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Howard University College of Medicine c/o 2018

Howard University College of Medicine c/o 2018

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For the past 6 years, a dog named Capitán has slept on the grave of his owner every night. His owner, Miguel Guzmán died in 2006 and Capitán disappeared shortly after the family attended the funeral services. They searched everywhere and put out flyers to try and find him. But no one had seen him. A week later, some people who were at the cemetary late one evening spotted Capitán laying on a grave and they contacted the grounds keeper at the cemetary. The cemetary notified the family who promptly came to pick him up and take him home. But each night he would cry and scratch frantically at the door to go out and he wouldn’t return home until morning. It was later discovered that Capitán would walk the 3 miles back to the cemetary each night to guard his master’s grave. It has been nearly 7 years now. The cemetary does not close the gates until he arrives each night promptly at 6 pm. He sleeps there all night guarding the grave until the grounds keeper opens the gate in the morning.

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all-anyone-wants-is-to-be-seen:

neverclassyalwaysnasty:

leopard-cub:

For the past 6 years, a dog named Capitán has slept on the grave of his owner every night. His owner, Miguel Guzmán died in 2006 and Capitán disappeared shortly after the family attended the funeral services. They searched everywhere and put out flyers to try and find him. But no one had seen him. 

A week later, some people who were at the cemetary late one evening spotted Capitán laying on a grave and they contacted the grounds keeper at the cemetary. The cemetary notified the family who promptly came to pick him up and take him home. But each night he would cry and scratch frantically at the door to go out and he wouldn’t return home until morning. It was later discovered that Capitán would walk the 3 miles back to the cemetary each night to guard his master’s grave. 

It has been nearly 7 years now. The cemetary does not close the gates until he arrives each night promptly at 6 pm. He sleeps there all night guarding the grave until the grounds keeper opens the gate in the morning.

crying rn this is perfect

Loyalty :’)

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Dinner with my friends celebrating Ada’s 23rd birthday

“Dream”

His old lips quiver as he prays not to be forgotten with time,
Her young hands tremble as she begs for the rumors to subside
Tick tock goes the clock of old Father Time,
We live without a dream so we wander about blind

Langston asked what happens to a dream deferred?
But I wish he told me how our dreams get detoured?
A dream deferred, our destiny detoured,
Left somewhere buried in the wreckage of life’s storm,
A life without a dream or vision is a journey who’s destiny is frustration,
A vessel without the sea,
Sails without the wind—pointless

What has derailed your dreams?
Who has trampled you down and put out the fire of your zeal?
Please allow my voice to be the spark that ignites your soul and spring boards you to dive…take the dive and dream!
I dare you dream,
I dare you to taste of the sweet wine of life and get drunk in its sights,
allow your dream to be the wind in your sails,
and in the dark hour-a lighthouse who’s beacon beckons you near to its safe shore

It’s is the hope of the old man’s dream that gives breath to him in the pursuit of his legacy,
and it is her dream that raises the young girl’s head and adorns it with a crown-elevating her above all the gossip


Joshua O. Obamedo