How Would We Ever Know

Personally and professionally speaking I am an advocate writer for mental health awareness, I take my job and role very seriously.  Sure sometimes, I may have typos, errors of course, most times I fail miserably in my own life  I am Human.  Though I try to write as eloquently as I can while touching on these sometimes harsh, sometimes light, sometimes dark and sometimes there is a parade like a spur I like to write upon about flowers, trees, beautiful rainfall, and the sound of laughter.  That being said, as a writer for advocacy of anything core related, I have to speak up and out.  That is my job and it is important to me.  Personally speaking, things have happened over the course of a couple weeks that have put our nation in great sadness.  Pardon me, while I try to write for advocacy.

A week ago I saw on our very highly rated social media that a young girl, was found behind a dumpster, being brutally raped.  The media along with social media had their strong viewpoints and so did I.  Many of my close contacts conversed, we talked in depth and hashed out all of the details, although hard for us to ever understand the torturous act and the injustice that followed was above all unacceptable.

What is making headlines is the fact that a young boy with a life ahead of him has been given I would say a slim to none sentence.  The heart of the matter is not being talked about.  I personally think it should be.  This girl was found, and the two boys of heroic nature who found her did the utmost best thing in their power.  This young girl though I am almost positive is not thinking or even fretting about the "nillish"  sentence that was laid upon "him" in the courts.  Yes, the courts failed, yes thier is an injustice.  Nothing about this is easy for us to fathom, understand or accept although all of us compassionate to the matter.  The core nature has been left as a shadow for the rest of this young girls life-perhaps?  I will now call her my Hero and hope she does not carry a shadow.  Recovering takes more then a century if ever in a lifetime. 

Now, my Hero hears that "he" has a very light to an almost moderate sentence.  I personally do not think she is mortified by this but mortified she is.  Of course, we are truly mortified, she though can now carry on.  She can carry onto heal, she can carry on to gain and draw strength, she can carry on with her life, however, changed.

Perhaps she can now feel the feelings she has missed for so long, the days when friends and life were among her, the times spent with family, the days when her worst days were not unbearable, perhaps now she can feel like a Hero, or just be a normal young adult again.  What is not being talked about purely is this:  SHE SAID SOMETHING, she put a stop to it, not just for her, but for so many and yes for her.  She said "NO" and "NOT ME" to victimization.  That in itself is the most courageous and bravest decision and she followed through.

What we grabbed as a society and of course rightly so, was anger for his sentence.  Perhaps what happened was to hard for us to even talk about, perhaps we were so confused and tortured by this as a society that it was much easier to cling onto the injustice, and not the healing and the heroic bravery that this young lady demonstrated very eloquently.

With an element of fright, perhaps quivery, she came out.  In the end, what is left?  A very strong figure to draw strength from.  Maybe and hopefully more people Stomping on victimization, saying NO, taking a stand, stepping up and leaving the shadow where it is meant to be, In The Lurch.  I'm hoping in my greatest hopes that she can soon move on, with so many now.  A light sentence or not, she became strong, from this, in whatever way, 'he' has been weakened.  If ever their was a lesson taught, this is it and she taught it.  She has now cast a shadow on 'him' instead of carrying it with her, it can now be left behind her, not tripping her up at every corner.  She is now free, and because of her, now are so many.

Bottoms Up

A Lady of wealth and abundance gets together for coffee with an old friend, this is what was said.

Lady:  "Oh my house, my house there is such terrible lighting in there.  I can hardly ever see, the lights are so dim.  It really tends to hurt my eyes".

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"Oh I would give anything for a home to call my own, as I use the glow of the Sun to see in the day and the light of the moon to see at night".

     The lady did not pay attention and said.

"Oh I made this tuna casserole yesterday and it did not turn out right, I was so disappointed with it that I ended up throwing it out in the trash".

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"It sounds so tasty, I would give anything for a hot meal.  I have to search high and low for any amount of food and drink."

     The lady did not pay much attention and said.

"My gardener is the worst, my lawn is always in shambles, my garden is an embarrassment, I don't know what to do with her."

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"My flowers are of the wild variation, they grow far and wide, although they are not really mine, but mine to see.  I would do anything for a garden of my own."

     The lady did not pay much attention and said.

"Oh don't get me started on Television, there is nothing worth watching on TV these days."

