Remember the rickets?
And the bubbles?
As of a week ago I could barely remember how those two things felt.
And on a whim I initiated spending time with a guy that I barely know, and suddenly I feel again. 145 more words
I have a dream. My dream is not nearly as important or memorable as Martin Luther King Jr.’s; my dream won’t be taught to generations of students as the pinnacle of justice and empowerment. 718 more words
Everyone wants to be loved. Everyone wants that experience of having someone see straight through to their very core and know them beyond the surface of their masks. 1,091 more words