Peace, Hope and Harold
My sister gave me this. I wear it constantly. I hope for some peace.
I'm still excited about 2007, it's only a few days old and I'm hopeful for the future for two reasons.Reason One
So the big thing in NYC is this 50 year-old guy, Wesley Autry, jumps onto the train tracks to save the life of a kid he doesn't know. The train rolls over both of them and his two daughters, four and six, are sure he's dead. But it turns out, Autry pushed himself and this guy into this pit full of sewage as the train rolled over both of them. They're both fine.
I still believe that people as a whole are a bunch of selfish scumbags
. I should know, I'm one of them. That's why when something like this happens, an entire jaded city of 11 million plus takes note.
They just re-did
experiments and the results were the same. What a freaking
disappointment. But you've got singular people like Autrey who, when asked why he did what he did, shrugs and says, "I thought the guy needed help."Reason Two
I have a plant that my family brought over from Asia. His name is Harold (yes, I name my plants - trust me, that's the least of my oddities).
He's been with me for over a decade. When my ex moved in with me, her two cats used him like a #$@@# salad buffet so I put him outside where my upstairs neighbor promptly dropped buckets of cement on him.
Harold's been a nasty mess for months now but this morning, I noticed that he was growing new shoots.
It's beautiful outside right now.
Blue skies above; cold, clear air below.
If you don't have blue skies where you are now, I assure you, you will.
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