Published by

K Mark Schofer

Feeling defeated

Alyosha never planned to live past fifty.

Everybody else in his family died young.

They had kind warm defective hearts, with lifetime guarantees.

He had spent all his money, gave it all away.

The last day of his forty-ninth year he climbed a mountain that he thought should surely kill.

It did not; the view was amazing from the top.

The hike back to basecamp was a time of clarity and reflection.

Endorphins are a hell of a drug.

His wife greeted him, kissed him and handed him a note.

You are going to be a grandfather.

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.