And so it is...
Those lives which live within us all.
Remembering the trip, but never the fall.

Corellating energy, through my body.
This is a me of a different variety.

Choices, decisions, lives to be lived.
Never remember the hurt. Too late to forgive.

To be satisfied or satiated. It's never enough.
He who lives life, like the fullest of cups.

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Today is turning out to be a fantastic day!

I work in an Elementary School, as a teacher assistant. Today, on a complete whim, I decided to throw it out there at our staff meeting that if teacher's would like me to come in and talk to their classes about Cystic Fibrosis, organ donation and transplantation to raise awareness, I'd love to do so! Many ( Read more... )

Well, here I am, out of a "funk" that was tormenting me for the past few days It's funny how I always feel a twinge of guilt now, when I get down or in a bad mood. Dating a lung transplant recipient who has CF, I feel like nothing in this world should be bad enough to drag me down, to make me feel like crap. Then I especially feel bad if I end up ( Read more... )