brunswick, NJ. And I thought that once I got there, it was gonna be all partying, late nights, and constant socializing. However, as the summer progressed. I began to reconnect with my beginning goal: Engineering. I knew that if I wanted to get that degree, I had to buckle down and knuckle up. I began to see to see that my life isn’t all about constant fun, but also about seeing between right and wrong. This was the time for me to find myself, and experience a lot of many different things, but not all things are worth experiencing. I just think about the pride that my parents have in me, the fact that I might be one of the few in my family (extended) to make a career for myself, and the happiness and joy I will experience when I attain my successful life. These aspects are the very things that kept me from picking up a drug or overdrinking at a party. As I was going into college, I was going there a new man- One who has decided what he really wants for himself and one who doesn’t take advantage of the freedom he is given.

“With freedom, comes responsibility.

~Ja-D~