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"Oh I don't really watch any Television, my entertainment is watching the birds fly over head, watching the Sun rise and set, watching the clouds and the trees blowing in the wind and the crashing of the Lake at the shore.

     The lady did not pay much attention and said.

"Oh these shoes are so old, I don't even know why I still have them or why I even wear them".

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"I have only one pair of shoes and yes they are old too."

     The lady did not pay attention and said.

"My hydro bill was through the roof, these hydro companies are making a killing off of us.

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"I have not had any bills to pay in many years, my warmth comes from the leaves on the ground, the trees that surround me, the Earth from the days Sun, The warm breezes on warm days, when it is cold I bundle up and build a fire, I wrap myself in my blanket.

     The lady did not pay attention and said.

"Oh I wish I knew someone who needed a mattress, mine is so warn, it's too floppy and old, I can never get a good nights sleep"

     To this her friend smiled and said.

"I am sure I can use your beat up old mattress.

     The lady did not pay attention, then she said.

"We will have to do this again, I will pay for our drinks this time, you can pay next time."

     To this her friend smiled.

   

A Positive Equation

A positive frame of mind is a learned trait, as to is a negative frame of mind.  We are born with the sense of all curiosities in life.  We ask questions, we look at the world around us in delight, we begin to make friends and steer our course in life.  When we ask questions we listen to the answers of our parents, then family, and peers.  Then there comes a time to make our own decisions, to form answers and to draw on our own conclusions.  The mind is a wonderful thing, it is a muscle that needs tender workings in all aspects and in all capacities.  It is a great thing to work and rework your mind, learning and relearning.  What goes in, comes out.  It forms opinions and has unique thoughts, it stretches also onto others where what you say will penetrate into the mind of all who draw near. Your mind can reminisce about days long gone, and holds tight to the best memories in your life.  It makes decisions daily.  When you are able to "choose" what goes in and are taking in only the positive, and then breathing out that positive is a case in learning.

It is an equation.  Having a good sense of math skills is much like being a positive being.  Learning math whether it was easy for you or not, is just as difficult as learning to become positive.  It is a daily practice and the more you do practice it the easier it becomes.  The equation is simple, but is also tested and re-tested in order for you to come up with the proper formation and as well, the most correct answer for a happy life.  Sometimes, like math, you make a mistake where the answer does not seem to be correct.  Quickly, we go over that question, until the final answer is shown to us using that tested formula.  We re-worked that question, until we got to our answer.  The positivity in our lives is everywhere, it can be seen easily.  As soon as we think, feel and act in a positive manner-the simpler our lives become.  The simpler our families lives become, the happier we are and then it radiates outwardly.  It is a test in skills of humanity and compassion, love and abundance, faith and free will.  Sometimes though, we slip up, where it is not as simple as 1+1=2  or 2+2=4.  Sometimes we step away from ourselves and come up with a conclusion that does not fit, it just does not sit well.  We say something ill hearted, we scowl at something because we seem to be in a bad mood.  Then we start anew and re-work the equation, using the formula of Thinking Positive, Feeling Positive and Behaving in a positive light.  Then yes, we past-and will be retested in due time.

Positivity, is contagious and can be spread in rapid amounts of growth.  The old saying; if you cant say anything nice don't say it at all-can be used fabulously in this formula.  It is a choice and I would say a must in order to live a vibrant and healthy minded life.  Just like using your math skills is a daily occurance at the grocery store or when filling up on gas.  So to is using your positivity skills.  It will reflect on your home, who you accompany yourself with, and everyone who ever crosses your path.  Then once the formula is mastered you become a radiant light of beauty that can be seen vividly.  If your in a rotten mood which we all get into feelings of a rut sometimes, reflect on the beauty all around you, the little things, the big things and try to re-evaluate your thoughts.  Your thoughts are the threshold to a fruitful of happiness. 

Smile, even through the pain, cry through the pain, feel the pain, love the pain then say thank you, you can leave now and move on and away from the pain as you drop it by your side leaving it behind, to never to hurt you again.  As harbouring this pain, can unleash a creature that can be stirred into a tyrant of trouble.  I had this happen a few times, then when nothing was left-all I could do was look in the mirror as I was the ONLY one left.  The pain and anger caused so much negativity that everyone HAD to walk away.  I had to learn to let go of many traumas, drama's and mud puddles, I had to look within, knowing that holding on to the negativity was cause for upset in others-and I was going nowhere.  I had to re-evaluate, re-focus, and re-vamp my whole attitude in to a Positive Equation. 

