I’m not sure I know how to express the frustration any other way than to write about. Writing in itself is therapy for a clustered and chaotic mind. When thoughts are moving at a thousand miles an hour the pen slows it down enough for me to breath.
And to breath so more.
Thoughts that linger too long sour and become putrid — even toxic. It eats away at your sanity little by little.
I had the opportunity to photograph my companies Red Coat Ride Out event in which representatives from the THE PLAYERS Championship visited several organizations throughout Jacksonville to personally award them with grant funds. One such organization was Dreams Come True. This organization, in essence, brings dreams to life for kids battling life-threatening illnesses. The child we visited was Zack. While I’m not sure what his ailment is, you would have never guessed there was anything wrong. He was charismatic, thankful and just filled with life.
One of his wishes was to get an autograph football from Tim Tebow… and well, he got his wish. Unfortunately Tim couldn’t be there personally to give it to him so on his father delivered it on his behalf. The look on Zack’s face was simply priceless. The only thing he loves more than Tebow are penguins. So it was only fitting that he got one with a Tebow jersey!
I often times read about how companies have donated x amount of dollars to certain charities. And while it’s nice to read about these things, but to personally witness it and photograph it — it truly gave me a sense of hope and optimism in humanity. I am especially proud to be associated with a company who gives back to the community — which I believe in 2009 donated 2.5 million to organizations such as Dreams Come True. I can only pray that Zack overcomes this illness and lead a long, healthy life.
I can’t believe another week has gone by.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, with Christmas to follow suit. Finals will soon pull me into their demands. End of year projects will pull me yet even farther – stretching me thin like butter on too much bread.
Some days are less bareable than others. Some days I just want to let go and let it just fall apart. Some days I just want to be human and drench my troubles in tears.
