From the Sidewalk

Such a beautiful, flowing voice. Made me cry the first time I watched it, makes me tear up everytime. No one should be a stranger to love. People who deprive that right from others are just sick.

I had a dream last night. A little girl told me she recieved a parcel in the mail that wasn’t hers. She wanted to return it to the owner herself so she can see how happy he was to get it. I told her it was too far and offered to take her to the post office. She declined. She & I spent three days to get to the owner’s residence area. She was tired from all the walking, but wanted to deliver the pacel right away. I told her to rest for a few minutes before crossing over the railroad tracks and ring the doorbell. So we rested. We replenished our energy, got up and headed for the owner’s house. She was excited and ran across the railroad tracks. Then out of nowhere, not a train, but a plane crashed into her. (i don’t know why a plane. it was a dream. calm down.) She obviously died and never got to see the man’s expression as he recieved his parcel.

I woke up and thought, “That was MY fault. If only I’d let her just ring that doorbell just a bit sooner, she need not have died.” I realized hat things like this happen everyday. People have bad luck and timing. “Wrong time at the wrong place” they say. Yet, the world goes round and the ones that remain keep on going. Today, I made a kid smile. I gave him a piece of candy. He said, “Thanks! I’m going to save this one and give it to my sister.”

Tonight, I know i’m going to see that little girl in my dream again. I know she’ll have a piece of hard candy in her mouth and smile at me and say, “Thanks!” and we’ll go deliver that darned parcel.

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Everytime I happen across this site I click the little red x on the top right corner of the browser with tears streaming down my face. For the pessimists of the world: There are beautiful people out there who have hearts full of compassion, hope, and fluttery emotions that give off that warm aura. For the optimists of the world: YOU ARE THOSE PEOPLE. People shouldn’t be strangers to love. It’s a feeling that is as abundant as hate, greed, envy. It’s a feeling that should not be bottled in to yourself. Unlike the evils, when you uncork the bottle of love, it returns tenfold. So start spreading the love :) Love yourself, love others, love that goddamn annoying booger nose that sits next to you in math class. one small act of kindness at a time.

There are many, many sidewalks in the world no? And someone’s been on every sidewalk. With each sidewalk comes a story, and from each person that’s been on a sidewalk, is a story. “I saw a bug. I stepped on it.” That’s a story. “I walked home and played don’t-step-on-the-cracks-game by myself.” (Who hasn’t done that?) That’s a story. “I smoked (insert drug of preference here) last night.” Heck that’s a story too. Sidewalk stories are insignificant everyday stories that somehow become the building blocks of our final beings. I’m here to remember my stories. What’s your story?