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Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

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I will forever reblog this

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I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

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Oh my god I started tearing up.

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omg, you don’t even know how much a cry right now, i’m not kidding. that’s the most beautiful thing i ever read, thank you

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I teared up. That was beautifully wrote.

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On July 11th, 2012, the world lost a fighter and heaven gained an angel. I have never been so compelled and motivated to embark on a journey that takes place on a span of two days riding more than 200 kms. This journey from start to finish will not be easy, it will be emotional, the training will be hard, but my determination and drive will help me to succeed. I am motivated to raise the $2,500... that will allow me to ride from Toronto to Niagara Falls, but I am even more motivated to exceed this goal because I know I will be helping others. This journey may be hard but it doesn't compare to what cancer patients or survivors have been through and dealt with. Hi, my name is Alexandra, most know me by Alex. I am a seventeen year old teenager who has been blessed with good health for the most part, with a great group of friends, and an amazing family. This past year, I have been motivated to run my first marathon which was the CIBC Run for the Cure and shortly after, completed the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. In June of 2014, I wish to embark on the Ride to Conquer Cancer benefiting the Princess Margaret Cancer Centre in hopes that one day we might live in a world free of cancer. I have always been one to participate in my community in order to help others, but nothing has motivated me more to get out there and fight for such a great cause as seeing my grandmother fight the breast cancer battle twice only to be stricken with brain cancer caused by a glioblastoma multiform tumour. The battle wasn’t easy, we must find a cure! On December 9th, 2011, I turned sixteen. One could imagine their sixteenth birthday to be an unforgettable night filled with cake, presents, family and friends. My night wasn't the teenage dream, but it was definitely unforgettable. The week leading up to my birthday was prefaced with my mother and grandfather noticing a change in my grandmother’s behaviour. She began to slur words and mix up sentences. On the day of my birthday, my mother thought my grandmother may be experiencing a stroke. That night, my mother took my grandmother and grandfather to the hospital; they stayed till the early hours of the morning as medical staff ran tests and did blood work. Originally, the doctors concluded that my grandmother had experienced a stroke. Later however, after further investigation, we received the horrific news; my grandmother was diagnosed with a glioblastoma multiform brain tumour, stage 4, and had approximately six months to live. One can say that the news was emotional, stressful, and terrifying… but this was only the beginning. As the months went by, my grandmother lost her ability to speak, read, and write. My grandmother and grandfather, who were both great communicators, could no longer communicate. It was heart wrenching to see a woman whose cognitive function had not yet been damaged by this glioblastoma… she knew what was going on, she had her wits about her, but she was trapped in a body that was shutting down… she was losing her control… her independence… she wanted so much to live! My grandmother began radiation. Being a previous breast cancer survivor, my grandmother had a fighter’s attitude and knew what the side effects could be. Unfortunately, the position of the brain tumour and the stage it was at made an operation to remove the tumour impossible. The doctors informed my grandmother that due to the high levels of radiation she would begin to lose clumps of hair, eventually leaving her bald. That day she went to the hairdressers and shaved it all off. In the beginning, doctors thought the radiation was showing some success; it appeared her tumour had stopped growing but tests were preliminary; the next one would be the definitive test. Shortly after, my grandmother broke into a horrible rash all over her body from the radiation. This rash wasn't the typical rash that would heal with some cream. Her skin was fiery red and raw; for a woman who did not once complain since receiving her diagnosis, she began to cry for the pain and discomfort was unbearable. Little did any of us know, this rash was only the beginning of what she was to endure. Doctors advised us the last test showed the tumour had not stopped growing. My grandmother was now having trouble walking; the meds she was on to reduce the pressure from the brain tumour caused her muscles to deteriorate and her face and body to swell. She was becoming weaker and weaker. At this point, my grandfather, mother, father and I were doing everything in our power to follow her wishes of living at home. We got a hospital bed put into the house and spent most of our days cherishing the time remaining. Eventually, a caregiver started to help with my grandmother; she wasn't too thrilled about that. The brain was not sending proper signals to the body, and my grandmother could no longer do basic tasks. Everything was getting mixed up. Weeks later, my grandmother took a hard fall trying to walk. At this point, she was moved to the hospital; she could no longer get out of bed. We spent every day with her. We continued being positive hoping a miracle would happen. In the hospital, the pain of her tumour became unbearable. I can remember the day we were