The Pink Rose Ball

So my friend Sandy invited me to the 2nd annual Pink Rose Ball which took place on the weekend. The Pink Rose Ball is a benefit event to raise funds for Breast Cancer awareness month. I must say the persons involved in executing the entire thing did a really really fabulous job and I say hats of to them, it was simply beautiful. Just to see over 300 beautifully dressed people was just heaven. However, it was not all just fun, there were some moments where tears where shared as women who I've seen around but never knew their story spoke about their battle with breast cancer and some AMAZING stories of survival and strength. I said to myself "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL  STRONG WOMEN". I could not help but to think of Brittany a young lady so dear to my heart who did not have breast cancer but lost her fight with cancer nonetheless just two months ago. Just 4 days shy of her 18th Birthday we lost her and I think it has been one of the most devastating things I've had to deal with. There was a part during the event that we were given the opportunity to light a candle for those who fought and those who are fighting and I could not pass up that opportunity. I lit my candle and thought of her then thought of my aunt Brenda, then thought of an old Co worker Ms. Lilly (who is still alive) and realized this Cancer thing is certainly affecting us all. Never forget those who fought and pray for those who are still fighting. Rest in Perfect Peace Brittany, I love you, you were my greatest experience. 

Seafront Sushi

Let's just say I had a great time and leave it at that...yes I ate too much! Love spending weekends with my girl Philly!

The Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.