You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
The sky's the limit--your sky, your limit.
Today my academic decathlon coach passed away after a long battle against cancer. He was one of the greatest men I have ever met, and I can honestly say he saved my life. I have no idea where I would be, or who I would be without him. He was not only a great soul but I considered him a second father- a man who mentored me, made me feel confident, and made me feel like I was important. He was one of those people who when you looked them you saw no flaw.
For four years I would go to his room and eat lunch, because that was the only place I would find solace. For four years I spent as much time as I could around him because I felt like I fit in, I felt like an equal. He never treated me like others around campus, he made me feel like I was worth something. Losing him today broke me in a way that I never expected. I knew this time would come, but never expected it to come today or even now.
He is a fighter, a Tartar per say. He was loved and touched by everyone who met him, and was an inspiration for all. I will always remember his smiling face and his jokes when I spent time with him. He was that one person that I always wanted to make proud. Without him I wouldn’t have accomplished as much as I did so far in life.
His class was when I realized I wanted to book blog, his class was where I realized how much I love history, his class is where my best friend and I bonded and spent almost all our time together and his class is where I discovered who I really am.
He helped me realize that being me isn’t a crime. For years I felt like it was until I met him. He not only helped me find myself when he was with me but even today after losing him I have realized how much more I can become. How much more I want to achieve just to make him proud.
So while crying on skype with Zareen I began to realize that Jones was not only a mentor to us, but he was an angel in disguise. He touched those around him and spread joy, wit, and enlightened us all. Even during his battle, he was optimistic and joyful. There are only a few who can do that.
I can only say thank you to Jones for being here and spreading joy, thank you touching all those hearts, and thank you for your encouragement, and for saving my life.
" Whatever happened, it happened for good.
Whatever is happening, is happening for good.
Whatever that will happen, it will be for good.
What have you lost for which you cry?
What did you bring with you, which you have lost?
What did you produce, which has destroyed?
You did not bring anything when you were born.
Whatever you have, you have received from Him.
Whatever you will give, you will give to Him.
You came empty handed and
you will go the same way.
Whatever is yours today was somebody else’s yesterday and will be somebody else’s tomorrow.
Change is the law of the universe”- Geeta Saar
Couldn’t have said it better myself. <3
My heart is shattered.
Just a few moments ago, I learned that my high school academic decathlon coach passed away. He fought a long, hard battle with cancer, so I’m glad to think that he’s not suffering anymore.
Earth lost a great man today, but Heaven gained a beautiful soul.
Rest in peace, Mr. Jones. I’ll always remember you.
- Richelle E. Goodrich (via avoxia)
If we shipped Steve and Sherlock we could call it CapsLock
AND ALL THE FANFICTION WOULD BE TYPED LIKE THIS
Which means Thor will have written it.
I LOVE TUMBLR.
YES THIS SHIP.
I LIKE IT.
STEVE GRABBED THE ALL-OBSERVING MAN, AND WITH THE PASSION OF A HUNDRED WARRIORS, THEY ENGAGED IN INTIMATE MOUTH TO MOUTH ACTION, MUCH TO MY PERSONAL SATISFACTION.