The other day as I was waiting for the release of classes, I observed several young boys playing together on the playground. Sitting there, my mind was teleported back to a place in time that I remember the neighborhood kids playing together in my back yard. photo by Joao Rafael I was raised in a certain part of the city, closest to the river and therefore our back yard was not exactly flat, grassy, and without thorns. Regardless of what small obstacles we faced, we always found a way to make things fun and enjoyable. We would pretend my back yard was a fortress and castle we had to defend against the bad guys. It was an army war zone where children would find the perfect shaped stick to become our Luger pistol or machine gun with which to annihilate the enemy. There were about 12 kids playing and so we had a come up with two teams to portray the bad guys and the good guys, then after a while, we would switch sides. It was no big deal to disagree as to which side one would play or w
A man's journey to find his heart is adventurous and dangerous at the same time. We will travel this journey together. The Tin Man Saga, named to follow along the Wizard of Oz's tin man's search for a heart he felt he desperately needed. No, not a real beating heart, but a heart that doesn't beat to a singular drummer, but one that motivates us to become more aware, understanding, and yes one that is not afraid to admit that it is hard to do life alone. FOLLOW US AND LETS DO LIFE TOGETHER