Life through the eyes of Sayrah

Just a simple girl, with big dreams.

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98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well known fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.

there’s still good in this world

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To you this is just a picture of another woman. To me, this a picture of someone close i’ll never get to hear or see again on Earth. This woman was like a second mother to me growing up. Her name was Connie. As a small child, I grew up singing in bars. When I was 11, I was fortunate enough to meet Connie. It didn’t take long, and she took me like one of her own. We went on a group vacation one year. She held my hand when I got my first piercing as a teenager. The first time I went mudding was with her and several others. I went to work with her when I’d stay at her house. I’d even clean her house from time to time just because I loved her so much. I’d sing her any song she asked. I celebrated several birthdays with her. Even a surprise 50th where my mom and I got her an ice cream cake. She loved me. No matter how off track I was, even when I called her from jail, she loved me. She never judged me. She treated me like I was her own daughter. People mistakenly thought I was her daughter on several occasions. Today, she went home to heaven. I went and saw her in the hospital twice. She was non responsive, but we all knew it didn’t look good. I spent last Wednesday with her family at the hospital. Saturday, I went and saw her. All alone. I talked to her for an hour. Told her how much I loved her. How we were all praying hard for her. I told her memories. I held her hand. I kissed her forehead and said goodbye. Even though she couldn’t talk to me…. See me… I hope she heard me. I hope she knows how much I love her. I can’t quit crying. I haven’t lost someone I was close to like this in a long time. I held it together at work. For the fear I wouldn’t stop once I started. I haven’t stopped very much at all. Lord, I hate you had to take her from us. But I’m glad she’s home with you.

To you this is just a picture of another woman. To me, this a picture of someone close i’ll never get to hear or see again on Earth.

This woman was like a second mother to me growing up. Her name was Connie. As a small child, I grew up singing in bars. When I was 11, I was fortunate enough to meet Connie. It didn’t take long, and she took me like one of her own.

We went on a group vacation one year. She held my hand when I got my first piercing as a teenager. The first time I went mudding was with her and several others. I went to work with her when I’d stay at her house. I’d even clean her house from time to time just because I loved her so much.

I’d sing her any song she asked. I celebrated several birthdays with her. Even a surprise 50th where my mom and I got her an ice cream cake. She loved me. No matter how off track I was, even when I called her from jail, she loved me.

She never judged me. She treated me like I was her own daughter. People mistakenly thought I was her daughter on several occasions.

Today, she went home to heaven.

I went and saw her in the hospital twice. She was non responsive, but we all knew it didn’t look good. I spent last Wednesday with her family at the hospital.

Saturday, I went and saw her. All alone. I talked to her for an hour. Told her how much I loved her. How we were all praying hard for her. I told her memories. I held her hand. I kissed her forehead and said goodbye.

Even though she couldn’t talk to me…. See me… I hope she heard me. I hope she knows how much I love her.

I can’t quit crying. I haven’t lost someone I was close to like this in a long time. I held it together at work. For the fear I wouldn’t stop once I started. I haven’t stopped very much at all.

Lord, I hate you had to take her from us. But I’m glad she’s home with you.