A homeless man, woman, boy . . . girl: crack fiends and veterans alike . . . at every stoplight, every intersection. After the first winter I spent working in the frigid downtown harbor cold, I swear my heart sank the distance of the Bur Khalifa in Dubai, and has yet to rise again. The sad part, so much of the city—to no surprise—is so immune to seeing our Homeless that they do not even acknowledge the 14’esque year old boy bundled in a blanket in the old church doorway. The one with the giant floor-to-ceiling red doors, almost at the corner of Charles and Baltimore Street. No one notice the other boy with his head hung low as the light changes again with without a single care for his existence—and if they did they’ve made it their business not to show it.
Act 1, Scene 1 Who prays for your water droplets? Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill
You plan, you work, you grind, you move, you shift, you meditate, you pray; thus, you will eventually prosper. Good Vibes
It is ironic how after being with someone for a number of years you just begin to compromise by habit.
Yes, I suffered from the same cliché story over half the world suffers from. I'd grown tired of the rat race. That is when ambition took over. Ambition —the official difference between building a slum and an empire.
Yes, we’re the couple who watches the snow fall from a park bench in 0 degree weather. Now don’t get
Almost instantly it became somewhat of a suspense/horror/Oh-My-Fxck'n-God-This-Is-Crazy film. So the plan: JoJo will jump the 3 feet and Frank will catch her so that she doesn't end up trying teach herself to fly. Pretty darn simple.
You're standing face-to-face with a plunging 53-foot waterfall, onto rocks, stone platforms and of course more rushing water. A waterfall that leads to another waterfall—which lands on more rocks and finally drops into a frigid cold rushing river. That was the scene on the day Frank, made the decision to be Superman for another woman, without a cap.
I subconsciously accepted humility³ in its truest form, by acknowledging that for a moment time stood still and the gravity of another woman’s life was greater than mine.