Risk

In order to get anywhere successful in life I believe one should take risks. There are times, of course, when one should not take risks, but for the most part a person is always risking something. They could be risking judgement, penalty, criticism, etc. Not all of the outcomes are bad though, there is the desired chance of success, persuasion, or change. People need to take risks in order to make a change in the world, or in order to be successful. This does not mean that one should risk not doing their homework for a week hoping that teachers will stop assigning it, that's not going to happen. The reasoning behind the risk has to be somewhat...reasonable. A good example is investing in a business that you are not positive will take off. But along with these extremes comes every day risks. We make risks like driving every day, or going on an airplane, or talking to a new person you've never met. These are all risks, but you wouldn't really be able to live if you didn't take them.

Powerful Images

I was reading my blog for the project and she linked the most powerful images of the year. I just had to share! Some of these are actually insane, I love them. My dad and I looked at them together and some of them are extremely sad, funny, interesting, or just completely insane!
Some of my favorites are number 7, I think it is honestly hilarious. She's getting sprayed in the face with pepper sprain, just look at it! How could you not chuckle a little bit when you see this?
I just started at number 8 for like 3 minutes straight. Can you even imagine? I can't even say anything about it, i'm just shocked every time I see it.
Oh my! I can't even believe number 10! I didn't even know that was possible!
My dad got a huge kick out of number 16, serves them right huh?
Number 18 is my favorite. It makes me think of the end of the world, I am speechless when I see it. IT'S INSANE!!
Okay the rest are pretty great too but number 18 is my favorite beyond favorite. I made it my desktop background.

The Lady With the Stroller

"Two more blocks. Two more, two more, two moooore. Two more blocks and we will be opening the doors to cushioned chairs surrounding a blazing fire that will thaw out the tips of my toes." This runs through my head as I wait for the symbol to change from a big orange hand signaling me to stay on my current side of the road, to the skinny, white man informing me that it might be safe to walk. "Now if only she doesn't wake up, then I'd call this a pretty successful trip to the coffee shop."

Why I looked to my right, I don't know, but maybe if I hadn't the man would have spotted a different victim to stare down until they forged over some cash. He had long, greasy hair that I assume used to be dreadlocks, and ragged clothes. Either he had a very rough night, or he was homeless. As I tried to ignore him, I felt his stare pierce through me and my baby. "Please stop looking at her!" I thought, but didn't dare say incase he took it as a challenge. I wondered why all of the others waiting to cross the street were looking away, very obviously pretending to be oblivious to the current situation. Thanks my fellow citizens.

I quickly grabbed my purse and searched for the one thing I hoped would stop making him look at my baby that way. Lipstick tossed to the right, address book to the left, handkerchief...I was wondering where that went, ah. My wallet. The color of the pink roses would usually remind me of the purchases I make on the objects that make me happy. Instead I was grabbing it in hopes of ridding of the man who was as still as a statue, piercing my child with his gaze. I frantically pulled the thin piece of paper and held it out for the man to take.

When he snached it from my hand and went on his way, my heartbeat slowed and my grip released it deathly hold on the stroller. For what seemed like an hour, the symbol changed and I quickly went on my way to the coffee shop, frazzled from the rush of adrenaline.