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Thursday, August 26, 2010

True kindness


So tonight I was looking through some pictures and prices for partial fursuits [yes I want to dress like a furry,I am a fox] And I was looking and this photo caught my eye. A man in a dog fursuit next to a girl in a wheel chair. With my intrest peeked I clicked on it,and when people say a picture is worth a thousadn words ,for this I would have to say it was an immense understatement,the smile the girl had for some reason brightened my ever sarcastic heart and I took this picture seriously. [below is the image itself]

I wanted to know more about the image so I went to the artist's comments [because some have huge stories behind a picture] and it made me,in a way, shed happy tears by the time I was done. And the story goes as following [straight from the kind sir's page]

"People have commented that they admire my courage for
fursuiting in public.
I have never felt particularly courageous.
If you want a study in real courage, look no further than Sarah.

Another random fursuit outing found me ambling along the pier,
giving happy paws to the tourists and enjoying the sea breeze.
As the crowds parted to make way for the upright canine, a young
lady in a wheelchair caught my attention.
Unable to speak, or even wave for that matter, she used her beautiful
eyes to lure me over.

She was alone in her chair, body twisted and lacking in coordination,
betraying its owner with a vengeance. She was bereft of speech, couldn't
hold a pen and lacked the motor skills to write if she could, yet when I
held her hand in my paw, her eyes danced. They spoke volumes.

I spent the better part of half an hour in this angel's company.
She felt my claws and leaned her head against my fur.
We watched the throngs hurry past, the waves wash over the shore
and the gulls shriek and take flight.
A peaceful island in a sea of activity.

Eventually, she released my paw and made a motion with her head.
It was time for me to bid farewell.
I gave her shoulder a pat and I saw that terrific smile flash
across her face. I felt calm and blessed by her company.

As I continued up the pier, a women in a grey sweater fell in step
beside me.
"Thank you for spending time with Sarah," she said.
"She really loves dogs but doesn't get the chance to interact
with them very often. A talking dog will be the highlight of her week."

She went on to explain that Sarah was born with cerebral palsy, a condition
that effects how the brain is able to control muscle function.
The kicker is that Sarah's mind is in full swing.
She possess a blooming intellect, but is held hostage by her own body.

Her story is inspiring. Even though she requires care around the clock,
and she is unable to perform the most basic of tasks for herself, she
always finds a way to bring joy to her caregivers.
She will somehow pluck a flower, hide it under her jacket, and present
it at an opportune moment. She gives random kisses and hugs.
Her favorite phrase is "I love you."
She never fails to say thank you with her eyes.

To assert a level of independence over her life, Sarah occasionally
requests to be left alone in a public setting.
Her mom gives her that latitude by watching over her from a safe
distance, ready to intervene should the need arise, but also letting
Sarah exist on her own merits.
Later, she will preserve the moments in a journal, her mom writing
and reading aloud while Sarah directs the words with a nod of her
head or a touch of her hand.

She has been on a train trip across Canada. Hobnobbed with
celebrities. Participated in whale watching excursions.
She has touched so many hearts, including the one beating
inside my fursuit covered chest.

So I went on my way, absorbing hugs and high fives, questions and
pictures, while Sarah sat alone in her wheelchair, a prisoner in her
own body, that amazing smile still dazzling, all but ignored
by her peers.

I think we all know who the brave one is.

I will continue fursuiting because it facilitates truly magical moments
like my meeting with Sarah.
I am a better person/dog because of the brief time I was
granted with her.

If you are lucky enough to have the opportunity to interact with
someone like Sarah, I recommend that you embrace the moment.
You will be come away far richer because of it.

Everyone deserves respect...and the chance to chat with a giant dog."

