#tbt dancing with this #beautiful lady on her #wedding night. #oldfriends #Georgia
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When my father was young, he had two sons. He never married their mother and they separated. He then met and married my mother and moved from Los Angeles to a little village in Western New York where I was born and grew up with my two younger brothers. My two older brothers would switch between living with their mother in Los Angeles, until they got in trouble with the law, and here, with my father, until they got board of the tiny village of only a few thousand people.
One day my oldest brother, Lionel, became angry during an intense argument with my father and punched a hole in a door. My father was going to fix the hole, but never seemed to get around to it. In the meantime, he used this painting of this woman to cover the hole.
Sometime after, my brothers went back to Los Angeles again. My brother Lionel never came back home. He was shot and killed. The 19th of this month will mark 15 years ago when he was killed. I was only 7 years old when he died. I cannot say I really remember him. I have one vague memory of a family photo with him. I feel cheated to have not gotten to know him. He was apparently very fond of my younger brothers and me.
The door with the hole in it came to be the door to my bedroom. I was too young to remember my brother punching through the door. I had, at some point, known of the hole and why it was there. However, over time I became unaware of it. Sometime in high school, I noticed this painting on my door that had simply always been there, or at least as long as I could remember. I found the painting too feminine to be on my door, and took it down, only to find the forgotten hole.
I wondered why my father had never replaced the door or at least fixed the hole. My dad loved fixing up the house. But I came to feel that my father left the hole there as a metaphor for the hole left by the loss of his oldest son. The hole was visual evidence of his son and the empty space was the vacuum his death caused. I decided to take down the picture and replace it with a variation of a poem called The Paradoxical Commandments by Dr. Kent M. Keith
People you love may often be unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you may win some false friends and some true enemies.
If you are honest, people may cheat and deceive you.
Be honest anyway.
What you spend years building, others could destroy overnight.
If you find happiness, others may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today might often be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
Give the world your best anyway.
It’s interesting the things we choose to hold on to. More importantly is not what, but why. #jadeelephant #jade #elephant
Remembering Pearl Harbor #NeverForget @USNavy @USMC
Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty—into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight—for you.
If it’s raining, you will most likely find French photographer and artist on tumblr, Manuel Plantin outside. Of Strasbourg France, he has a talent for transforming reflections into photographs that resemble paintings. Coincidentally, he isn’t a fan of the rain, but it suits his hobby well and provides him with the environment necessary to create amazing art. That being said, if it’s raining expect to see Manuel outside with his camera in tow.
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UP, UP AND AWAY
Members of the U.S. Marine Security Force walk through the halls of the U.S. Embassy February 6, 2007 in Baghdad, Iraq . The platoon of Marines from the Anti-Terrorism Battalion was tasked with defending the exterior of U.S. diplomatic mission against attacks in one of the most dangerous cities in the world. (Photo by John Moore/Getty Images)
Anti-Terrorism Battalion was my old battalion.
the sleepier you are the more i want to kiss you