Appreciate what you got

Woah
I do not like seeing people on the streets, either walking with a backpack or parked in a business parking lot. It breaks my heart to see that there are poor when we as a society have the resources to help one another. I appreciate the things I have even more because there are others that long to have what I have. People should have a roof over their head, but not all do.

Seeing the parked mini SUV with all windows open makes me sad and brought me close to tears. I'd seen it before parked in the same parking lot. It's a man that lives in his car. He comes and goes; maybe so as not to draw attention from businesses, people, etc. Hopefully he overcomes Maslow's hierarchy's first step. ;D

Appreciate what you have because there is always someone who is worst off than you. Sadly we forget that.

The END.

The end is already here.
When man decides to kill man.
It hurts to see/hear about such tragedies. What is going on w/ these "men"? Everyday it seems that there are more and more acts of destruction. Lives are being taken. I want it to stop.

Y

YOLO y'all
You're young
Yell
Yay
Yo
Yarp
Yield, yellow
Yogurt, yummy

Y? There may be a scientific answer but it won't suffice. At least to me.

Y me? Y not me?! - never have asked myself that one. WOW.

Procrastinator? Guilty.

Causes 1 & 2 seem right...

BUT happy to have found and read this WSJ article>>http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10000872396390443537404577579033271214626.html
Here's the part that made me happy. :P

"But are procrastinators truly unproductive? In most cases, the exact opposite is true. They are people who not only get a lot done but have a reputation for getting a lot done. They don't have neat desks or even neat desktops on their laptops. They spend a lot of time playing catch-up. But they are likely to be creative and on the whole amiable. After all, if you tend to keep people waiting, it makes them crabby; it doesn't pay to make things worse by being crabby yourself."

Creative. Amiable. :D

Blessed to have met such a beautiful person....

Little things remind me of him....
Sometimes when I pour myself some water from the pitcher he set aside for me to buy. I had forgotten that he had done so. When he gave me a discount on a plate because it was chipped. Even though I insisted he shouldn't. His response: shaking his head with gusto and walking away to mark it down. Smiling at the memory...... Kept all his emails. God, close to tears... He was pure just like the water I pour. Sometimes at the mention of *bucks, or when I visit someones home and they have taken the time to decorate their homes, when I hear the song played at his funeral service remind me of him. Forever in my heart. Truly blessed to have met such an alive person. R.I.P "Uncle Sam" 
His many expressions will be greatly missed. 
Scatia! 
:P