If only this were to really happen, but it is just my wishful thinking.

Sometimes someone gets rescued in a most unusual way from a desperate situation. Read this story and find how a hero may be someone we would never expect, and a somewhat reluctant one to boot.

A view of the future of newspapers.

Some thoughts on the human mind and soul.

The ifs of our lives.

The journeys of a life, in curiosity, as one Whole life.

Of Friendship, longing, love, and wonderment.

An art of poetry, prose, word workings, and listening.

Although it is short in length, I’ve been working on this poem since February of 2007. I started writing it in a class I took at Saint Michael’s College in Vermont, that was taught by the infamous Irish poet, Greg Delanty, and was entitled “Poetry Writing Workshop I”. Greg gave me a lot of positive feedback on this particular poem. Furthermore, this poem highlights the use of alliteration and assonance. Lastly, I wrote this poem because I am from the Boston area and have been working in Harvard Square for the past ten summers of my life.

Our soldiers fight daily on order of the Commander in Chief. They follow those orders without question. They are the ones who make sacrifices every day.