sitting in her room talking to her, and a blankness came over her face. She slowly lifted the covers up over her face as if to create a wall between us. She began to cry out in pain. The tumour was expanding in her skull, strangling and killing whatever was in its path. This pain, I could just imagine how unbearable it was; but my grandma was not a complainer nor did she like us seeing her this way. She thought by covering herself with the blanket, we would not see her suffering. One day in the early morning, my mom and I came to visit my grandmother. We stayed and talked for a few hours but my mom had to go to get the rest of my family. I decided to stay with my grandma and enjoy the days that were slowly coming to an end. That day I will always remember; just me and my grandma, usually how it always was. She was unable to feed herself, so I fed her. My grandmother refused to eat and I did not understand why at first. Eventually I got it; she wouldn't eat unless I ate with her. We ended up sharing her hospital food. At the end of June, we moved my grandmother to her own private room at Headwaters Hospital in Orangeville. This part of the journey became extremely emotional and I became scared. Scared of losing my grandma, my role model, and one of the most influential people in my life; to think of all the memories we shared. A week went by and I did not visit her, my mom updated me each day on how she was doing. One day, my mother told me my grandma had become unresponsive; not dead, but would not open her eyes; she lied there motionless. A few days past and I knew seeing her would be a real challenge. I entered the hospital grounds on July 10th, 2012 in tears stepping foot onto the hospital parking lot. Walking into the hospital, my tears became heavier and my heart began to break. I was forced to face reality; I knew I was losing her, something I had absolutely no control over. As I met my grandfather, his face was swollen red from the tears. Nothing could prepare me to what I was about to walk into. As I entered my grandmother’s room, my heart immediately sunk as I saw her lying there, eyes closed, face pale, skin cold and body motionless. I stood there for a few minutes and left crying and feeling faint. I went out to the garden at the Hospital and fell asleep on the bench. I was woken hours later by my father who insisted I go see my grandmother and say goodbye. This time walking in I knew I had to be brave, my grandmother needed my love. I stood beside her bed and lowered myself to the side of her face. I was speechless but I was able to mutter "Grandma, it's Alex". A few seconds later her eyes opened and she began to open her mouth as if to talk. Her eyes looked cloudy grey; she had no more life in them. Her communication was completely gone. I still held myself together wanting to cry. I told her how much I loved her, and told her I’d be back tomorrow. The following day I finished my shift as a lifeguard and went to grab my things. I checked my phone seeing a new message. The message read, "Alex, your guardian angel’s watching over you". At that moment I immediately began to cry. To this day, I still feel my grandmother’s presence. I feel my grandmother had waited to see me one last time before she could finally be at rest. The days became long, the funeral was hard, and the crying lasted months. Every so often I find myself thinking of the many memories my grandmother and I shared. The battle was long and hard, but she is no longer in pain or suffering. Over time our hearts will heal and the pain won't hurt so much, but until then my goal is this, I want to do whatever I can to help aid organizations such as the Princess Margaret Hospital with the ability to advance in breakthrough research, innovative treatments, and critical services to those in need; so that one day, others won't have to deal with the pain and suffering my grandmother and many other individuals have experienced around the world. Can you imagine a CANCER FREE Canada? Better yet, a CANCER FREE world? I want little girls to grow up in a world were pink ribbons are for ponytails and prom dresses, not breast cancer. I want cancer to be a disease of the past not the present! It's not just the elderly who experience cancer. Cancers affects us all… from children to adults; we have all been touched by someone who has either survived, passed, or is currently fighting cancer. Princess Margaret's expertise and reputation has given them the title in the world's top five cancer research centres. This journey is not just my journey; through your donations you are helping in the conquest to fight cancer once and for all. It will be a challenge in a number of ways; some blood, sweat, and tears may come from my extensive training; but my bike, helmet, and your generosity will make a real impact whether it's today or in the future. Please contribute to this history-making event with a donation. Even the smallest of donations will help! Thank You So Much and May God Bless You!

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push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise. 2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. 3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it. 4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else. 5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything. 6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice. 7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small. 8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full. 9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle. 10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck. 11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog. 12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through. 14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything. 15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness (via pigmenting)

beautifully said