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Vancouver man, Brice Royer, who is battling cancer, is selling something amazing.
In the second most expensive city in the world, what Royer is selling is his most prized possession and one of the hottest commodities in the world – unconditional love.
The Vancouverite posted an ad in the real estate section of Craigslist on March 12, advertising unconditional love for $0. He did not expect for people to take him seriously, but in a few short days, he’d received many offers and over one million views.
Take a read through Royer’s advertisement below:
Hello, I am selling unconditional love for $0.
Infinite square feet lot. Includes refreshing air, sunshine, the Earth, beautiful mountains and the ocean. A stunning ‘classic’ heritage made 4.5 billion years ago.
Address: Earth, Solar System, Milky Way.
Available now to serious buyers. Perfect for the first-time buyer and experienced investors feeling empty and trapped with…
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So, as I stare at my manuscript for the second book in my Family Heritage series, and think about the other projects I want to finish in the next year or two; I wonder just how much I will need to invest in editing and cover design. I went rather cheaply on my first book and used the free templates from Createspace. I had a friend with an English lit degree do some editing/proofreading. My brother in law drew a picture that I used for the cover, which I was actually really happy with as it captured the image I wanted my readers to get of the main character. I am thinking moving forward that I need to hire some professional services to make it more marketable. I have seen posts about people using Pubslush and Kickstarter to raise funds for these services.
I am curious if anyone has any advice/thoughts they could leave in the comments. Even links back to your blog post about your experiences with either type of service would be appreciated.
I thought I would do a little update on this Fatherhood thing today in light of something quite hilarious that happened. For over a month now we have been giving our son an allowance for doing “chores”. Really things he should do anyway at 10, but it is an incentive and it teaches him how to save money for the things he wants, instead of having it handed to him. He brought home his book order yesterday from school and there is a Minecraft item in it that is almost 50 dollars. Honestly, I think within a few weeks he wouldn’t even bother with it. My wife the genius wins again with her idea. If he wants it, he will earn it. He has some allowance saved up. Today we were cleaning leaves and gutters on our garage and storage building.
Now, I am deathly scared of heights. Anything more than 3 feet off the ground and I am likely to break out in an anxiety attack. I managed to clean the garage, because I only had to go up two steps on the ladder to reach the gutters. I can handle that. Our son comes home from school and is quickly talked into climbing onto the roof of the storage building to clean that gutter. All for the low low price of 30 bucks.
As he mounts the ladder and makes his way up onto the roof, I am already feeling a panic attack creep in. I know he is an extremely responsible 10 year old. I am proud of him every day for the way he conducts himself. I just have this overwhelming fear now that he is about 12 feet in the air.
Then the fun begins. He scoots within an arm’s reach of the gutter, small shovel in hand to use as a scoop to get the gunk out of it. As he begins to clean sticks, leaves and everything else out of the gutter, he says, “It looks like poop.” And down comes a clump of decaying leaf material that had clogged up the gutter. Then it got more hilarious as he makes a game out of being a poo flinging monkey and tossing down the clumps like some irate primate in a zoo.
Barely 20 minutes and he is climbing back down the ladder as I steady it from below. I think I took my first decent breath once he was within reach of my arms should he have fallen. I love this poo flinging monkey.
Look out below…
I try to not get too political (or discuss religion much for that matter), because it is usually such a volatile topic. I abhor the drama and nonsensical mudslinging that usually is centered around anything to do with government or politics. However, in my caffeine induced writing frenzy today. Something sparked in me regarding all the upheaval after recent police shooting deaths. First I want to say that I support equal rights in every sense of the word. I also support that if you attack an officer of the law, be it unarmed, with a knife, or a gun; then you deserve a bullet. Even if the arrest is for something you are innocent of, that is why we have a court system to assess your case. There is absolutely no reason to respond with violence towards a police officer. If the officer is in the wrong, then that will come to light during the investigation that occurs with any arrest, and especially after all police shootings (as I understand it). Any wrongdoing on the part of the officer will be punished as is allocated in our laws. Anarchy, rioting, burning and looting are the acts of uncivilized, unintelligent people. Do not stoop to that level as a way to seek justice in any disagreement. It merely paints a bad picture to the rest of the world of just who you are. All lives matter. There are always three sides to a story like these; the victim (who sadly cannot tell us directly sometimes), the officer’s, and the absolute truth. Never assume that news and media outlets are going to tell us anything except what will inflame your consciousness and get ratings. That is their job. Oh, once upon a time it was about information exchange and educating the public, now it is all about ratings and profit. That is for another Rant someday. Anyway, here is a poem to go along with this long-winded ramble.
A Life Mistaken
What do you say about a life mistaken?
Mother and Father left with their hearts aching
Fools rush in screaming injustice
Family and friends their loved one miss
Some cries of outrage are justified
In some pure malice does hide
Using tragedy to further their own ends
No empathy for the lost life’s friends
If only we could all stop and think
Before plunging head first off the brink
Cooler heads would be better served
To assure the wrong get what’s deserved
Riots do nothing but feed a fire
Helped along by those who desire
Division, Chaos, and Misdirection
In the wake of a life mistaken
Now, I just want to assure everyone reading this that I know the meaning of the word mistaken. But if you read it with an open mind, you just might catch my play on the word. Happy reading and keep fighting the fight folks.
I take that first long sip
Of a sweet carbonated trip
The sugar tickles my tongue
Needed like air in a lung
To banish the fog of sleep
Keep at bay longing to leap
Back into a bed left too soon
I need the caffeine’s blessed boon
To stay awake the entire day
To face the trials of work and play
A Past laid bare
For all to see
Do you still care?
A Present full of doubt
Fear creeping into me
Looking for safe ways out
A Future bright with hopes and dreams
The Past and Present brought this to be
Everything not as it seems