It’s Getting Closer and More Familiar
Miles away, days away, a few hours away, half an hour away. Yes, only the world outside my block is…
Miles away, days away, a few hours away, half an hour away. Yes, only the world outside my block is dangerous. You think? None of us are safe anymore. It is so scary to me. Even at my age I imagine you can play the same game at your age.
I can remember trick-or-treating until dark with my friends, and no checking out the candy bag by mom.
I can remember riding my bike in the dark heading home on a Friday night from Grandma’s.
I can remember craving ice-cream and driving alone into the store way past dark and thinking nothing of it.
I can remember when my middle son came home from school one day there was a bully, who broke his glasses. I called the school and they talked to that kid’s parents. The parents paid for my son’s new glasses and the incident was over and forgotten.
I can remember when I heard of shootings it was in some huge inner city. I had no fear, only carried sadness for those families involved.
I can remember each school morning the first thing after attendance was called, we kids along with the teacher all stood up and stared at the flag stating the Pledge of Allegiance.
I can remember when we went to movies and laughed and ate buttery popcorn, thinking nothing but good thoughts.
I can remember the past few years of movie shootings, school shootings, God being taken out of everything possible, being afraid of the dark, trying hard not to go out after dark, locking my car and house doors, (even when I am home.)
School pregnancies were rare, now they are common.
Rape was a hush word, now it is up to the one who spills their guts to prove their innocence.
Life has surely changed. Now we have to be careful no matter where we work, live and play.
Last night a half an hour down the road a young man went into a Martin’s grocery store and killed two employees. Two ladies who will never see their lives lived out. I shuddered and goose bumps rose on my arms as I thought, this is getting too close to home.
What is it going to take? When is it going to stop? I fear for my grandchildren. I fear for all babies. Who is going to help them with so many divorced families and two-person work people and no word of God is in the house? Who is going to take the needed time and let these youth know they are loved?
Is it our job as the employee,employer, neighbor, school counselors, ministers, parents, siblings, policemen to help nurture these kids? You bet it is. It is our land, the land we live and play in. We thrive here together. One for all and all for one.
Just a last added tidbit I just heard on the news just now. A priest once again resigns as his secret became public that he has been molesting children.
A Little Bit of White Stuff
I said I would try to see the good in each day, so I slipped outside and shot these photos.
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Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CLOSE.
This is the story of my life. Almost, could have, should have; and yet I know within my heart, I am where I am supposed to be at this moment.
I almost had the perfect place to live and yet something wasn’t quite right. I still dream of it. I can still see it in my mind. The beautiful land, the friendly people, caring family near by. But at that point, it wasn’t meant to be, but still hoping.
I almost had the perfect long-term marriage. Almost but no cigar. The saying goes if you can remain married for the first five years you have a great chance of success. How about almost 18 years of marriage? What about the best deal and yet mid-life crisis wins.
I almost found the perfect mate in my life. Great looking, kind eyes, good attitude. But the potatoes always fall out of the bag and to find out he was married, spoiled the whole sack.
I have no regrets. I have learned many things. I realize God is using me in ways I don’t always understand. When the moment is right, when all is in place, I will have or recognize that I always was in the right place at the right time.
Save Me a Spot
Al woke up just as the shower girls came in this morning. For a few hours he was very chatty and…