At the Celebration of Cupcake's Life, I walked around Bar Church at the faces of Tybee Island. I saw the love in their eyes, heard them talk of things she's done, stories of how she loved them. I saw our siblings mingle with those I've grown to love over the 15 years. She called Tybee home. I hear laughing ... Yes, laughing. One wonders how can people laugh when we hurt so much. We laugh because we share a common love. We laugh because relationships are healing. We laugh because they see her in me. We laugh because God is praised!
MY TYBEE FAMILY smile when you remember a place we dance together, eat together, dolphins jump. And please, by all means please, don't freak when you see me walking your beautiful streets or sitting on the walk-over, Cupcake is NOT haunting you!
Sunshine and Smiles, Anne.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Around the Corner
"Glad for him," I honestly answer.
He deserves everything he gets after spending the 23 years being a Doctor to the Homeless, developing the Street Medicine concept, making it a world wide endeavor and ... in his office he can't sit behind his desk because that's where he's stuck all the awards he's won.
"I don't have any other place to put them," he explains.
What's one more award for someone who's already received hundreds?
The more you receive, the less they mean ... except such ceremonies and broadcasts allow you the chance to continue advancing your message.
It's a new audience to spread the word to and an opportunity for more converts, contributors and believers.
In some ways it's like being a Prostitute ... the more corners you own ... the more you make ... but it's okay because ... there's a few more buying into what you're selling.
When others take your idea ... your heart ... and make it their own ... well ... either good or bad things happen ... depending on the idea.
Jim's idea ... and heart ... are pure.
"Do I know him?" Laurel, the 11 year old, asks snuggling with us under the lights of the Christmas Tree.
"He's stayed with us several times," Sarah replies. "You know him."
"How old was I?" she fires.
"It was a couple of years ago," I answer.
"Oh," she absentmindedly mumbles returning to whatever she's watching on her phone.
But ... here's to you Jimbo! ... you picked up another couple of blocks last night ... the rest of the world is just around the corner.
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