Surf Daze / Photography by Ryan Kenny
My mom snagged this video when we visited our favorite little family while we were in Utah. Tyson, whom I am about to introduce to you, taught himself this song (along with many others) all on his own - despite his many medical setbacks. What hits me the hardest is his ability to recognize his mama coming into the room without being able to see her (as he is blind), and even without her making a sound. That’s love in its purest form. I have known & loved this boy (and his sweet brother) their whole lives, but it was Steven’s first experience with them, and their gentle spirit, and obvious brilliance moved my dear husband to tears.
“Tyson is thriving despite the early difficulties. However, he has been fed through a tube his entire life and can not currently eat solid food. Specialists do exist that aid in feeding development and sensory therapy, but the cost is beyond the finances of a family already dealing with the strains of raising two special needs children. The family has found the STAR CENTER (starcenter.us) which offers an 8 week treatment session that is the best chance for Tyson’s future. This needed therapy will help Tyson gain the independence he needs to live a strong and successful life while lowering the long term medical complications and expenses for him and his family.
Please join us in reaching our goal of $20,000 to cover the cost of treatment for Tyson.
With your help, along with others like you in the community, we can help Tyson receive the treatments he needs to be able to live the most productive life possible. Thank you for taking the time to consider Tyson and his needs at this time.” (source.)
Please visit www.moveyourfeet2eat.org to help send this golden little boy, with the most massive heart, to a camp that will make a world of a difference in his life. Help him continue to fight against his struggles. Please. They have a month until, as Tyson says, they will go to “Colorado” and he will “EAT!” And every cent counts.
Thank you in advance for your kindness.
Sweetest thing, read and help this precious boy out <3
God help you if you are an ugly girl, course too pretty is also your doom ‘cause everybody harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room
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He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.” -Bob Marley
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I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
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