Wednesday, February 25, 2015


A man does not die from asystole.
A man dies when the air that once filled his lungs
becomes the same that comes out of his mouth.

“Perhaps, if you weren’t so busy regarding my shortcomings, you’d find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be. I notice when the sky is blue. I smile down at children. I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor. I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own. And I say ‘I’m sorry’ when you don’t. I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.” -Richelle E. Goodrich

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