Life of a Salesman Chapter 3

My mother didn't like me all that much. Oh she loved me but she just didn't like me. She would tell me this when she put me to sleep at night. "Love you! Don't like you very much, but you are my son." "Love you too, mom. Mom? Did dad like me?" I would ask. "Yes he did, honey, he loved you." "So how come you dont like me much?" "Not sure - but I love you." "So you love me so much that you cannot like me?" "I guess you can say that - now go to sleep."

The 5310 Testament

She paused and then looked at me. "I need my time back. I am running out of it - I was given all these years and I wasted them.." She stood up to leave, "I need to go..."

One O One (Happy Birthday)

This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.

Infinite Loss

It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world.