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How to fall in love: Slowly, then all at once. (at House of Vans) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrjlCiQgWMH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nxma15kw5orc

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Thank you, Harvey. For always making my days a little better. Even if you are a little too goofy sometimes. 😤🥰❤️ #GoldendoodlesOfInstagram #Goldendoodle #Dog #MansBestFriend #Harvey (at Garfield Ridge, Chicago) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqp2YuQAd8i/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bh49m0dlmsgn

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It’s been a week since the unfortunate events at #Mercy Hospital have unfolded. It is with such a heavy heart that I write this post. Though I’m no longer employed by Mercy, it was still home to me. The #EmergencyDepartment was where I got my first cardiac arrest, where I truly learned what a STEMI looks like, or even what it means to provide an open heart and welcoming arms to a struggling patient. Mercy means so much to me, and for this disaster to strike a place I once called home? It’s devastating. I’m glad it’s over, and I’m sorry for the lives lost. I’ve struggled to write this post, it pains me to know my family is hurting. “To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.��� -T.C. It was an honor and a privilege to work along side you Tamra, and the fellow brown coats. If you or someone you know are experiencing #DomesticViolence you can call 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or if you’re experiencing a moment of #crisis, #anxiety, or #depression you can text the word HOME to the @crisistextline at 741-741 Rest easy colleague, we’ve got it from here. #MercyStrong #EOW #LODD #EMS (at Mercy Health System of Chicago) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqpF3qEgzxe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ruo91jus3hv6

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There is Without a doubt A pensive sadness within me. I like to call it: My little Melancholy Anomaly https://www.instagram.com/p/BqYGP8Hgmwb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d6vstv6zxw59

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Are you riding? (at Huck Finn Donuts & Snack Shop) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqDemqbAzOq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ab80p3lk67pq

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Early morning meetings. // Fall is finally here. 🧡 https://www.instagram.com/p/BqDejleAfvh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wg39ylcy6w0c

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The weight of love. (at Chicago Botanic Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpJude_gh85/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pwe225pwgln5

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Melancholy. (at Advocate Illinios Masonic Emergency Room) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpJuUxwgmfA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l4ftux4cdjbr

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I learned the Chicago Botanic Garden is NOT in Chicago. (at Chicago Botanic Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpJuPbegdn6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lj6yocf1fa5n

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🆗🆗🆗 | Officially an Old Man. Also, the greatest birthday I’ve probably ever had. Ever. (at The Chicago Firehouse Restaurant) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpG6GNmAcvf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1levo3w00c8uz

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🎉 22 🎉 (at Paradise, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo7T4QTFMWC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ibp3nsz1idzh

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To my family; thank you guys so much for dealing with my bullshit always. I could not have made it this far without your countless smiles, incalculable love, and heart warming hugs. #worldmentalhealthday #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness https://www.instagram.com/p/BoyFBwkF5aP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=g24pm9mmw3f5

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“Oh wait, take another! I think the first one was bullshit.” - @neilicorn In honor of #worldmentalhealthday #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness I would like to thank @neilicorn for his amazing book: #ournumbereddays for in every single readable way saving me. I paid beyond the price I should have to see this man front row live. To see Neil walk in the room nonchalant and smile; let me know that there are better days ahead. Most importantly, it was a signal that I too am capable of being okay again. So Neil, thank you. In every single way for your poetry being a big fucking light of glimmering hope when I was lost in the dark. Most importantly thank you for being you. (at Beat Kitchen) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoyEMBEl7l-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xk7zaw4zm82k

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ITS SPOOKY SEASON BITCHES. 🎃 https://www.instagram.com/p/BoM92miloH6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nkxvdatvupzt

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“Maybe I too will stare death in the face. The same way I stare at the solid earth as I tie my shoes. In the same way I tie my tongue just as I had built enough confidence to speak. I never really liked rainy days. That is, until I felt like one.” -An excerpt from a poem I wrote 18 JANUARY 2018, 04:23 AM. (at Douglas Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoMgiUOFbfN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=drtqnu421pm4

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“I’m looking for a place to start, and everything feels so different now.” “Running into the night the earth is shaking and I see a light. The light is blinding my eyes as the soft walls eat us alive.” Yellow Light // Of Monsters and Men. (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoMf7j1lfSk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jo70ocgwl4ys

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Keith, 51. Please note: This story is not for me to be boastful. Nor am I seeking any form of other publicity from this. Yesterday I encountered a very sleepy man on a park bench as crews were taking down stages from North Coast Music Festival. My partner and I rode up on our golf cart to make sure he was okay. When the man woke his first words were “Do you have food or water? What time is it? Yeah, I’m okay. Just sleepy.” Upon further engagement with Keith, I had come to find that his mother had passed April 30th, 2018. He says to me “I’m 51, I lost my mom. My life just went down hill.” I asked him where he was staying that night and he replied “I work in a factory overnight. From 11p-7a.” With this in mind I couldn’t help but recall he had had asked for food and water when I first engaged with him. I asked if he was homeless to which he replied yes. So here, in a west side park bench sits Keith. Hungry and homeless. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been hungry on shift before. Granted, I’m not homeless, I have experienced a very small portion of Keith’s life. So I did what I feel any sensible person would do. I simply asked “What do you want from McDonalds?” His first answer was “Two mcchickens.” He gave me an answer he didn’t seem content with. So I asked again. “No, what do you want from McDonald’s? Anything. Anything you want. What do you want?” His response this time was more energetic: “A Big Mac, one of those ice cream things! An Oreo McFlurry! And I’ll take a Coke. Please.” It took me 10 minutes and $10 of my day to help this man. It wasn’t about the money. Nor the publicity. It was about seeing him as a person. It was about giving him basic human needs. Human connection, and food. I see Keith as a trying man, and that alone is so courageous and honorable to me. #EMSProtected (at Union Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnXbzm8FCO5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d0bgdo52womj