when I was a kid, there was a little boy who lived down the street, that my brother would go over to his house to play.the boy went to a sketeboard camp at smu one summer.one day, he was at camp, and, some kinda freak-accident, a concrete pylon, or a concrete something, fell on the boy.I cant remember his name.he died that day.at skateboard camp...where I take meditation, the monk there has a refrigerator.on the refrigerator door is a bumpersticker.the most poignant bumpersticker I have ever seen.you could die today.I realize, this is pretty morbid, and a truth few care to give too much thought to.my message is simple-too often, we get too caught up...live today and love today
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 14:10:16 +0000
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