I
loved those shoes. They were my favorite because they were comfortable,
versatile and durable. I've had them for at least three years and they
served me well. Now that I'm not walking all over campus, I only used
them lightly so they were going last me a long time, on top of the miles
my bro and I already put on them. They were hand-me downs, or as I like
to say hand-me ups, from my brother who is a year behind me. Those
shoes have been through almost everything and they match whatever I put
on. I've even dunked with them on. The point is it was hard to let them
go. It would be expensive to replace them with shoes as good so now I
have to come up with something else. No way I'm buying shoes, so I'll
probably just have to wear old/dirty running shoes or wait until my bro has
more hand-me ups. Whenever I look at the floor of my room in Texas, it
always bothers me that are three pairs there, on top of basketball
shoes, boots and old running shoes in my car. How in the world is it
okay for me to have six pairs of shoes, when some people don't have any?
Or when this dude was wearing girls' shoes, girls' shoes that didn't
even fit?
Dang. It's Saturday March 16th and as I am typing this we are getting
ready to go to two birthday parties. I take a shower and get ready to
leave. Then I absentmindedly go to put my shoes on..........and they're
not there. I smile to myself. All I have to wear is my old worn out
work shoes, dirty with paint on them. I'm not a person who really cares
what people think but I'm tactful towards other cultures, so I hope I
don't offend anyone. It's not 30 minutes later and I'm already feeling
my sacrifice. Heck yeah. I wouldn't have it any other way.
"There's only one way into the Kingdom, and that's death." -Leonard Ravenhill
mills. you pose the same in all your pictures.
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