When you’re dying you lose your identity. Your clothes cut off, your name, past, and future are irrelevant. When you die the body bag is one size, not tailor made. Realize this for yourself and whoever you withhold in anger. You die just like everyone else.
So I’m a Tech at the U Of L Emergency Room. And allow me to say, holy shit. Last night was an experience. 2 police officers were shot yeah, but there also were 8 others shot during the riots, unrelated to the police. And ten other traumas in the course of a little under 3 hours.
if you catch yourself begging someone for... human decency?? a response? time together ? clarity? respect? compassion? or even some kindness? you need to take a step back and realize that you’re begging someone for the bare minimum. and that’s ridiculous.
“Firefall” at Horsetail Fall in Yosemite National Park, California, looks like a scene from a fantasy movie. But, it is an ordinary waterfall, which is illuminated by the sunset, that gives it a fiery glow.