I'd Bring Back...

If I could bring one person to life,  I would choose Anne Frank.  And if I were to serve her dinner, I would serve bread and cheese; simple, yet filling.

Some of you might question why I chose Anne Frank, but most of you would understand.  She's one of the most well-known Jewish figures that died in the Holocaust, known mainly because of her diary, which was later published as "The Diary of Anne Frank."  However, she wasn't well-known when she died, but became famous after the discovery and publishing of her diary.  I read the book and I honestly can say that she is one of the most courageous people I have ever 'met' (figuratively of course; I met her through her writings).  Even as a young adolescent, she was able to brave everything that was going around her.

Page 110 of my 400-page Autobiography

My twenties were awesome.  Young, but old enough to do adult things.  Immature, but still mature enough to carry out necessary tasks.  Irresponsible, but still responsible enough to do what was needed.  I loved being in my twenties.  

The one thing I cherish and miss the most about being young is the fitness level.  You see, no matter how hard I try, I can't be fit and old.  My antique limbs just won't carry out those next one-hundred steps needed to get my daily exercise done for the day. If it's not my back one day, it's my hip the other. When I was twenty, the only thing I had to worry about was cramping from running 5-miles. I was young and fit and I looked amazing.  That's another thing I miss: a fit, toned, body.  I was still young enough to maintain a fast metabolism, so I didn't gain weight as fast as I do now. Without even preparing, running two-miles was an easy task to complete. When I was twenty, I remember running three-miles every morning I felt like running. Now, I never feel like running, and even if I did, I wouldn't make the first hundred meters. 

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 6

“Jordan?” I heard a weak mumble come out of the hood. “Who the hell is Jordan?”

            “Don’t you try to play games with me!” I said stubbornly. ‘What now? Jordan thinks he can fool me? Jesus, I’m going to hurt him.’

            “What the HELL are you saying?” he mumbled a bit louder.  He slowly moved himself up in a sitting position and his hood came off his head.  I then saw his face.