An old man still on the street corner with a tin Cup in his hand. He would sing and dance a little bit for people that would walk by and if you like what he did he would ask can you spare a few dimes. His clothes showed sign of age and his hair was white and gray but he did not seem to have want or need, he just came out everyday. Some people wondered if he was crazy, other thought he was just a ***, but if you saw what he would do each night, then you would understand why he would do his little song and dance and Shake That Old tin can. When the sun were begin to sit low, the old man would take a walk down the street. They'd walk inside a little chapel and before an altar he would kneel. He would parties cup into the collection plate, and say Lord I did the best I could I hope that this little bit helps and there with it you can do some good. He would then get up and move on and go about his way, until the Sun would rise up and he started again the next day. One day you're the old man came up missing, where did he go you suppose? Nobody seemed to really miss him they just walk by and didn't notice at all. He finished up his work one day and did as he had done many nights before, but this time when he went to the alter he was met there by the Lord! He was pulled up from bending knees and Jesus Took the cup from his hand. The Lord then placed the crown upon his head, and the heavens began to expand. The old man turned around and he look back upon his life. He heard every prayer he prayed install every time you brought in his little can. What he saw now that he didn't see then, was that God had a master plan. Every few dollars the one in that plate, went into Masters hands! They're Jesus spoke over it and supplied it with blessings they could not be given by man. The old man self children being fed and people being taught the word. Then the Lord said to him the half that you have done is not even been known, but for your faithful service I now welcome you home. So when you think the smallest thing that you do is not enough, just remember that great things come on the smallest deed when it's touched by God's love.

Wake not the gentle sleeper until she has had her fill of rest. Let her delicate form lay silently between cool linens upon her soft and gentle bed. Take care not to disturb her, while she lays in the morning light. With golden rays of sunlight upon her breast and shining on her raven locks that are dark like onyx. Let her awake in her own time, arising to welcome a new day. The form of her navel firm like taught silk in a weavers loom. See how she raises her delicate hands to her lips that are the color of roses bright and fresh with the morning dew. Her blue eyes open as she washes away the sleep with clear water that refreshes her. Gaze upon her not with envy but in admiration that she was chosen fairest among the flowers of her fathers house. Take comfort that she is a glory to her husband and a giver of kindness to her children and to the poor. Her virtue is her beauty and quiet discretion is to her as a golden ornament. She wraps herself in silks and linen to be about her task. She stands in the opening of her porch to receive her near kinsmen with a kiss as gentle as a summers breeze. Rejoice in the presence of her, she who is delicate in her ways and steadfast in her strength, for how fair is my love above many of higher birth than she?

I may never write a great novel, or give a great speech to a large crowd, but the things that I have accomplished, of them I can be very proud. It has taken me a lifetime and the journey on a very difficult Road, but I have borne my burdens and helped others share their load. In my travels I have made a difference to those I have met along the way. I tried to help a different person each and every day. No man will not record my Deeds, they're written in every heart, for every life that I have touched, of that person I am now a part. So when you feel as if you have accomplished nothing, take a moment and reflect. Look back on all those you have met, and check off every time that you gave someone a helping hand, you were making a difference one life at a time.

Waves of color dark and Light, Ebbs and flows of humanity both wrong and right. Storm tossed regions filled with fear and fright, violence swells up and settles down like frothy waves against the rigid Shore. The people of the world formed their own ocean, flowing from Rivers into a sea of humanity. We mix and blend ourselves finding the way into one commonality. Like the ocean we toss and turn and swirl, having periods of calm and periods of ravage storm, but as the water that joins into the sea, we are joined one to another in humanities great ocean.

My arrow drives deeply into his neck and knees by halves

I draw the arrow out drowning him in his own blood

Shifting my aim across the bow

I curve out my knife, look at the wound

clutch it like it's me who's dying

That's the day I stopped believing in hopeless life

Japanese cusine takes precison and care to prepare, life also takes great care. For some, eating sushi is adventurous and for others it is mundane because it's what they do every day. The same goes for life, living outside of the comfort zone is exciting to some, while taking risk is of no consequence to others it's just what they do. If you find sushi palatable and eat it often, then you must keep it well or it will spoil in begin to stink. Life must also be kept well, if you don't take care about how you live, some of the things that we choose to do can also have a stench about them. This is why if you look carefully you'll find that life and sushi have a lot in common.

Fit into the dress, so they won't like you less, keep your size near zero, that is how it goes. Each day is a chore not knowing if you can do it anymore. Eat, then purge to keep yourself beautiful. Repeat, then feel miserable about yourself. You enjoy the attention, but in private you cannot stand the pain. Wanting to be beautiful shouldn't come at such a high price. So once again you go through the motions, eat, purge then repeat to keep the image of what you think others want to see in you.