Face Of The Stranger.

Through suspiscions and fabrication unseen, the brilliance of the stranger's mind will always shine through. These are the lives of the strangers around you. Admire their lives, and cherish your own.

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Seventh stranger of many: This man has fallen in the middle of wall street, New York in the rain. This will be the first time iIve expressed a biased opinion or “stronger than needed” feelings. So please bare with me. This man might live a top of the line, upper class life. Or he might live from paycheck to paycheck. The fact is, he’s experiencing a feeling of medirocrity, a moment of weakness. Others see, but walk on. It’s these kinds of things, that bring out the guilt in me. To see someone try so hard at their craft, but not succeed in it. To see someone work so hard to please or impress a girl, and then face rejection. It’s not the average or so-so that make me feel so strongly. It’s those who have the heart, dedication, and determination of champions, but have nothing to show for it, despite their hard efforts. I want that artist to get his decent painting sold. I want the hard working to succeed. Those kind of people NEED to know that their amazing efforts aren’t wasted on the uncaring, or pushed aside. I can’t express in too many other way, how strongly I feel about this. I intended This site is for all. That it would give universal understanding through the faces of strangers. This is how I feel, about this man. I respect this stranger, more than anyone I could think would. I want you to feel through one man, the lives of many. I hope you only feel the same way. I hope you see the face of this stranger.

Seventh stranger of many: This man has fallen in the middle of wall street, New York in the rain. This will be the first time iIve expressed a biased opinion or “stronger than needed” feelings. So please bare with me. This man might live a top of the line, upper class life. Or he might live from paycheck to paycheck. The fact is, he’s experiencing a feeling of medirocrity, a moment of weakness. Others see, but walk on. It’s these kinds of things, that bring out the guilt in me. To see someone try so hard at their craft, but not succeed in it. To see someone work so hard to please or impress a girl, and then face rejection. It’s not the average or so-so that make me feel so strongly. It’s those who have the heart, dedication, and determination of champions, but have nothing to show for it, despite their hard efforts. I want that artist to get his decent painting sold. I want the hard working to succeed. Those kind of people NEED to know that their amazing efforts aren’t wasted on the uncaring, or pushed aside. I can’t express in too many other way, how strongly I feel about this. I intended This site is for all. That it would give universal understanding through the faces of strangers. This is how I feel, about this man. I respect this stranger, more than anyone I could think would. I want you to feel through one man, the lives of many. I hope you only feel the same way. I hope you see the face of this stranger.
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