Ray
TJ
Chiya
Blue
Shakti
January
February
December
An old man, bitter with age and cynical to a fault, he spends his days hating the
world and wishing it would all just go away.
This does not describe Greyhound.
Happy go lucky, a plump young girl who feels like her whole life is ahead of her,
Ray spends her days dreaming about the future.
This does not describe Ray.
Unafraid of anything or anyone, he wears his heart on his sleeve and believes that the
world is infinitely good.
This does not describe TJ.
Homeless, heartbroken, abandoned by family and friends, she wishes nothing more than
to find a new home.
This does not describe Chiya.
Self-conscious and shy, Blue has the best of relationships with his father and waits
breathlessly for the day when they are reunited.
This does not describe Blue.
Outgoing, energetic, afraid of nothing in this world and independant from her brother,
Shakti talks to anyone who meets her.
This does not describe Shakti.
Shy, retiring, is quiet until spoken to and, beyond all, humble, January donates
all her time and energy to helping those less fortunate than herself.
This does not describe January.
Calm, collected, somewhat inactive, February likes to spend her days knitting and doing housework.
This does not describe February.
Emotionally stable, stolid, a powerful reflection of everything a pillar of strength
should be, Decemeber is the glue that holds her family together.
This does not describe December.
There's a place in New York
Life is continuing
Where the old people die
Where most people end up
At some time in their life.
But that place is not final,
Nor the last chance you have,
For as long as you're breathing,
You still can survive.
And if you would bother to just turn your head,
Take a jump, take a leap, a deep breath and a chance
Grab a friend and your mind,
Step five feet to the left,
You may find once you're there
With some help you will live.
So stand up and stand tall, or crouch down out of sight,
Either will help you to get through the night.
Now deep breath and a glance, try to remember--
Five feet to the left.
So get up.
Go live.
~anonymous
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