There is nothing more emotional than a funeral procession for a fallen soldier. Men and women #marching in perfect cadence. Flags waving, that feeling of patriotism, the tears, the sight of grieving loved ones. They tear at our soul And at the heart of it all, a soldier who chose to serve… and died. And…
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We’re never dispatched into happy homes. No, we’re sent into the broken ones. We’re tasked to save the stabbed, shot, beaten and brutalized. We witness the child holding his broken toy left behind by a burglar. The vacant stare in the woman who knows a stranger has been touching her lingerie. The anger and grief…
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I spent 15 minutes writing a #vss365 (daily very short story) on Twitter today using the prompt #dirt and I needed a gif or photo to accompany it. I find that something visual accents my words and gives it that extra dimension some of us need. The story is of a man grieving the loss…
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We’re never dispatched into happy homes No, we’re sent into the broken ones We’re tasked to save the stabbed, shot, beaten and brutalized We witness the child holding his broken toy left behind by a burglar The vacant stare in the woman who knows a stranger has been touching her lingerie The anger and grief…
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Have you ever sat down and analyzed the failures in your life, ever stacked them up next to your successes and measured them? I do. For every success, I seem to have an equal or greater number of failures. Even my successes are riddled with failures. We are breathing so that in itself is a…
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