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Monday, February 24, 2014

A Small Thank You...

I have been influenced by many people in my life. My family, friends, professors and coworkers have all contributed to my success, and helped me achieve my goals. It’s very rare for someone I don’t know to have an effect on me.  Well, someone I don’t know has inspired me. The funny thing is I feel like I know him. I could easily hang out with him on my front porch, drinking a beer. For those who do not know who Norman Reedus is, please let me introduce you.

Yes, you can Google him and find his full filmography from The Boondock Saints to The Walking Dead.

Yes, you can read about and view his amazing photography.

Yes, you can follow him on Twitter.

These are all his amazing talents, but there’s so much more.

I met Norman this past October in Savannah, Georgia. The one thing that sticks out the most about meeting him was his patience. I have so much respect for someone who can deal with so many people day in and out. I work in retail management and my patience runs short. It may sound cheesy, but my coworkers look to me as a leader, as Norman’s fans look to him to be inspired. I couldn’t keep the similarities out of my mind.  It really helped me change my leadership style with my coworkers.

I know many fans post this, but I’m still shocked that he follows his fans on Twitter. For him to take the time to hit the follow button inspires millions. There could be that one fan across the country having a bad day, and he changes everything for that fan by following them. How can that not inspire or influence someone? I was one of those fans. I was working and studying so much, that I forgot what I loved. I love to write. So here I am, writing on my blog again.

So thank you Norman Reedus, for making me a better leader and allowing me to recognize my passion once again.

Sunday, February 23, 2014


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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Old Bonaventure

The full moon unleashed the ghostly night into the air

The moss hung from the trees like long horrific fingers

I walked slowly through the old graveyard, bare-footed, caressing the moist grass

My dress curled in the wind, as I waited in old Bonaventure.


The ghosts were in the air, the old dog pack racing through the gravestones

The weeping statue of Gracie Watson, softly filled the air

A dinner party of apparitions laughed in the breeze

I smiled as I felt his presence nearing, as I waited in old Bonaventure.


His breath slowly traveled down my spine as I felt his warm hands around my waist

He slid my dress straps down baring my soul to the midnight sky

I turned to him, kissed him with a fiery passion as we collapsed to the ground

Intertwining as one

Lips moaning together

Hands exploring each other

On the grounds of old Bonaventure.


The secret was safe

Safe with the ghosts who roamed the grounds for eternity

The night of passion and infidelity would be buried on the grounds of old Bonaventure.

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Tara Gergacs