Apr 22, 2024
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my stories of self. We are all a celebration of stories, it is our life, our blood, our unique moment in the cosmos For many more posts, simply follow the link: https://johnhopperartist.blogspot.com/
The Rest of the Story ...
The Rest of the Story …
Upon reading the above quotation, you probably thought first of stories written by others … timeless classics, childhood favorite titles, or maybe some guilty pleasure works that you enjoy, in spite of the titles or contexts.
The quotation above resonates with me because it reminds me of several things about stories:
The power of stories to affect our emotions …
The healing and comforting…
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at the football game today this guy i met recently was there and we were cheering by each other and our hands kept touching and then he hugged me bye :)
Hmn...I sense something is wrong with one of our staff...Too bad I have no idea who it is...
I'm so tired lately...It's probably all of the late nights out working...Hopefully I can have a break soon...
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Hät heute fast geheult. Ich war in der Stadt und dann kam ein kleines Mädchen zu mir. Ich schätze das sie 8 Jahre war. Ich saß auf einer Bank. Als sie dann vor mir stand, mit einem breiten Lächeln fragte sie mich, wie es mir geht. Ich hab gesagt es würde mir gut gehen. Sie guckte mir in die Augen und fragte wie es mir wirklich geht. Ich sagte die Wahrheit. Das ich mich leer fühle. Allein bin. Jemanden brauche, der für mich da ist. Dabei umarmte sie mich und schenkte mir eine Smarties Packung. Ich nahm sie, bedankte mich und schaute sie an. Auf der Packung stand 'du bist toll'. Mir kamen fast die Tränen.
What on earth is going on...And why is Kuwata-kun all red in the face?...