(3/3) -Most of life's gifts aren't seen, they're felt.-
She was stabbed in the back, sure. But it doesn't mean she couldn't stand up straight.
"But life's too short to live in the negativity." She added. "I had my kids and that made me happy." "Do you feel like you've recovered?" "I'll never get over it, but I can accept it. And I have." "What did it take for that to happen?" "I met someone. It was difficult at first to open up, but with time I saw his character and even
(2/3) Most people won't experience such hardships and threats to their ability to live a fulfilled life. But the ones that do, and the ones who are strong enough to pull through, have absolute greatness.
Her voice was seemed dry, but was thick with emotion. The scene was quiet and she was sitting by herself. As I sat next to her she exposed her greatest struggles, but just stared out into the distance. It felt as if she was looking at what she had accomplished, and also wha
Her dark boots stood in sharp contrast against the light colored pavement and the red storefront window behind her. I felt a certain defensiveness about her. Maybe it was the way she sat on the bench by herself with her legs crossed. There was a feeling of absence, the kind created by hurtful actions of one you trust. Her boot zipper seemed to light up in the sun hitting her crossed leg. I wanted to capture that through the eyes of those that matter... Those that see true bea