made me who I am today. It is amazing to think about how something as simple as a baseball…
Once upon a time there lived a young couple who had found true love and were bound together by fate. His name was Brian and hers was Melody. They lived it the beautiful city of Anchorage, Alaska. Brian was a C-17 Pilot stationed at Elmendorf AFB and Melody a 1st grade teacher at local school. Melody was a beautiful sight; her body was athletic, her hair fell over her shoulders and was highlighted to the most beautiful blonde, her skin was flawless and her eyes were blue but not an ordinary blue; like a tropical ocean and they sparkled like the water when the sun hit it. Brian wasn’t so bad himself. He was what all girls dreamed prince charming to be. He was tall and worked out often; his muscles could be seen through his shirt, his hair was dark, his skin tan, and one could get lost in his piercing green eyes. Brian and Melody spent every chance they had together outside of their busy schedules. They went on evening walks together and early morning jogs. They sat on their front porch and watched the sun rise and set in the beautiful snow covered Mountains of Anchorage. Most weekends the couple would make time for dinner and a movie. Brian and Melody were made for each other. Even a stranger could clearly see the love they had for each other would never die.…
All of the memories and feelings captured in each moment are embedded in my mind, never to be forgotten.…
Life will always be a mystery, especially for young children like Mibs and myself, and going through different coming-of-age situations will definitely be a challenge. Therefore, the most glamorous bonds are always made by going through hardships with others. This is one thing we have definitely learned from this glorious and inspiring…
words, "Like a swan she wailed her last call for her loved one while she…
“What’s your name?” I smiled at the tiny three-year old in the hospital bed. He had no hair, big eyes and the most beautiful eyelashes in the world. He smiled back quietly, seeming exhausted and lacking the animation and energy of a child I was used to. He pointed to the yellow hair tie I had around my wrist. I laughed and gave it to him. He pointed again, now at the Iron Man puzzle in front of him. Hopeful to cheer him up, I grabbed it and started pouring the puzzle pieces all over the bed. The boy became engrossed in the puzzle as his eyes searched through the countless pieces but after an hour, I had to say goodbye. The following day, I headed down to KK Hospital again. “He asked for you!” the staff at the Children’s Cancer Foundation (CCF) told me and so I visited him again. When he saw me, his eyes lit up and he pointed to his wrist where my hair tie now sat.…
At four years old, I may not have been the brightest child. I didn’t know what went on in the ever so complicated world then. I wanted a simple picture, that’s all. I hadn’t realized it then, but this picture stays stuck as a memory in my mind for a while to show me how to appreciate this life I have here now.…
There are certain little things in life, that you just can’t seem to forget. No matter where you go, or who you are, that small memory follows you for the rest of your life. This is just one of those things, and even though it’s small...I’m perfectly fine with that.…
For me it is always extremely hard to talk about things i love, about people i love. Because it is extremely hard to describe and explain why you love one or another thing. That's why i want to say sorry for probably not acceptable contents of my presentation. It was very hard for me to find a necessary structure for the PP presentation, therefore i have confined myself just to show some pictures that are of course very important.…
Love is a universal term. We hear it around us from passersby, from our friends, from songs and movies, and sometimes, even from our own selves. It’s one thing people most often talk about – one thing most people claim to feel. It is, therefore, in my best interest that my group has chosen its faces as our thematic focus.…
In the article “Pain, But No Regrets: A Father Remembers His Adopted Son” the story has been very much proof of all beauty along with sadness inherent within human situation ("Pain, But No Regrets,” 2015).…
I met a young boy named “super inggo”. He is a 16 year old boy with big dreams. I came their thinking that I should be teaching him something. Yet, he actually touched my heart and taught me more about life.…
so many children, and made me appreciate even more the work that Master Surendra and…