The Pick Up!

My Family is amazing.  On all four sides, my Family Picks UP.  Perhaps I am one of the lucky ones.  I really do hope with the all means of my heart, all and everyone can be as lucky as our family, with our Pick Up Nature.  Family like most relationships are a lot of work.  Nourishing relationships can be more then tricky sometimes, sometimes off setting; sometimes overwhelming.  Though with some, perhaps a family is the people that surround them, the companions they share time with, a family member, your neighbour may be your closest tie and bond.  Whomever your family is, I hope that comfort, peace, acceptance, health, healing and love is in and amongst your grasp.  The Pick Up is about being their, in heart and range, even through change.

The Pick Up, is how my family structure seems to work.  I grew up with it and understand it only because it is done out of one simple ingredient-LOVE! Simply, the pick up is where one falls-the other Picks Up.  The pieces may be broken, the other Picks Up.  Not by any means every single piece, but picks up any small jagged piece capable only of the Pick Up.  This allows room for GROWTH, ABUNDANCE, CALM, PEACE, ACCEPTANCE and of course CHANGE to move ahead. 

The Pick Up is about REACING OUT.  The reasoning and nature of this is effortless, if one hurts then we hurt.  The Pick up is meant and given because of and for the love a Family.  If someone looks blue, worried, tired someone Picks Up-reaches out.  When one falls, the OTHER picks up.  Not overly or in any grand form, just enough to allow for some relief.  RELIEF is the Outcome when someone picks up.  RELIEF is VITAL for any amount of strain on a whole and GLOBALLY.

I personally believe the pick up works tremendously.  What it is, is Team Effort!  If one person on a B-Ball team is hurt the other picks up.  THAT IS the sense, miracle and MAGIC that comes from a family pick up.  That is where Miracles occurs. To be any part of that source of Miracle in any shape is not only riveting, it can be contagious full of positive HOPE of Reliance and Acceptance.  It can be so contagious that it is not only seen within the family, it then REACHES OUT globally to a un surpassing VICOTORY.  The game is Won!  *NOT a Numbers Win*  Purely it is a win of surviving, thriving through heart and love and any amount of change or obstacle, to see each other to the Finishing Line.  Then becoming stronger still.  Pattering slowly over time where in the end-everyone is a winner.

Another example I can see is at a restaurant.  The team and family then becomes The Pick Up.  If someone is sick, one miraculously picks up.  If a member of  "the family restaurant team" is having a bad day, blundering through it-a miracle again occurs, Someone then reaches out to the PICK UP.  Customers become a big part of the pick up.  Lets say a regular comes in, the same time, picks the same table, orders the same meal.  If that customer is upset, it may effect the compounds of that restaurant-if there is a Pick Up of --reaching out--, all troubles can then and will wash away.

That is the Miracle of humanity and the Magic of being part of anything.  Showing value in and for that customer is the Miracle and comfort of a family.  We Pick Up, merely to continue on, go on, trek along, and having a helping hand in Looking UP is all that is needed.  That is a miracle of surrendering to love, friendship and loyalty within the family Pick UP.  Though it is NOT a tea for tat or an *IOU* It is from the heart simply, with out any EXPECTATIONS!!!!  Nothing is expected within a Pick up Family nor is it returned, you can not give back a "heart" gesture.

I have my Family on all four sides, I am not sure how other families thrive and survive-each family is personally valued!

I do know one thing-- every-- single person in any form of family IS NEEDED, WANTED, LOVED, and VITAL for the family to allow growth and change.  Reaching out and Picking UP is a source of comfort, and appreciation. 

IF WE can then try to look at OUR Cities, Towns, Neighbourhoods, Nation and the World as Family Pick up....I believe that Peace, Trust, Friendship, Acceptance, Healing and Abundance is possible for all the World SIMPLY.  The pick up works from looking within, then outwards only.

