The Shotgun at the Market


Interesting perspective


I was grilling some burgers and hotdogs for my family on Thursday, and I ran up to the supermarket because I needed more buns, some potato salad, and other things that I never remember I ran out of the last time I had a cookout. I drove the three blocks to the market, hopped out of my car and was greeted by the sight of a middle-aged white man strapping a shotgun on his back and walking into the market just ahead of me. My initial reaction was irritation. Why is this guy bringing an apparently loaded firearm into the grocery store at 6pm on a Friday? Is he trying to intimidate people? Trying to make a political point? I wanted to go to the store manager and register a complaint, but I found it hard to call up my rational objections to carrying loaded guns in public places (objections…

View original post 867 more words


The Double Casket of Thomas & Mary Souder


The Chirurgeon's Apprentice

PM15I remember rummaging through an old trunk in my grandmother’s house when I was a child and coming across what seemed to me at the time a very unusual photograph. It was a monochromatic image of a beautiful, young woman lying in a white casket (not dissimilar to the photo on the left).

Curious, I plucked the photo from the trunk and went to find my grandma, who was parked at the kitchen table sorting through the piles of mail that inevitably found its way into her house everyday. She told me that the woman in the casket was a distant relative of mine named Lena, who had died tragically at the age of 17. “You know, people used to take photos of the dead back then,” she said, taking the picture from me and studying it closely as if she had never seen it before. “Imagine that,” she remarked…

View original post 752 more words

I wonder why…..


I went to school because I wanted to be a nurse. I had no clue. I was excited. Wanted to cure everyone. What I learned very quickly was that not everyone is able to be fixed. Not everyone wants to be fixed. Everyone but them may want them to be fixed. Some people are ready to die. Over the years, I’ve seen so much, questioned so much, worried so much all about others. Those who want to live the most seem to die, those who abuse themselves, their bodies and are careless and don’t care, live forever. I use to immerse myself in their lives, their feelings and thank god I have learned to pull back from doing that or I’d never have survived.