why?

is it a color?

a time of day?

a character trait?

a verb?

a sound?

Samuel was the one I could go to, the one that would calm me down when filled with rage and anger, trying to force its way into hate. Then I'd see that face. He loved me, no matter how I was feeling. He'd look up at me, I'd slow down, then we'd run.

Up to the apple trees, when they were bare I'd give him a loose branch, if there were apples, ripe or not, I would toss him one wait a minute, and take off again.

With Samuel, I could forget everything that plagued my mind only minutes before.

Why be alive and not live? Why throw away the magnificent opportunity to live out our lives. The gift of life should not be wasted. We mourn when any life ends. We mourn in a different way when a life lived ends. A life lived for God, a life full of love, is a life that is celebrated. If not on Earth, it is in heaven.

I step out the door in my jersey and shorts and immediately

I am hit with the cold autumn breeze.

I breathe it in.

It's refreshing.

I can take the cold for this feeling, refreshment

I wonder what else that applies to?

why am I afraid?

Humiliation?

not meeting standards

ha

if I could

getting more disappointed looks

why are you here?

he tells us, to ask ourselves