The pair of wheels beneath my seat
moving with help from my peddling feet.
The thoughts within my brain
make me wonder if the guilt and pain will ever wane.
The headphones on my head
help my expression not to be easily read
as the rain covers any and all trace
of the salt water running down my face.
The customer during the holiday season that not only paid for his own order, but for the man's ahead of him. That was a wonderfully touching thing to witness.
And that not everyone is as lucky as I am. There are many who never made it to my age. I will never forget that.
Walter Denesha and Nick Konkler. One was murdered a couple years ago, the other passed a couple months ago due to leukemia. I didn't know either myself, but I was friends with Walter's older sister, and, the last year of Nick's life, I FELT like I knew him. My whole school came together--I've NEVER seen that before--to support him and his family. If I had had the money, I'd have given as much as I could to help him win his fight for the THIRD time, but I don't know if that would have been enough.
Sadly, deaths of wonderful children with hearts of gold happen almost daily. Doesn't our higher power (whoever you believe in: Allah, the Christian God, the Pagan God and Goddess or some other God or Goddess or higher being) understand that we need MORE of these selfless, loving people in our world- not less?
Ummm lemme check my British-English to American-English translator in my brain... crisps are like Lay's and Frito's and Doritos and stuff right?
In that case, crisps, which we call chips over here...
Ummm tea: loose leaf or bagged?
Just found this thread, and it is lovely indeed. My favorite toppings for toast are also butter and honey or butter and orange marmalade. Yum! I don't eat white bread anymore, so mine goes on toasted whole wheat or dark rye.
It is okay to be against war...
but why do so many hate on soldiers who are only doing what they can... to keep us free?
I can't stand war, I wish with all my heart for a day when peace, true peace, is possible, but that does not mean I don't love and respect every single one of our men and women in uniform, both retired and active duty.
...been thinkin' about this a lot...
I can't answer for everyone in general, but in my opinion, when I no longer have any passion for life and no one I love is around anymore, then and only then, will life no longer be worth living. Which, for me, is a moot point. I love the whole of the human race (except those who harm, you know who and what kind of person I speak of) even if we are wasteful and, at times, rather stupid. I love the whole Earth and her blessings of life and sustenance. There will never be a point in time when there is no one around me I love.
Same question.
My elementary (or primary) school music teacher was Mr. C... Christiansen... I learned to play the recorder and the ukulele in his classes, grades 3-5. He kick-started my love of choir, because each grade was their own choir... such small class sizes back then, lol. Maybe 100, hah. He was kind and a little silly, as I remember it, but very respectful... patient and, of course, strict in a not-strict way... ya know? Umm Char in middle school (or junior high as some may know it), grades 6-8, had a love for Charlie Chaplin, the Beatles and Elvis that was insanely catching. We watched numerous Beatles movies and a Charlie Chaplin silent film, as well as My Fair Lady on odd days when we weren't singing. His style was a bit more pop culture oriented than most choir directors'... we even did "Eye of the Tiger" once with him on guitar... Choir in middle school kept me mostly afloat. It kept me coming to school and it got me out of bed. Music became one of my passions and my escape. Seventh grade was the first time I wrote a song :) It sucked, but I wrote it, so it was awesome, lol.
