This young man outstanding work ethic was rewarded through a Random Act of Kindness.
Today I was honored to attend the AABR Salute to Cancer Survivors. We either made or signed cards for the children at St. Judes Childrens Hospital. In return we received colorful Cancer Survivor Bracelets
The AABR Choir regaled us with such uplifting songs as Lean on Me, I Believe I can Fly, Stand by Me, Proud Mary, La Bamba, etc… Keep in mind that despite having developmentally disabilities the AABR Choir sang the songs from memory. Also many of the clients are also blind. Who are we to complain? The reason that you don’t see any photos of the choir is for privacy reasons.
Stephen did not sing but as you can see from the photos he did have some M&M Moments and joined his comrades at the end lending his support.
I was so happy to see Stephen that I nearly burst into tears. He put his head on my shoulder and we just stood there and hugged. We have a symbiosis. A Connection that nobody else can understand.
A Disfigured Soul
Something inside me broke. Perhaps because I have so much internal conflict and when I’m with Stephen I can take off the mask. But then again I’m broken. For several weeks something within me has been breaking, collapsing, pieces falling apart. Rolling across the earth. Some swallowed up. Whatever Control I thought I had is long gone. Tiredness and exhaustion have stolen my immortal soul. When you’re lost you no longer know who you are. Prosetry continues here………..https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2017/06/30/a-disfigured-soul/
I think it means Change is on the Horizon. Stephen understands. He is My Angel. My Savior. A Prophet for times to come. My reason for living.
Stephen is my Super Hero!!
A Disfigured Soul
Something inside me broke. Perhaps because I have so much internal conflict and when I’m with Stephen I can take off the mask. But then again I’m broken. I’m a Nightmare the gods
For several weeks something within me has been breaking, collapsing, pieces falling apart. Rolling across the earth. Some swallowed up. Whatever Control I thought I had is long gone. Tiredness and exhaustion have stolen my immortal soul. When you’re lost you no longer know who you are.
As I try to erase and blot out the voices of those telling me who I should be and how to get there. But I know to ask why. Don’t Put Your Chains on me for I’ve Made My Bed in the Land of Other.
Because I don’t want to join your journey………… For I’m Only a Few Steps Away from Grace….
For Mable Palmer who did not survivor cancer but lives on in our collective memories.
Happy Forgiving Friday! ♡ ☆
Happy #ForgivingFridays everyone! Join with fellow bloggers & post about forgiveness ANY DAY this week! You can post about your body like I did, or relationship, or you can even post something that opens you to love it. Anything that opens you to forgive. (See guidelines below ❤ )
***This post is my contribution for Frank’s Challenge, Steps & Nikki’s Creative Prompt, Persevere. Frank and Nikki, I am taking my steps to take care of myself – I may not be singing joy today and I am persevering because I love myself. It’s also my sharing for The Daily Post, Snack.
Today’s Forgiving Fridays is struggling with my body today.
Well, for Forgiving Fridays last week, I said how I was committing to writing in my journal each day with my food and forgiveness (how’s that – a “food and forgiveness” journal?!)
I’m happy to report that…
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