Dig Deeper

I ask myself daily, sometimes hourly.  What can I do to improve my character, perhaps I have to look within in order to change.  Most times I do.  I had my first ever adult AHA moment, that we hear a lot about.  I did not know what this meant years ago, thinking an AHA moment, was some magical gift.  Actually what I found that it is and was for me, is being open for change.  My AHA moment was a great understanding that I had to and still have to work on me, my character.  Of course with out being a people pleaser.  If anything be true to you, but I now believe everyone may need just a little more adjusting, a little more inner work and a little more room to grow.  Instead of pointing fault or fingers at everyone, which I have done...Dig Deeper!  Having a Son, has taught me this.  Drama, Drama, Drama out the window, no room for Drama, more room or diaper changing, feedings, providing love, necessities and nourishment, meeting my Sons needs 24 hours, like all the Moms I know do.  In order to have more time for him, I had to cut out the crap.  Cut out the crap in my inner thinking, believing, and acting.  No time for the Drama.

I had to first Dig Deeper within my value system, what morals and values do I have that will be beneficial to him, my Son-later in life.  What do I want to teach him, show him and what type of Life do I want for him and our family.  There had to be discussions along the way with my partner and I.  As a couple it was key that we believed in central values, central morals and beliefs or it would not have worked.  We clicked long ago and our life together was set in motion.  I worked on me, when I met my husband and partner (Same Person) ;) I can honestly say, I do not know that girl back then, we grew together and we ultimately survive together.  We have overcome many things.  But what about us, what can we look in us to change or not necessarily change as EVOVLE.  What can we learn from certain situations, what can we count on, what beliefs hold true and what will lead the way?  I looked within.  I had to Dig Deep. 

The people who I come into contact with through my writing, either near or far, I had to really live up to what I was speaking about.  Not just on good days, not on only Sunny days, but all days, all hours and of course all the time.  When I started out on this journey, there was a lot of Evolving; I thought I was done-I am not done yet!  Cutting out the crap in my life that I WAS IN CHARGE OF, was heavy!  Habits had to be broken, I had a 12 cup coffee a day habit, which of course is more then enough to stay awake.  My intake of sugar was also on a rise, other habits, Drinking being one, I quit and left in the past.  I had to feed myself more nourishing foods.  Medication that I was prescribed that I knew was not good for me, had to be weaned off totally.  I had to include sleep, and relaxation and exercise.  I had to include along with all of these things BOUNDERIES.  Would anyone listen though?  What if I shout it from a roof, of course not a good idea at any time.  Who would listen?What bounderies did I want to establish and why?  I knew within as my AHA moment was cast upon me that I had to think, believe, and act in order to spread any amount of positivity.

I knew as a positive being, that negativity was seeping in.  I knew that I was allowing it.  I would kick myself at every blunder of a negative response-thinking  Wait, Wait, this is not me...why was I allowing the negative to creep in?  Who would ever take me seriously then?  Not my Son if anyone...  Last year I was a blunder of Positivity and hope, years before I found the positive in my life that I needed and believed in.  I knew that if I let the positivity out and the negativity in, my life would be much like when I started on this journey.  I did NOT want to know THAT girl again.  So I had to dig deep.

I did.  I was mad at myself for the negativity around me, and within.  I had to really set bounderies then, what was right in my life and my Sons-as well as my immediate family and surroundings had to be taken seriously.  Instead of complaining, I had to do something about it.  Do NOT Allow abuse, don't abuse myself, don't allow abuse in nor around my environment in any form.  A healthy life-NO DRAMA.  Rich with positivity, that could ooze out our pores.  I was not going to take it anymore, and knew that I had more work to do in the positivity department that I believe so highly in, value, and hold true to my heart.  I was not being authentic enough to me...this year was giving me a sour taste and I had to seriously look at the good and completely forget the unwanted behaviours.  I had to endure and quickly find myself at peace, surround myself with loving, caring people, friends, neighbours, people that I could trust, souls that had depth and goals, aspirations to be a positive person themselves and a disposition of respect and calm. 

I had to fill my soul with things that I like.  Which really were the basics long ago when I started out on this journey of mental health recovery.  What do I like, Who do I like, Where do I like to be, and so on.  I had to ask myself tough questions.  In the end and beginning of my AHA moment of digging deep, I was the one and only one who could evolve from this to grow, to provide positivity to myself, for myself and in turn, family, loved ones and friends.    The answer was clear, "bounderies" of allowing only positive in my life at all times, not just on Sunny days, not just on great or good hair days, all the time, every hour, each minute and second, rain or shine and every day!

