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Odd Visitor to the CP by Jeff Carlson

After interchanging cars with the CN at Spaulding, I photographed the BNSF 5426 leading CP train #472 through Bartlett, IL past their 1873-built Milwaukee Road depot. The depot is now a museum, with Metra stopping at a new station just east of here. More info on the museum can be found here: www.villageofbartlettmuseums.org/DepMuse.html

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
—  Will Herondale, Clockwork Prince 
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This 19-year-old with cerebral palsy called and Nike listened

Matthew Walzer, a college sophomore from Florida who was born with cerebral palsy, has struggled to tie his shoes, the everyday endeavor that requires the help of his parents. 

So in 2012, Walzer, a longtime Nike fan, did what he termed a “Hail Mary” and wrote a letter to Nike, stating that his dream was to go to college without the worry of asking for help tying his shoes. His letter went viral — and eventually led to the Nike Flyease, which may help people with disabilities everywhere.

see you lie in bed and you think about her like it’s going to save you from imploding right then and there because you have so many thoughts that are just piling up and you need some release. yet she’s not there, and the closest way to her her is when you see her in your sleep but then you wake up with a tear stained cheek and your heavy heart slams against the aching walls of your chest and your mind is racing trying to grasp what happened— where she went. and then you realized you never loved her. well you did, but not the way you wanted to. not the kind that’s reciprocated. not the kind where you’d hold her hand and run your fingers through her hair and whisper in her ear “you’re mine”. none of that. just a smile exchanged between the both of you, the last time you saw her. your eyes met a little too long, with a little too much meaning. and that was it.
—  I could’ve loved you better, I swear