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Meryl:
--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on January 17, 2008, 11:48:35 am ---AT LONG LAST LOVE............ :laugh: :laugh:
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Scott6373:
4TA
I wandered into the park, with no real intention of stopping anywhere. So many thoughts and emotions were crowding my brain. Though the paved walkway was straight and flat, I don’t think my stride was matching its curvelessness. The losses I had suffered over the year previous had taken their toll on me, and I found myself losing control over my well manicured consciousness more and more often.
The day was dank and stale: ripe with the stink of grief. The trees over my head were bare: their branches spread out like the bones of a denuded fish laying on the beach after having been used for whatever its ultimate purpose was. There was no sun shining, and the cold of the city day was more pervasive than I had ever felt it. Not long into my crossing, I felt the weariness return. It was something I had become accustomed to and wore like a shawl of protection. I came upon a gray park bench and took the sad opportunity it offered. I sat for quite sometime, drifting back and forth from manic enlightenment to tragic fatality. My tears would not stop, and I had long ago ceased making the attempt to abate them.
After a short while, a man sat down on the same bench. I didn’t acknowledge him, nor did I look at him, but as is with the start of all human interaction, I knew instinctively that he was regarding me closely. When I did look at his face, I saw nothing but concern; his pale blue eyes inviting me to unburden my soul. I asked his name, but he offered no answer. He merely reached over and took my hand in his. The touch of this stranger stung like salted water on virgin skin but I did not pull away. He spoke not a word yet asked me what troubled me so. Still in silence, he nodded in his understanding. His hand reached up and stroked my wet cheek. The wellspring of torment inside me flowed through my skin to his and those eyes that held my soul, filled with my sadness. He had taken my pain deep inside of his heart, and he continued to drain it from me until I saw the cost it meant to him.
My angel was willing to suffer greater pain than I, for the sake of my soul, and I knew that if I did not push him from my tormented breast, he would drink until I felt no more hurt, and he lay dead in a pool of those things that did not belong to him. With great difficulty, I stood and stepped away from him. His involuntary shudder of relief confirmed to me that my actions were necessary in order to save this rarest of creatures.
I left the park that day changed. He was a true angel. I know this because when I look for him now, he is only a memory; a memory with the palest of blue eyes.
ifyoucantfixit:
Be well lil darlin. We will keep the light on for you.................. :-*
Shakesthecoffecan:
Okay so we are at Disney world and we go thru this kiddie ride, millions of kitchy puppets and automatrons singing "Its a Small World After All" and it was quite and experience.
We ate lunch at Pinocchio's Pizza place next door, you could see the boats leaving the dock taking more people thru the maze. At one table a daddy put his haid down on the table exhausted while the mommy got the food.
At another table three little girls sang: "Its A Small World After All, Its a Small World After All....."
Suddenly their old brother, approximately age seven began screaming:
"STOP IT! STOP SINGING THAT SONG! I HATE THAT SONG!"
A parent rises and drags his crying as outside. We laugh, we eat out lunch.
Before we leave we hear the little girls again sing: "Its A Small World After All, Its a Small World After All....."
And their brother, uncurls from the fetal position and starts to out sing them:
"Its a BIG world AFRTERALL!"
You go, son. :laugh:
CellarDweller:
haahaahaa!
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