A big man with a gentle voice, Walter Allen Hall regained his family’s fortune by venturing beyond the shores of England.
While his peers insisted the only money to be made abroad was via the British East India Company or through the slave trade, he staunchly disagreed.
“People are not a commodity. Not in England, not in Africa, not anywhere a good man wishes to lay his head without shame.”
In all his business dealings, he kept his wife Florence by his side. “No man could be as clever as my Florence. The opinions of my peers mean little beside your fierce mind.”
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Love because you can.
It’s pretty awesome. A lot of people really don’t expect you to react rationally (and with love) when they’re being douchebags.
If for no other reason (like how good it’ll make you feel), do it to mess with their heads.
Mind games with positivity.
ALL OF US have damage.
Different levels, sure.
Different reasons, no doubt.
Unless you live in a bubble, you’ve probably been through some shit.
It molds you, changes your perspective.
It can make you strong. It can make you bitter.
One thing it doesn’t do is make you unloveable.
Unless you don’t WANT to be loved.
Take a breath.
Identify your damage, the source.
Gather all of it up.
Put that negative bullshit in a box.
Lock it down, chain it up.
Throw it out of a car…
Off a bridge…
Into a deep quarry.
Watch it sink deeper and deeper.
Then keep going.
Don’t let that shit define you.
Don’t let it ruin your future.
Don’t let your *THEN* destroy your *NOW*…
You’re better than that.
And you are LOVEABLE.
In case you forgot, you fucking matter.
Today, tomorrow, next month, or a decade from now…you can’t forget this crucial piece of information.
You fucking matter.
Know it yourself so you can make sure other people know it.
Then go out in the world and kick some righteous ass.
© Shayne McClendon
She needed a minute. Just one fucking minute.
To hold him, to breathe in the smell of his hair, to feel the thump of his heart against the skin of his neck.
It wasn’t fair. It would never be fair. There was nothing to be done. She’d exhausted all her options.
He made his choice.
He would marry the girl his parents wished. Return to England and live a life far from her, from this place, from where they fell in love.
First, she needed one more fucking minute.
To say goodbye.
© Shayne McClendon