Respect my grind.
Kimberly Del Mundo Quinto,
but you can call me Kimbo.
9/11, JUNIOR @ James Logan High, 2013<3
Got my values and priorities on check.
Blessed with the best.
Simple things make me happy, best believe.
And for a moment, heaven and hell was a nonexistent belief that I had stopped caring about years ago. And then an angel of a friend told me, “Do you believe in heaven?”. I thought to myself, no I believe in science; that once we’re dead, our mind goes black and that’s the end of it. I told her that I didn’t know, and she said “I do. I know there’s a heaven”. And she told me about how her grandpa had seen it. How her grandpa was dead for 15-20 minutes, and during that time, he saw God. And God told him, “It’s not your time yet”, and woke him back up to life. At that moment, an adrenalin of realization came soaring through my body. I had been selfish. I had been rude and all sorts of bad things. I had neglected what I once thought was true. And in front of me was an angel, who claimed to believe that Heaven did exist. I look in the mirror, and I see my worry. My frustration. my stress and my sorrows. As I looked at myself in the mirror, that’s when I knew, there was a heaven and there was still hope.(12 months ago) 2 notes