“Yes, we’re tired. Yes, there is no relief. Yes, the Cylons keep coming after us time after time after time. And yes, we are still expected to do our jobs!”
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My Dad:
I have spent the last two and a half years of my life, most of my money, two gallons of blood, a squared mile of skin (blood and skin left road side across America), a rib and a hunk of my scalp on this project. I have suffered a concussion, hypothermia, near drowning, bone bruises, soul crushing loneliness, home sickness (for a home that no longer existed), insect attacks, heat exhaustion, hail, snow, pouring rain and fatigue. Fatigue beyond what I though was possible to endure.
I have seen the joy in the
eyes of children who have cheered me from road side. Children who had no idea who I was or what I was going, but cheered because they loved my bike and the big yellow trailer I pulled behind it. I have been shown kindness by people who live in gated communities, by street people in Baltimore, by toothless old men in panhandle Florida, by crazy young Hispanic women in West Hollywood.
I biked through the evergreen forests of northern Maine, the streets of Manhattan, across the George Washington Bridge, through the twisting urban sprawl of New Jersey, the back roads of Virginia, the Outer Banks of North Carolina, the pecan plantations of Georgia and the Florida Keys.
I have seen the fog of my breath on cold Maine mornings, sunrises in coastal Carolina and sunset in Key West.
I slept behind an abandoned hunting camp in Maine, a broken down, forgotten church in Louisiana, and in the empty dessert of West Texas.
I am now in the process of telling my story. It is a story of hope and inspiration. A tale of how to go on when it feels like there is no point in going on. A chronicle of my journey across this country, and through my depression.
I hope you will join me, I am looking for funds to jump start the project.
Please click here to help out! I can’t do it without your help!
I biked through the evergreen forests of northern Maine, the streets of Manhattan, across the George Washington Bridge, through the twisting urban sprawl of New Jersey, the back roads of Virginia, the Outer Banks of North Carolina, the pecan plantations of Georgia and the Florida Keys.
I have seen the fog of my breath on cold Maine mornings, sunrises in coastal Carolina and sunset in Key West.
I slept behind an abandoned hunting camp in Maine, a broken down, forgotten church in Louisiana, and in the empty dessert of West Texas.
I am now in the process of telling my story. It is a story of hope and inspiration. A tale of how to go on when it feels like there is no point in going on. A chronicle of my journey across this country, and through my depression.
I hope you will join me, I am looking for funds to jump start the project.
Please click here to help out! I can’t do it without your help!
My dad biked across the country to raise awareness and help himself cope with depression. He is now working on a book about his adventure and struggles. Please check out the link below and consider donating to a wonderful cause! He’s an amazing, resilient man whose story deserves to be told. At least check it out! Thanks so much!
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/235672471/cycling-through-depression
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The Secret Family Life Of Stormtroopers of the Day: Courtesy U.K. photographer Andy Wells. Don’t miss the rest of the collection.
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The Secret Family Life Of Stormtroopers of the Day: Courtesy U.K. photographer Andy Wells. Don’t miss the rest of the collection.
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