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My reflection

My reflection

Kira

A little over three years ago I walked into the Starbucks coffee shop where I had begun writing six years ago. I was in a bad mood and a young woman at the table next to me looked up and I said, “What the fuck are you staring at” under my breath.

To my embarrassment it was here first day of employment there, and being the cruel person that I am I played it off as nothing and she would have to serve me everyday even though my presence extremely bothered her.

About six months later I came to my senses and sent her an email on Facebook, as I was afraid to apologize to her. This was the second mistake, as the apology should have ben in person. She told me to never contact her again, and I can’t say I blamed her as wind of my tarnished reputation had surely reached her.

It was the beginning of my realization of just how cruel and mean I had become, and how I turned my back on so many people that had helped me in my sobriety and life.
This awakening of mine then led to my first short film entitled “24 Hours of Forgiveness”.

http://www.openfilm.com/videos/24-hours-of-forgivness

Soon after I began work on another short film about a young woman with cancer. Watching Kira work everyday she soon became the lead character of Skyler in my screenplay, which had now developed into a feature script, entitled “Don’t Leave me this Way”.

http://www.openfilm.com/videos/24-hours-of-forgivness

The script itself has not yet developed but has turned into a little non profit-group of the same name. My group helps children with cancer express themselves through art and music therapy, and I have volunteers in two hospitals at the moment.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dont-Leave-Me-this-Way/284912578231406?ref=hl

Our Facebook page also offers online support to the children and recognizes a child fighting cancer daily with our “Brave Patient” of the day honor. I haven’t seen Kira since she quit the coffee shop a few years ago, but recently I found out she moved away from the area. I have often regretted not being able to apologize or have had the chance to meet her, but that is the way life is sometimes.

I recently read a poem about “The Change in Seasons” and it speaks of people who just come into your life and then just leave, never to be seen again. So many lessons and discoveries were made and one huge awakening

I wish I could just say Thank You to her in person, but alas I will continue to honor her request…

… In essence it feels almost like someone close has died, a feeling of an emptiness that you seem unable to recall from past memories; because you have no experience with the feeling, as it is so rare to most humans, as they are quite unaware of their soul’s reaction, and past relationships with another spirit…

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Street Artist

Street Artist

Heath is homeless and can be found on Long Beach, California, 2nd St., a chic Belmont Shore street cluttered with some of the trendiest shops and restaurants of today. He breaks down wooden produce carts and uses them for canvas, and selling them for twenty dollars so he can survive.