The dear blankness of page
The beauty of words unwritten
The purity of white
The silence of lead
Pain unspoken
Sadness unwritten
Me, I died
And no one listened
My friends are gone
My mama she left me
The things in my life
Mean nothing
I hide in a corner
My only escape
Awaiting the death that
Is coming
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
This book is an autobiographical account of the lessons I learned about life and how I was able to apply them to inspire, motivate and empower others in my own work as a firefighter, as well in my daily life as a husband, a father and a man. When I w
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
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