He saw her tears. He felt her pain. He wanted to dry her eyes, help her to heal, make her smile. Before long, he began to help, in any way he could. Before long, he saw his gift. Before long, he began to love, care and fight for others. After long, he had loved, cared and fought for so many, he had lost his way… lost touch with himself. Though he was born a fighter, and knew well how to fight for himself and for others, and though he was…
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Life… So full of contrasts… Day and night… Color photos; black & white… Top and bottom; earth & sky… Good and bad; wrong or right… Oil and vinegar; wet or dry… iPhone and Android; Mac or Windows… To find happiness is to find the middle… For in the middle lies the beautifully delicate… Balance. Copyright © 2015 Matt D. Talford All rights reserved