Saturday, March 1, 2014


Sharon McConnell-Dickerson

He grunts, pouts, stomps, blows till past the point of compassion and pity is not love and I can't help but think if your life of decent health and a wife and kids and a job and food to eat is so awful then you need to come up with a solution yourself in a room far from those attempting to appreciate the life around them.

But then if I complain I just become him.

So I walk out the door.

Today I am grateful for the choice we have to create, destroy or walk.
Freedom rocks.


Nana said...

You are so right.More people need to just walk.

Shea Goff said...

Oh, Nan. ;)