trapped heart.

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Saturday, April 3, 2010 @ 11:42 PM

At my college graduation everyone is allowed to take a loved one with them as they walk across the stage.

The last girl to walk across held the arm of her 90 year old grandpa. As they crossed the stage the chancelor read her grandfathers name. Why? He graduated 60 years ago but didn't get to walk his own graduation because he was fighting in WWII. GMH.

A long time ago, I went to see a band at a small club in Chicago, the band was unknown and broke.

After the show, they scraped up enough money to go and buy fast food for all the homeless men near the club.

The band? Fall Out Boy.

Good karma GMH.