This is awesome!!! Not sure why this was posted on this telephone pole but I like it. I’m certain it made many other days as it did mine. It made me literally stop and think. Someone went out of there way to make this, to find this perfect place that many would see it & hang it.
Thank you Chad (bestest cousin ever!!!) for texting me every single day to check on me and keep my spirits high. I love you! Remember you are never alone & puppies are cute!
Got into Las Vegas earlier today. Caught a quick dinner with some friends, walked about and gambled for a bit.
As we were walking back to the hotel I saw this less fortunate man pushing a wheelchair walking about the streets alone. His shirt read, “I haven’t won my millions yet!” Rather fitting for where I am. How true and most of us won’t. What we have to remember is ‘our millions’ isn’t always financially. Being rich is having friends and family. People to tell us ‘I love you’. Support from those surrounding us. People to hold us while we cry. Laugh with us. Through all my struggles I still feel and believe I’ve already hit my millions. Thank you to all those who’ve made me rich.
This is Alex. We met working together. I managed and he was the sous chef. Three years later we have a great friendship. We’ve spent many nights cruising the country side, waffle house, nicknames, cat bites, laughter, hugs & a bond that time can only enhance.
I’m not sure how the name ‘boo bear’ came about but it stuck. So much so that other co workers began calling him by this.
Boo bear is the type of person who would do anything for anyone, people like that are hard to find these days. No matter what we always manage to have so much fun together!
Thank you for being such a great friend. A true friend. Thank you for always being there. Though….admit it, my way of doing asparagus on the grill is pretty amazing 😉 Love You Boo Bear!!
Shot on one of those amazing Waffle House nights.
Every two weeks I find myself here. Sitting. Waiting. Hoping. Doctors are nothing new for me. Familiar to the point of annoyance. Hospitals, just the same. I’ve fought my way through. Ten surgeries solidified the end of one ailment and the beginning of another. Its almost habitual now. To be there. Know the routine. The “hurry up and wait” moment. I don’t mind it so much now as I did then. The hardest is watching the kids come through. Hearing their quiet sobs because they don’t understand what is going on or why they go through the pain. If I could, I would take it all on for them.
Thank you to all health care professionals for taking the time to study, learn, love, care, hope & treat.
Tonight I thought about myself. I thought about my mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate making them. Sometimes they’re just embarrassing, like when you mess up a part of a speech in class. Other times they hurt yourself, like when you burn yourself or bury your car in snow because you were driving too fast. I’ve never minded those much. The worst though, are when they hurt other people, especially when they hurt those you care about. Think about it. Some word you said or some action you did caused pain or stress or worry or anger to someone you care about or someone you love. It can be such a little action, something you normally wouldn’t think twice about. But it can still hurt someone. And when you see that you’ve hurt them, it’s the worst feeling in the world. And the only thing you can do is say sorry and hope that you can make things better in some way. And you learn to be mindful of what you do and how it affects everyone around you. You start to pay attention. You start to care a little more. And you think about those mistakes.