...Everybody's got a story.. A brand new book with every chapter different. An entire society so much different.. but so much the same.
Some have long nights.. Sleepless and tearful.. Some are happy.. Some sleep without worry..
It's amazing.. It's exceptionally amazing, how every life that passes you by, every single person that passes you on a crowded street corner, every stranger walking the highway late at night thumbing a ride.... They all have a story.
Some violent. Some vile. Some amazing... Many heros and heroines walk among us. Average day saviors. People that came and went through someone else's life like a whirlwind but changed it more anyone would have ever anticipated..
Every family that sits for dinner at a table, whether in their home or a noisy crowded restaurant, has a history. A history of laughs and pain---so much ungodly pain can exist in those families..
Behind every smile or frown is an entire story of something .. A vast array of memories.. A huge volume of words can be written about each life that surrounds us on this earth..
Every person in front of you in a line at the bank has a family. Every old man that sits on a bench watching his last days as a human fly by has a life of memories and laughs and tears. Every lonely soul had friends..
Everyone has loved someone.. At some time. And some are left with no love in the end. They either chose it or accept it.
Snowy days, cold nights, sunny days.. days at the beach, sleigh rides in a forest.... long drives home for Christmas.. Bouquets of flowers on Easters past.. Cookouts on the Fourth of July..
Fights with families.
Laughs.
Bullies in school..
We all share such common ground but don't know it..
We are all walking on the same path. But to where!? To damnation!? To peace? .. or just more war.
There are veterans among us. The man or woman with wrinkles a nickel deep in their aged face .. They saw more than we ever could imagine. Prisoners.. Hostages..
We all lose our parents. We all lose those we love.
Some never had parents.. Some lost their chilren. They will never forget that chapter of their story nor get through it without being forever altered.
We all lose role models. After all, we all have them.
We all have had too much to drink..
We all need one now and then.
And then, just when we think we know someone, we can find out the truth: We know hardly anything about anyone.. Just as life can be predictable the unpredictable can happen. And does.
So next time you sit next to a stranger or pass one on the street, remember: They all had nights too long to handle. They all had a lover.. They all laughed. And hurt. And they may just hurting when you see them, even if a smile forms on their face.
Behind their cold eyes can be a warm heart.. Behind their eyes can be one dark.
Everybody has a story.
An amazing fact in a life filled with clutter and noise. Suspend the noise. And read the story...at least what you're allowed to read.
Is it a kiss? Are the siblings in a womb engaging in loving acts? 
It's a storm to remember.. but those living through it all hope they forget it as soon as they possibly can...
First the animal-mentality of the Saddam Hussein beheading and now this: 
My finace went home... I had too much coffee.. I can't sleep. Cleaned the stove, ran the sweeper.. scrubbed the sink.. still not tired. So I dug out an old tape I bought back in the late 80s.. Hulkamania 3..(yes there must have be two more before this that I never had)...
Finally some good news in the world--it actually does exist now and then..
Bush's words: "Well, no question, decisions have made things unstable"
I was pretty distraught to read this 
