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March 10 - March 14, 2025
The blue striped walls were carefully hand painted with all the hopes and dreams of two parents awaiting their firstborn son. Those hopes suffocated in that room, and those stripes looked more like prison bars to all of us.
Speaking of weapons--prayers count.
She’s always upbeat and tries to cheer me up, but asking me to jump on the “woo-woo train” is going too far.
When I’m calm, she relaxes; it’s sad how that is...a responsibility that I forget about too often.
“The two most important days of a man’s life are the day he is born and the day he finds out why.”
She wrote her feelings in ink--recorded her hopes, her dreams. She spilled out the good stuff, and bled out the bad.
Resentment is a slippery form of evil. I mustn't take that path; there are no handrails.
her mind had gone in a circle chasing the squirrels of fear,
"Squirrels of fear." The most terrifying of squirrels.
I dream of the place where hope exists in a person.
To lose a leg is nothing compared to losing one's heart. Being crippled by physical trauma, the pain in my spine...is nothing compared to being crippled by shame and guilt.
White frothing waterfalls rush to the edge of perilous cliffs, sacrificing themselves to the joy of the fall.
