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or does anyone else think that guys with bald heads on here are unhinged...just a tad

face beauty is nothing .
if your heart is beautiful i think the world is paradise.

My son asked me why I work with old people. He said...Mom, you always come home so tired, you always complain about your back hurting & your legs cramping up, most of them don't even remember your name, & you cry and get heartbroken when one of them dies. If it hurts you to work there then why do you do it?
I told him..yes, I get tired & cranky. Yes, my back & legs always hurt, & yes, I am heartbroken when one of them takes wing and flies away from this life.
I get aggravated, annoyed, & sometimes I have to walk outside & have a smoke before my head explodes.
Sometimes I just want to lay my keys on the medcart, walk straight out the door, & never look back.
Every single day I'm a nurse, shrink, psychologist, child, parent, wife, or just a friend.
I've listened to stories of how they remember when Miami was just a dirt road..or of how they are afraid at night and need a light on.
I've ran my fingers through hair when they've cried out for their mamas or deceased husbands.
I've held them in my arms when they've just started crying about some real or imaginary thing.
I answer to any name..I've been Henry, Victoria, Loretta, I've even been a man who's had a sex change!! Lol
I've whispered to and caressed the faces of those taking their last breaths when no family was available.
This is only a typical day in the life of a caregiver.
But every single day, when I walk in, I'm greeted with hellos, hugs, laughs, & even "I missed you".
They tell me if they've slept well, if they've had good or bad dreams.
They worry if I look tired & they don't care if I sing off key.
They may not remember my name but they do know they can count on me to be there when they need me, but they can never, ever understand that as much as I give them, they've given me tenfold.
My son didn't look very impressed. So I told him....At this moment in time I've been blessed with the opportunity to care for God's eldest children, who am I to turn away from this gift?

I started my new job and pay is two weeks behind so I have had to wait almost a month and not able to do my hair or get it done...I think it "taints" the vision of my whole world when I dislike my hair!! Having been a former hairstylist. Plus something about 10Asee water...doesn't agree with my hair.(and also poor tasting) though I do love 10Asee.

"True Beauty is kindness! It is in a smile you share, it is the helpful hand, the kind heart, the forgiving heart, the inspirational voice! Beauty is inside you, not what you look like! It is so much deeper!! Showing our hearts and sharing it is beautiful!"

its quite impossible to describe one's self. i won't even try

But..
its not about dancing in the rain...in the lash of lightning blinded by its light...drenched in rain...enshrined in this cosmic temple... flying up kissing the littlest star..Receiving moon's glory on my face.. merging into the hues of twilight sometimes crimson sometimes even white.. swiftly flying away from sun's orange scorching.. snuggling in grey clouds..flying into the rush of streams then fall with its gush...caressing a petal all velvet mauve. singing along inside.. in tune.. in a full throat-ed bird's breast overflowing bursting.... into a symphony all silver and light...
ever in fervent obeisance... in adoration to the Creator
to be blessed with the gift of sight.... ah!

Today I opened the closet which wasn’t open for years, rusted lock, dust everywhere within and there I found something I never replied to… I found your letter

You said “Hope you are fine and doing great as always”…….yes U ARE RIGHT, I am fine, come and see my eyes.
You said “I am sorry for being rude”…….No SORRIES please, It was your right.
You said “It wouldn’t have affected you”…….Yes U ARE RIGHT, Ashes cant be flamed again, they just burn, slowly and constantly.
You said “People come and go”…….Yes U ARE RIGHT, but you are not in the category of “people”.

and

You said “I have left expecting from people now”…….you did but I DID NOT

I wont prove anything to you. Beliefs are not proved. Beliefs are always unseen. later

P.S. I care about you

Been and paddled on 24th of December.

Supposed to be a merry rainbow flotilla of five kayaks, mais none. Only us two chickens, boss… well, not really, as the third chicken found us in the middle of the fjord to tell us that she’s in hurry and merry-christmas-off-I-go.

But never mind.

People - the bathing people, see - took pictures of us, imagine :)

My companion is known to fancy himself as a singer, so singing he did. It was as paddling with a radio on. Nothing you can do about, only to endure and wait for the better. In the end, he kindly asked what song I liked better. I honestly answered: the last one. I didn’t say, that I liked it because I thought it was the last one – I’d like any last song per default (that’s the major feature of mine) – it’s being Christmas and all – and immediately I’s rewarded by the repeating of the favourite. You like it or not.

None the less.

The bleak sun of Scandinavian winter painted the tops of the low hills in peach-pink: you could eat it with a tea spoon.

On the way home, had Orion plastered across my windscreen for 20 min: bright stars sending their light through brazillions of time and space units to humour me…

….then the road turned.