Ordinary people die normal deaths, more often than not. The extraordinary people are martyrs. They're the people that had others living on their every breath and after death still have people playing those words over and over and over in their minds. Martyrs who died but still live on in tiny whispers until they finally get a book written about them. They're people like the woman ho stood rigid against tons of rubble to protect her sleeping baby. She knelt over that child, protecting it in the rubble with her life. Then, she would die, but her corpse would remain solid and her last words would live on as a text message on her phone, written to a child who couldn't begin to comprehend what she was doing. Ordinary people can love until their life ends. Extraordinary people love beyond the grave. These people live through the most trialing times, even though they shouldn't be
Ordinary people die normal deaths, more often than not. The extraordinary people are martyrs. They're the people that had others living on their every breath and after death still have people playing those words over and over and over in their minds. Martyrs who died but still live on in tiny whispers until they finally get a book written about them. They're people like the woman ho stood rigid against tons of rubble to protect her sleeping baby. She knelt over that child, protecting it in the rubble with her life. Then, she would die, but her corpse would remain solid and her last words would live on as a text message on her phone, written to a child who couldn't begin to comprehend what she was doing. Ordinary people can love until their life ends. Extraordinary people love beyond the grave. These people live through the most trialing times, even though they shouldn't be