I thought WOW, people are really getting the Positivity that we have in this life, what we all have, they have tapped into it, I talk of it so much, but was allowing it to be spoiled-almost...not quite.  I thought, I had better fine tune my thinking and real quick, this is not just a topic I enjoy immensely, it is one that I hold dear to my heart, and attest to live by.  I needed work, an adjustment.  Of course trying not to be hard on myself, knowing that I am not done yet and too, am human.  Now, I enjoy the I dropped the crap, and shut the door on negativity, who needs a frowner anyways?  Not me, why would anyone else?  In that sense, yes of course there are good days, and frenzy hair days.  Though, there is a heck of a lot of good, great, wonderful, awesome, beautiful, glorious and as well TERRIFIC things and beings in this amazing LIFE... if you dig that much deeper, within, and then without.

Red Running Shoes

They were the best runners he had ever tried on.  Red, durable the comfort was much more like a pillow wrapped around his feet then a pair of running shoes.  He tried them on, perfect fit.  Looked at the price, took a sigh.  "Again"  he thought to himself, I can't afford them and never will be able to afford them.  He expressed his excitement about these shoes to his friends.  His friends became much like a band of Cheerleaders, wanting him to have and own this pair of shoes, the ones he saw in the window, the ones he tried on for size, but could not ever afford them.  His joy right then was contagious, as he lit up as he went on about the stitching on the seems, the colour, the tread.  No one in their neighbourhood could ever afford those runners.  "Wait for a sale, or wait till something better comes along"  Were the about the only options for these runners.

He told everyone about them, hoping somehow the light would shine down on him for once and he could actually buy something of his own, for him and no one else.  He was tired of old hand me downs, they cluttered up his dressers drawers, cluttered up his closets and these hand me downs cluttered his style, his uniqueness.  He wanted them, he thought long and hard about how he would go about getting them.  At least before someone else passes by and grabs them up.

He thought in frustration racking his brain.  He thought what he could do to own his first a pair of runners, the red ones, with the cushiony feel.  He knew he was handy and smart.  He knew people in the near neighbourhood could perhaps use some help.  He wasn't sure how or who but he knew as much as he wanted those shoes, was as much work that he would have to do own them. 

He walked up to Missy, his good friend from his block, she jumped at the chance and said she would help him.  He wondered why, but thought the more help the better-he needed these shoes.  Missy had an idea to sell jewelry that she had made last summer at camp, so she went trotting along, every day after school selling her crafty bracelets and hair pins.  She did not get a lot of takers, but did sell Seven of them by the end of the week.  Missy was excited for him, I think she wanted to see the shoes on his feet as much he wanted to sport them.  He decided to cut lawns of ladies that his Mother was friendly with, there were Five lawns that he tended too and Money was adding up.  He decided to buy Missy a pop on the way home from school and thought that was a nice way to show his thanks. 

He talked about these shoes so much it seemed the whole two blocks now knew about them and the work he was putting forth to gain them.  They were all cheering him on, his spirit for these shoes was spreading. 

He talked about it at night to his sisters and brothers.  They too wanted him to have them, then one of them thought and said "Maybe they too could make some money to buy the same exact pair of shoes and do the same cutting of lawns-perhaps work with him right along side him, so that they could have the very same pair".  "GASP"... He did not like this idea.  He wanted just once to have one brand new item meant just for him, for himself, and only himself as it was his idea and in his mind his shoes.  He was so sick of the cluttered hand me downs bunched up in his closets and thought, he better get these shoes quickly or everyone would have a pair.  If that were the case and that did happen, he knew all too well that he would be stuck with a pair of hand me downs YET again and the whole idea of shoes with a pillow cushion meant for only him would be dampened. 
Yet, he knew how it went, one person in his family would by them, then he would get them a year later and would really just have to be happy with any outcome. 

Over glorified shoes now is all it was.

He called Missy, and told him of his brother who was after the same pair...she listened and recalled how excited he became, how excited his friends became and how excited the whole 2 blocks were as they rallied behind him.

She thought how much she wanted to be a part of her best buddy owning his first pair of runners, ones that he picked out and ones that he worked for.  She was ready for action, thinking to double up on her bracelet making and hat pin selling.   She knew it had to be something more, something better then raking leaves, or making a scarf or two.  She went to the store window one late night, looked at the shoes, gazed at them-thinking how smart and stylish they would be on her best friends feet.  She knew something would come up, a sale maybe would do the trick.  Something else though would have to come about, it did not look like these one of a kind shoes were going on sale anytime soon-especially with all the buzz about them now.

