Un-communicated feelings mean squat! People don't know how you feel until you tell them. Seven years ago my best friend died of cancer.
He was just a little boy on the week's first day.
He was wandering home from Sunday School, and dawdling on the way.
Let’s put the seniors in jail, and the criminals in a nursing home.
As an airport skycap checked through a customer at curbside, he accidentally knocked over the man's luggage. He quickly collected the fallen bags and apologized for the mishap.
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze;
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform,
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast;
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
At some point in our life we started to notice others judging us.
Angry relatives of 9/11 victims last night clashed with supporters of a planned mosque near Ground Zero at a raucous community-board hearing in Manhattan.
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
Pete Rose, the famous baseball player, and I have never met, but he taught me something so valuable that it changed my life.