Published by

K Mark Schofer

I was walking through the hallway, toward my dog bowl, in my old house and there was a weird looking metal monster leaning against the wall. 

I walked into the kitchen and that damn metal monster fell on my head as I walked by.

Blindsided

And for many months after I was scared of that metal monster. 

And my family knew it.

I ran from Riley because she needed the metal monster to get around.

I hid from the monster. 

Eventually my family made up a song about the beast. 

“Your a mean one Mr Crutch
You really help my heel”

They sang it to the rhythm of Mr. Grinch while Riley hopped around on her crutches.

Eventually Riley’s leg heeled.

And now I am afraid of that damn song.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.