I hope this makes you smile like I did.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Smokey talks

AS we gathered around the fire we would reminisce,
leaving high school,
what as next for each of us,
our favorite memories,
the here and now,the then and there.
We were laughing as the fire would crackle and roar.
Ash singing my face,smoke making another's eyes burn,yet
it was alright. WE were there.
Smiling laughing,some wishing this summer wouldn't end.
Even as the sun went away in the foggy skied town. As each friend left one by one.
I know in some way the memory wouldn't fade.
The chuckling and the laughs.
I return to my little corner of the earth,smiling. Awaiting tomorrow.
The smell of fire and smoke on my clothes,in my hair and in my hands.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Little thoughts

Little thoughts running through my head,
little thoughts bothering me while I'm resting in bed,
little thoughts itching me through the night,
these little thoughts causing such a bother
IT's NOT RIGHT!!!!
They remind me of the past,
they make me depressed about the future
yet they have me look forward to everything and anything.
I look forward to his smile,but not the people who point and laugh.
Makes me remember the great days that past,and miss the memories made.
But now these little thoughts will slowly fade.
When they know thier deed is done
I know I'll smile and my waiting out has won.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

whe I see your smile

I just want to punch you in the face.
that smile that you gave me was full of lies.
The promisees you made ot me were a lie and you know what?
I feel that justice still hasn't been served.
I'm waiting for it to be served to me on a silver platter because your getting away with many injustices. Just you wait...
I'll figure out a way to show others the face,the lies, the cowardice that you showed me and many others you lying cheating snake. your not even worth the title of snake. your a virus, a drug,that infects our systems and cripple us with your words.
Once we,the people you broke up with, get you out of my system there is always some form of curiousity that pulls me back and once again I relapse.
Over and over,making my head spinn like I've been listening to screamo for hours on end and swaying to the music's beats and bangs.
this self-rightious suicide of mine is my own karma coming to bite me in the ass,in some way I've screwed up so bad that I know it came back in the form of you.
God I hate you so much...

that voicein my head screaming more and more 'burn the evidence! BURN IT BURNIT!'

the evidence that you even existed in my life. wh can I not let go? 6 months down the drain and for what? some prissy asian boy who wanted more.

this and that

Its a push and pull syndrome
this give and take that people don't seem to see
An illness called choice that we all suffer from.
There cannot be an in between just a left and right
white and black
good and evil.
What happened to anti-heros and semi-villans?
This feeling called choice that bothers everyone every day to do what is so called 'right' in thier books.
but it is at this point that I ask about what it is that makes choices right and wrong?
is it our morals? our drive? the push of society? What is it ?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

humans

humans live
humans love
humans laugh

We cry
We yell
We scream

They learn
They try
They may suceed

Help Us
Reach Us
Hold Us


Sprun them
change them
Harm them

Humans

both good and bad,that little bit of grey area we all question

We change or we stay the same

Closer to maybe our best friend then our own flesh and blood...

Our over thinking driving to our own demise

yet a small child can figure out a simple solution to a huge world wide problem all while the 'adults' never listen

we are our own demise people!
Can you hear me?
Is anyone out there?

Monday, February 8, 2010

700

muliple weeks of working hard
multiple weeks of having to deal with my aunt breathing down my neck
Multiple weeks of scrutinizing critique
multiple weeks of depression
multiple weeks of crying to myself in my room
multiple weeks of hating who i am
multiple weeks of staying up late
multiple weeks of redoing a paper the way my sunt did in college
multiple weeks of not feeling like myself
multiple weeks of more tears
multiple weeks of kissing up to people
multiple weeks of wanting to throw up
multiple weeks of self hate
multiple weeks of sating at myself in the mirror and asking
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE WRONG!?"
a day for a dealine
a day for sleep
a day to try and smile
a day to ruin it all
A day to hate the world
a day to cry until all the tears are gone
a day to not want to go home
a day to self blame more
a day to want to jump
a day where I blame myself for everything I've done
A day where i argue with my reflection
a day where I argue with a person who is a father figure
A day where I can't lift my head
a day where i hate
700 points...
700 points
my other paper got more and it was complete shit!
and you sir are not even giving me help!
FUCK YOU
my paper at least deserves over 1400 not 700
2000 points and I worked endlessly to get it just right