I see you come in,
each and every day.
I make you your breakfast,
and watch you walk away.
With butterflies in my stomach,
my hands begin to shake. 61 more words
Last Friday night, our neighbors Julie and Bruce closed off our block, set up card tables and tents, blew up a jumpy-trampoline-thing, and even hired a local band–all to celebrate (belatedly) Harrison’s sixth birthday and his last day of treatment for acute lymphoblastic leukemia. 118 more words
“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.”
That old truism has long been debunked. People who are prone to low self-esteem (such as teenagers) usually can not just ignore comments about their weight or their looks made from their peers (as in, … 897 more words
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.” 195 more words