Snapshots from Home, Stories from Dysfunctional High School

Shadows Under the Streetlight
We find our comfort where we can get it. We all have different tools. Some go to the church and that works well for them. Others may find power in knowledge. It matters little how you choose as long as when you choose you think it through. Every action has a pay-off but every action has a consequence too. Sometimes consequences last forever... isn't the rest of your life worth ten more minutes of consideration? As Shakespeare said, “What is done can not be undone.”
These stories are considerations, simple snap shots of moments that hang in time... they hang in the mind, in the soul... only to remind us that others' views may not always be our own. They remind us to look at those snapshots... realize our consequences... consider our own personal truth without disregard to others.
This book was written to help, not offend. We are not judging, we are openly sharing our feelings, disclosing our thoughts, with the intention of finding our halos; no matter how tarnished. If we can find it within our hearts to tell the truth, without fear of persecution, that alone will bring the hope we are seeking. The halo may dim but it is always there, within ourselves, and it really doesn’t take much to get it to shine again.
Truth you see, shines brighter than a beacon, shines so brightly that even the blind can see it. Truth is a gift from above. Holy men seek it. Scientists seek to prove it. Even a degenerate will tear apart others in trying to claim it. Funny isn't it? That it was inside us all along, hiding in our souls as all halos will. But once we've told that truth and respected the truth of others that halo will shine for all the world to see. Sort of proves that the universe is not without a sense of irony, doesn't it?