Drowning Again
It is fallacy we believe that if we are dying people pay more attention.
the emotional orphan
sine amore nihil sum
sine amore nihil sum
It is fallacy we believe that if we are dying people pay more attention.
I aspire to be a Good Man. I succeed some days. I fail others, but I keep trying. I do however, have a pulse and have learned to at least be honest in my appraisal. The days I am feeling sorry for myself or falling victim to the negative thinking and low self esteem that lies in residence in my head waiting to paralyze or sabotage any forward progress I am more aware and don’t have to deny it any more. Get over it or under it is my choice.
When feeling a little bitter, I find myself wishing those evil politicians, corporations or bankers would get exactly what they deserve. And sometimes they do. As evidenced here ,and that in itself it may be a miracle.
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For Jack Varnell, the best Christmas ever consisted of him roaming the streets of Atlanta, knocking on cardboard houses, and handing out peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.
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Tom Matlack finds unconditional love through a series of in-the-moment connections with friends and family.
At night I stroke my wife’s hair as she snuggles into my chest. I don’t really know how it started or why I continue. I sometimes wonder if I was a wild cat—beasts that take great care in grooming each other—in another life. But the very action of touching my wife’s hair at the end of every day soothes me and connects me to what is most important.
There was no spin. No angle then. They had no press secretaries, ad agencies, or need for image consultants.
