When i was a 10 years old my mother was walking me to school. We walked by this house that had flowers growing close to the sidewalk. On the ground next to the flowers. There was baby bird. It didn't have feathers. Which I made me ask what it was. It was laying on its back scree
Screeching. My mom told me we can't save it. Because it's neck is broke. I don't rember seeing that it's neck was broke, but I could rember wanting to save it. She put it into the flowers, and we walked away. To read more about my life read:
Down broken road and also down broken
My place smells like Mr clean green gain spray. My favorite, it's like a relaxing aroma. Sort of like an essential oils to me. It as if someone was doing laundry all day long.
When someone helps you out. It's always good to return the favor. It shows you as a caring person, and it feels good to bless someone. Love makes the world a better place to be.
I have an acquaintance that resembles a troll. She only resembles one because she's mean and nasty,and when the troll comes out from under the bridge, everyone runs and hides.
If a snail said to a slug, you can't stay here because you don't have a shell, it would kind of look like how the housed people treat the homeless. When in all honesty the snail could have its shell ripped away from him at any second. Then he to would be a slug
When we see someone with a severed limb. We are quick to want to call an ambulance and get that person help. When we see a homeless person we are quick to shut our eyes. Homelessness should be treated equal to a wound. It affects their health