My life in Quotes

The Rock A man walked down a winding road, Clutched in his hand a smooth rock. He thought about his day and said nothing. He was covered in ashes and so was his rock. His rock was from the room in his daughter’s room. It was her pet rock. He was alone in Pompeii or so he thought. The volcano it spewed and he ran to the sea. He ran to escape his life. The volcano took it all away. His friends and family all a memory. He sat down on the pier and slid into the water. Wading a path to the nearest boat. Still clutching that smooth rock. What man runs from history. No man can escape history, Unless they chose to never be remembered. He left a world behind that was remembered. He will not. We only know from the great historians. We only know from the excavations. You know, Time will tell if we run or we fall. Will we be remembered at all. I wrote this for myself. It was an ode to my love of history and how I have overcome so much in my life. ...

Things I think about: Turtles, they hide in their shells when frightened. Is it true? I'll have to look it up on the internet. If it's on the internet does it make it true, only if it's from a credible source? What makes that source credible? Hmmm... ... I wish I had chosen history as my degree instead of marketing then I could have pretended to teach those who in reality would be teaching me but should I give credit to Roger for that? If I were to get scared while teaching I could just put my head in my desk and have a web cam in my desk so the kids could see me and continue to teach... lol! If I were a bubble boy turned into a man in bubble would I have to have disability accommodations for stupidity? If I were a bubble man I would have a van with the front seats taken out and a curved ramp that would pull out so I could park and roll out of the van when I get to my destination. If I were a teacher in a bubble... -April 26th, 2016 I love school... wait f...