Bird on a wire

Sometimes if I take the time to slow down enough to think I realize that nothing is really ever more important to my well being than the happiness of the people I care about. Although, I automatically seem to internally make hypothetical choices that would benefit me. Nothing…I mean nothing matters more than family and for those who do not have the traditional “family” setting, I offer friendship and gracious prayers for you to pass the obstacles before you with pure confidence.

The Rose Story




There was once an old rich man who heard of a rose which, when plucked of one of it’s petals would give that man immortality. The only problem was that the rose was surrounded by thousands of poisonous thorns and atop a large mountain. He sent man after man to die from these thorns just so he could walk on their bodies for protection from the thorns. After years of foolish men taking bribes to crawl as far as they could before death towards the rose, the final “stepping stone” fell dead. He then made his journey over broken bones and rotting flesh to reach his rose. Once he reached the very top of the mountain the man spoke out to the rose:

“Oh costly rose, the men you have made lifeless just to grant me immortality. I laugh at this ironic circumstance and will now take my petal”

He reached out and grasped a petal, then from the ground arose a figure, covered in dirt and maggots, seemingly lifeless. The figure stood up slowly with the rose in its hand and spoke:

” Oh great sir, what a man are thee, to sacrifice thousands to set me free of this immortality, one hundred years have passed since I too climbed over weak men to fall to this trickery!”

before the rich old man could speak his mouth fillled with dirt and his body sunk into the ground slow and in agony. The petal crumbled in his hands and a new rose blossomed upon his shallow grave of immortality. The figure then dusted off his body and began to open his eyes and look around and noticed the mans coin purse amidst the rosebush.  Rusty with common sense the mans greed reached in with wide eyes to grasp the purse and in one swift motion he scraped a single lonley thorn and died right there at the rosebushes base…

Although in his grave the rich old man was very aware of what fate dealt to him and his predecessor… and he smiled, awaiting the next man who shall sacrifice the weak for…