Monthly Archives: December 2015

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I met a man walking, on a long dusty road; he seemed to be burdened, with life’s heavy load. His hair was kind of shaggy, he’d been sleeping in his clothes; his shoes were old and weathered, not pretty, heaven knows.

I said, “Where are you going, on this hot sunny day”; he said, “I’m looking for heaven, and leave here I pray”. I said, “Please explain your reasons to die; before you leave this world and say good-by”. Then he said, “I’ll tell you and maybe you’ll see; but promise me that you won’t judge me”. You won’t know me, or understand my blues; until you have walked awhile in my shoes.
He said, “I was born into dire poverty; as rough a life, as ever can be”. My dad ran away, and my mother was cruel; and everyone else, called me the fool. I wandered the streets, when I was only nine; getting into trouble and wasting my time. I’ve been in many jails, throughout the years; had a lot of heartache, shed a lot of tears.
I’ve felt cold eyes, staring at me; by upper class people, and high society. I’ve met people who won’t, give me the time of day; who went into a big fine church, and kneeled down to pray.

Don’t people have compassion on the mentally ill; or be concerned, as to how do they feel. Don’t misunderstand me, I’ve done wrong too; I’m not perfect, but neither are you. I’m weary and tired, of life’s heavy load; not too many more days, will I walk this old road. By my outward appearance, I know I’m not much;
But how can you judge me, by clothes and the such?
Only God Loves me, this I believe; from this whole world, nothing I receive. But I am quite poor, from my presence they flee;
I’ve heard their cruel whispers, and slanders of me.
He now had stopped speaking, and he looked at my face; I saw a tear on his cheek, leaving it’s trace.
I was speechless and astounded, I spoke not a word; he slowly turned, and walked down that old road. I stood there just thinking, of the man I had met; and suddenly I loved him, my eyes were then wet.
Another human being, I’ll never judge nor condemn; cause he may have walked, where I’ve never been. How can I judge or condemn any man?; until in his shoes, I walk and I stand.

ANOTHER MANS SHOES –Unknown

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2 great models + 10° outside = 1 hot photo.

Even though it was cold as hell outside when I shot this you always have to follow the light! Thanks for committing @elle_in_eden @travisbluemling @europaeye

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The kiss of death welcomed them into a watery grave.

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This seemingly unforgettable hallway in Edwards Hospital is the place where loved ones stop and say goodbye to the people that they love as they are wheeled into surgery.

As the nurse stopped the wheels on my father’s bed from rotating, she looked at us and said, “kiss and hug him goodbye.” She then steps aside to give us about 2 feet of privacy. The vast hospital hallway seemed to immediately close down to the size of a child’s dollhouse. Intimate, small, comforting and claustrophobic all at the same time.

My family and I took a moment to share our last thoughts with my father, prayed over him and hugged him tightly. At 86 he is still so healthy, sharp, strong, and a total fighter.

His bed wheels began to roll again. This time they roll away from us and we can not follow. The surgery doors opened and then slowly closed behind him.

My dad’s heart needs a new valve. After 86 years of helping, loving and serving others, his valve is exhausted and tired from the fight.

As I sit and wait in the hospital lobby, I view this “hug and kiss hallway” photo with a variety of emotions, feelings and thoughts. All of which I will keep to myself but one.

I have been so blessed to have been raised, taught, held, hugged, supported, reprimand, encouraged, guided, and loved by my hero. #prayermatters

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