She knew and he knew, they were now in a race for his one glorious pair of red sneakers.  Hating the thought of hand me downs.  They counted their pile of bills and change over and over again.  She wished she did not let him buy her a pop that day; knowing that money could have went for its intended use-the shoes. 

She kept his spirits up and came up with ideas full of endless possibilities to gain the last bit of change.  They needed $9.50 a couple more lawns perhaps.  On their travels they were walking through the city center.  At this point he did not even want to look at the shoes, thinking of what a horror this has became.  He walked in the store with Missy, as she was NOT about to let him give up now.  They walked in the store.

An older man stood at the cash, wanting to return a few items.  They waited patiently as the lane ways in the store were blocked.  They scurried behind him and Missy saw the older man with the red runners, holding them by the laces, he held out his receipt as he was trying hard to return them as well.  Missy looked at her buddy and gave a smile he knew all too well.  Missy had an idea.  One of the reasons he liked hanging out with Missy is that she would not let him give up and loved her thinking of "if their is a will, their is a way"  She smiled, all knowing of the bantering that was about to occur.

Missy jumped into the spotlight, "Oh HI are you returning those red runners"?  "Yeah, he said shrunkenly  "I'm wanting to, but they won't take them back, they said their policy is not to take back running shoes, but they don't fit me as well as I would have liked"  "What Size"  Missy piped up.  She looked at her friend with the gleam in his eyes litteraly, watching his dream unfold right before him.  "Size 8" He muttered, "but they won't take them back, they are useless to me".  She nudged her friend, almost screaming that they were his exact size.  He then pounced "I have $63.00, $9.50 short of what they are worth, I can give you that to you, for those red sneakers.   He was grinning ear to ear, the man was thrilled more so, to be rid of them, and to actually get most of his money back. 

Home they went red shoes and all, walking down the street him jumping her skipping.  He ran through the door of his home... "Look, Look-I got them I got them...oh you'll never guess"  And he continued to tell of how he was able to almost magically score his brand new pair of runners.  Missy was right behind him, jabbering away about how it all came down and how she witnessed a Miracle. 

His brother was in the corner pouting, of course he mentioned that it was great, but knew now he would have to wear the hand me down and hated the thought just as much.  Although he did not put forth any effort or any of the thought.  Everyone gasped with joy, some with envy.  Missy was about to walk home and headed out the door.  He stopped her and asked what she was doing later?  "Nothing" she said in great surprise.  He continued..."I wanted to stop by later.  "OK" grabbing at the chance.  She loved his company.

Later that night he went for a bike ride off to Missy's to spend the evening.  They got a long really like to peas in a pod, she guessed that this was some of others jealousy when it came to the two of them.  She felt the glares, she felt the daggers.  She did not care, she was on his side, team ONE to her!  He rasped on the door, Missy belting out of her front doorway and on to the porch, she tripped but then laughed it off.  He was in a great mood as well, he handed her a bag, she did not understand.  It was the pair of shoes, the red ones, the ones with the cushion much like a cloud.  "Here"  he said and passed her the brand new shoes that was the talk of the town by now.  She looked at them, what, why are you giving me these...don't they fit?  Don't you like them? why, what's going on, they are yours. 

He spoke "This is the second pair I bought, these ones are yours! I bought my pair a week ago with the money we made and added my savings for the second pair, your pair.  I wanted you to have them".

"Really", gasping but happy.  "What about your brother who wanted them".  "Look, he said brightly,  "they are yours, you liked them too I could tell, so I bought my pair with some savings and your money and the lawn cutting money went to these ones...so really they are yours.  He continued "Unless you mind us wearing the same shoes, in the same colour and the exact same size?.  "WOW, Thank you" As she rushed almost jumping in his arms to hug him close.

The two quit cutting lawns and selling jewelry for the rest of the summer, as they had new shoes to show off and bikes to ride.

D is For

The letter D is an amazing letter full of Desire. The best words to live by start with D. Determination, Daring, Dedicated. Though being Delicate is also needed in Life. One does not want to Destroy or Discount others on their personal journey. Diffuse situations that become Dicey and don't Dispute. Its always better to Decide to walk away. Though being a Door Mat has no bearing as well. Discuss, Dispute and Deviate towards understanding ALWAYS. -Tamara Thompson