I haven’t posted in a while, but since I’ve been home, life has been very simple. Sleep, wake up, eat, dress, drive my sister to her gymnastics practice, drive back, eat, undress, sleep. 1,007 more words
I don’t think I view death correctly. Every single time someone I know dies I immediately ask myself the question of why? Why would a God of love allow something bad to happen to someone I view as undeserving of death. 191 more words
As every one knows, the beach is made mostly of sand: fine sand, thick sand.
Mr Martino used to walk many miles every morning and while walking he mostly looked down at the sand and at his feet. 358 more words