Keeping Brother Glenn alive

There once was a herd of ten sheep and they were all raised in the same pen.
They looked at each other and said, “Look at you, YOU are the BLACK sheep of the family.”
“No, I am NOT. Have you looked at yourself? YOU are indeed the black sheep of the family.”
In their minds they all thought that they were indeed, fluffy white on the outside. When they looked at their brothers and sisters, they saw negativity, difference and darkness.
ONE DAY a shiny chrome, newly washed, 18 wheel freight truck pulled up next to them to deliver their food. When they all looked at their reflection as one family, they realized that they were all the same color. They were all beautiful and they were even more beautiful when they saw how they looked together as ONE.
I got a text message from Ohio saying Glenn is in a nursing home.
From deep within your heart ask Jesus to be by his side.

Glenn we LOVE YOU

Glenn we LOVE YOU

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING
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3 Responses to Keeping Brother Glenn alive

  1. Administrator says:

    Today the girl that hangs out at the Bookstore came in with naked feet. I don’t know what her reasoning was, but I liked that she was making a statement of some sort. She holds her hair back with a pink breast cancer headband. Even though it’s not allowed she brings her own food into the Cafe. Her idea of lunch is a organic nectarine and some sliced cucumbers. She sits by the window flipping through “Mother Earth” and watching people go by in the same distant, pleasant way one watches a feel good film.
    She doesn’t exactly keep her distance from the rest of society, but she doesn’t seem to rely on it.

    My new job relies on much more then my computer skills. ONCE AGAIN (dear God thank you) one door has closed (rather suddenly) and another one, maybe two or three have gracefully opened up for me.
    I am more involved with the huge large format printers Vewtech and Roland. The mechanics, maintenance and processing of REAL large format. Size really fucking matters here. When I was hired, he said that his company was “up and coming” more like, I think we are already there!
    First job I was involved with were the huge Times Square Windows at MTV headquarters in NYC.
    He’s already asked me to work on the website. I am going to attempt a totally Adobe Flash format which I have never done.
    I am looking at going back to school in Union County College this September for advanced Flash presentation/web design.

    Today, I have not had a drink or a drug in 7,179 days.
    I have been on this earth: 17,853 days.
    Yesterday Four very young American men were blown up by a “terrorist” roadside bombs in southern Afganaistan. Their time on this beautiful crazy planet is over.
    Today I will silently pray for their families.

  2. Ann says:

    looking forward to day 7,582… you’ll be there before you know it!

  3. Gary says:

    The door that slamed close (your old job) that you loved so much….what happened? I’m VERY proud of you and your being sober this long, I am sure brother it was long long road. Better days are instore you. I am proud to call you my brother. Now get in the back seat and get soom rest.

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