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  • You know a lot times we rest…

    but there are times where we also reflect.

    Every morning I walk down the sidewalk to my bike, I unlock my bike, and then I peddle off to go get breakfast down the road. Usually within a short 100 peddles I'm sitting down with a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, some fruit, and always a glass of orange juice.
    pretty simple I'd say…just the simpleness of a routine breakfast

    But then there's more. there always more isn't there?
    You may not know. You may never become aware in your entire life…but there's still more, like the sister who sits upstairs

    you know...the sister... the one who gave a part of her life so that her big brother could have life, so that he could pick up his hammer and chisel once again…yes the big brother who spent a part of his life forming the very walls that surround me as I eat.
    Now these walls didn't come easy, some would say around 5 years in time. Others would say a couple nails and a few swings of the hammer

    No one says it's simple, this breakfast it pretty simple, but the work and sacrifice made between a sister and her big brother is simply what has lead to the simplicity of this breakfast. Someone made a sacrifice for another. Someone engaged and didn't turn away. Someone got down on their hands and knees and started working in the dirt with the filthy wet rags.

    Someones work wasn't easy, nor is their work known by most, but their work will still forever remain in the walls around me.

    this work is only about 100 bicycle peddles away from where I began.

    now that I know of this work I simply Rest and Reflect in gratitude
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