IMPULSE

An old man is sitting at his usual bench in the park.  A lady running the trail stops to take a seat next to him.

WENDALL: Hello there.
BREANNE:  Hey. Hows it going?

WENDALL: I'm good, how bout yourself?

BREANNE: I'm doing alright. just out here on my normal morning run.
WENDALL: Yes I can see that. I see you every morning out here while I sit on my bench here.
BREANNE: Oh really?? I think I've seen you too.
WENDALL: Yeah you probably have.
BREANNE: Are you here every morning? 

WENDALL: Indeed. I walk over here in the morning from my house on Wilber street. I sit here and think about my days with my wife playing in this park at such a young age.
BREANNE: Your wife has left you? 
WENDALL: She passed away just 2 years ago and I don't think that I have missed a morning yet to come out here and ease my heart of her lose.
BREANNE: I'm so sorry. I couldn't even imagine losing my husband.
(pause)

WENDALL: It was really hard at first but after finding a way to ease myself it has gotten better.... Well I should let you get back to your run.
BREANNE: Yeah I guess so... Nice meeting you.
WENDALL: Nice meeting you too......
BREANNE: Breanne. My name is Breanne.
WENDALL: Mine is Wendall. Hope to talk to you again sometime.
BREANNE: Yeah i will definitely see you again.

What The...

If you open the gates for me Lets begin
You can burn my clothes when im gone
I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way tonight
Or you can tell my heart
When the rain starts to pour
It's like you're stuck in second gear
Clap Clap Clap Clap
Yes me daddy snow
Together we are like a tornado
I'm the Boom Shakata
But I won't do that
Till the final act
But god is watching us
He is watching from a distance
It would echo throught the land
And hit the hearts of every single man
Give Me A Sign

Shake The Dust

This... This right here is for the people.  This is for the people who eat lunch alone everyday of there high school career.  For the people who sit… alone in their home.  For those who walk with there head hung low. Shake the dust.  This is for the people who have very little, who feel very little, but have dreams that the world couldn’t even imagine. This is for the homeless and the heartless that just walk past completely oblivious to them.  Shake the dust.  This is for the people who feel as if they will never be loved.  And the people who need love. Shake the dust.  This is for the people who think hell is the place for them.  For the negative thinkers. Shake the dust.  Shake the dust off of yourself.  Shake it off like a dog shakes of water, shake the dust.  This is for the dogs left home.  The puppies sitting, crying in the window.  Shake the dust. This is for the people who wake up in the morning to just another day.  Wake up and shake the dust off that has settled on you over night and become who you really are in the sense of you… not the world.  This is for the women who see themselves as ugly or fat or not good enough for… the world.  Grab the world and shake it. Shake it until you can’t shake no more and then… grab it again.  Shake it like your life depended on it let all your anger out on it.  Shake the dust off. Don’t let the dust settle on top of anything.  This is for the kids who grew up to fast.  For the lost parents. For the lost families. Shake the dust.  This is for those who are forgotten.  For the people who feel like they make no one happy.  Shake the dust.  Everytime you stand walk, everytime your mouth opens speak, and everytime that you feel down because of something that was said or done towards you.  Grab it and shake the dust off.  Shake it tell your hands feel like falling off.  Shake the dust.  Shake the dust.  Shake the dust.