So I've quietly been working on this project of mine. The More Than Awareness Project is a way of helping people understand how to help those of us with cancer through it.
The More Than Awareness Project
Friday, October 12, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Compassion
When I am not scared, I am truly myself. Unfortunately it turns out that people I know freak me out a lot more than the people I don't.
But when I am myself, I find myself to be a truly compassionate human being. Last night I was walking home at 1 in the morning and I saw a girl in a short tight red skirt, black sparkly tights, and a coat. She was on her phone trying talking to her friend. She got more and more scared, she finally admitted that she was lost to her friend. Most people I know would have called her a dumb slut and just left her alone. I asked her if she need help. She said no ma'am and we went on or separate ways.
I don't know why I felt the need to post this. Maybe because I feel so alone in my extreme need to do what I believe is right, just, and fair.
But when I am myself, I find myself to be a truly compassionate human being. Last night I was walking home at 1 in the morning and I saw a girl in a short tight red skirt, black sparkly tights, and a coat. She was on her phone trying talking to her friend. She got more and more scared, she finally admitted that she was lost to her friend. Most people I know would have called her a dumb slut and just left her alone. I asked her if she need help. She said no ma'am and we went on or separate ways.
I don't know why I felt the need to post this. Maybe because I feel so alone in my extreme need to do what I believe is right, just, and fair.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Book Idea?
When some one you love has cancer it is a terrifying thing. They come home from doctors appointments with tons of papers you can barely understand. They tell you everything is okay, but you know that it isn't. You know that some day, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe in ten years from now this cancer will come back. Now the person you were considering spending the rest of your life with has less life to live.
I am David, and this is my story. Or a part of it at least. I'm not the best of people, I'm not known for my intelligent life choices. I try my best to do what is right, but most often I end up fucking up and making a mess of things. This story is about one of those mistakes.
Cara is beautiful. Even now with the scar that marks her neck. It isn't a large scar, only about four inches long and about of an 1/8th of an inch thick. Cara's scar sits right where her neck meets her body, and it is easy to hide with a scarf of a large necklace. Most people don't even notice it, even those who have known her for a long time. She likes to make jokes about it, I can't remember most of them right now but I know a few have to do with harry potter.
Cara was incredibly skinny, almost too thin. She was too short to be a model at 5'5", but she didn't let this bother her. She has gained some weight from the side effects of the cancer, but she just looks more average now. She has the most stunning hazel eyes, with a bright emerald green at the center and a deep chocolate brown at the edges. Cara often uses her eyes as a weapon, with an intense gaze that could burn a hole in steel. Her hair is a deep brown with reddish undertones that falls just below her chin. Sometimes she does something to it to make it a more vibrant red, but I think it looks good either way.
I miss her. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my short life to leave her. But I just couldn't take it. I couldn't take watching her get so sick and angry. Even though she had every right to be angry, her situation sucked. I can't even begin to imagine how much it sucked. And I made it worse.
I am David, and this is my story. Or a part of it at least. I'm not the best of people, I'm not known for my intelligent life choices. I try my best to do what is right, but most often I end up fucking up and making a mess of things. This story is about one of those mistakes.
Cara is beautiful. Even now with the scar that marks her neck. It isn't a large scar, only about four inches long and about of an 1/8th of an inch thick. Cara's scar sits right where her neck meets her body, and it is easy to hide with a scarf of a large necklace. Most people don't even notice it, even those who have known her for a long time. She likes to make jokes about it, I can't remember most of them right now but I know a few have to do with harry potter.
Cara was incredibly skinny, almost too thin. She was too short to be a model at 5'5", but she didn't let this bother her. She has gained some weight from the side effects of the cancer, but she just looks more average now. She has the most stunning hazel eyes, with a bright emerald green at the center and a deep chocolate brown at the edges. Cara often uses her eyes as a weapon, with an intense gaze that could burn a hole in steel. Her hair is a deep brown with reddish undertones that falls just below her chin. Sometimes she does something to it to make it a more vibrant red, but I think it looks good either way.
I miss her. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my short life to leave her. But I just couldn't take it. I couldn't take watching her get so sick and angry. Even though she had every right to be angry, her situation sucked. I can't even begin to imagine how much it sucked. And I made it worse.
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