Sweet and Serene

i mean come on how can one not be excited to see taking back sunday, rise against, senses fail, new found glory and streetlight manifesto. these are the bands i grew up listening to. really stoked for june 21st.

why am I just excited as you are?!

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mishalmoorebloggyblog:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote:I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboardbox filled with photos and glassware.‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drivethrough downtown?’‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.They must have been expecting her.I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.‘Nothing,’ I said‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Fatherhood

jparras:

April 2,2012 @ 6:03am I have been blessed and is proud to be the father of Lila Estelle. She weighed in at 7lbs and 6.2oz.I have never felt this kind of happiness. Its happiness that comes with responsibility and confidence. A lot of priorities have changed and by far this is the biggest. I would like to thank all the families and friends that have greeted, visited and express their feeling for this day. To Lila Estelle, daddy got your back no matter what….

BEAUTIFUL

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I regret everything with you. You are nothing but a piece of dirt to me.

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Four years is such a long time. Memories, tears, like, happiness, excitement, and friendship. Amazing after 4 years we still manage to be lowkey the greatest/best friends. I’m so so so happy that things turned out the way they are and how amazing tonight went. #blessed

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I’m going to be the bigger person and just let you run your mouth. Your +40 years old and your acting like an immature bitch. Once you realize all you’ve done to family that loved you, it will hurt you. You have absolutely nobody that cares for you anymore. And friends? You really think that your ‘friends’ will be there for you forever? Possibly just temporarily so you can scheme them, then steal their money. But that’s about it. I’ve never had so much hate towards one certain person. Being your ONLY God daughter you think it would make perfect sense to be on ‘okay’ terms right? Obviously it works different in your mind. Your fucking sick, and need help. I’m so glad Makenna and Michael have a different father now to look up to, because you? You were a piece of trash, dead beat dad, living off of other peoples monies and manipulating people to get and use their money.

People like you are scum to the earth. You do NOT deserve to live. You are a waste of God’s creations.

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Disappointed.

How could family be that wrong towards each other. You stole money, lied, & cheated. It would be the best if you can leave us all the fuck alone, and dont EVER mention our names associated with your life again. You are NOTHING to me or my family. God will punish you.

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