The water rushed by her feet, and the wind blew her hair. She smiled. As Ann looked up to the clear sky, she could see the trees swaying, back and forth. The green creepers entwined themselves around anything they could grasp, be it dead or alive. The waterfall pounded luxerously agaist the pool bottom, very much like an Irish woman on washing day.
"It's beautiful," she murmered ever so quietly, as if frightened to wake the forest with the sound of an unatural voice humming through the foliage.
Many times during her life Ann had come here, just to listen to the peace and traquility of God's creation. Often, when she was fustrated or angry, she would come to the waterfall to just listen and think until she was quieted or reconciled with her thoughts.
"This spot is so close to heaven, I'm sure." she breathed in the fragrance, admiring it softly. She had been so still that a doe had entered the clearing to drink from the stream. Ann hardly dared to look, it was so perfect.
Time passed. Hours began to multiply, and as the sun began to set, Ann regretfully pointed her toes towards home.
"I'll be back," she whispered.

Heros

For some people, life is like a pebble---you toss it into the air and hope it's caught again, although you arn't afraid if it's not. For other people, life is like a coin--you flip it and go whatever way fate intended you to. And yet other people see life as a challenge, like a madator against a bull. They refuse to be put down and stamped on because that is what happens being a madator. Instead, they dodge and weave, escaping the calamites of life with a graceful yet dramatic touch, inspiring all those who watch.
It is these people who change this world, it is these people who cause ledgends to flair up into being! They are the heros and the villians-strong and brilliant. People fear and admire them, run to them and away from them. It is these people who make a better, or worse, world.
And we watch, yes we watch so that we might learn from them.
Heartbreaking to many that always wanted to be of them, but never could be because they were not willing to give up everything for what they desire the most.
And yet....heros are heros because they are stronger, wiser, and uncommon from the rest of us....and they don't really care that they are worshipped by the youngsters, for if they did, then they are not heros, because a hero doesn't possess self love---it means he couldn't give up everything for what is desired.
People like the Pope, the martyers for the faith and country, the town hero who beat up the bully are those people. And we honor them for it.