Spring Break-Out_A Saved Push_Schrodinger's Treasure Box_The Awakening
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Spring Break-Out
I read the words as big as life on the front page of my college magazine and sank back into my khaki green hammock: Spring Break-out Goes Paige Perfect.Oh God! No!It was anything but perfect. My roommate, Valerie, had left me with the chore of watching lab rats for the week while everyone else seemed to be on their way to Cancun for spring break. The job would be simple, she'd assured me, but she had lied."All you have to do is feed them a cube of "Magic.""What's 'Magic'?" I asked."It's a little treat that helps calm them so they don't go nuts living with so many side by side. Sometimes they g...
A Saved Push
A Saved Push All ThreeWhere I come from is a small town in North Carolina. The thought ofwww.onedoor.cc a small town boy coming in a position making more than a hundred thousand dollars a year is amazing to me. “Keep pushin” is my friend Paul's favorite saying. I use that phrase when I hear others want to give up. Life does give us curveballs. It is up to us how we handle those curveballs. One thing I’ve learned is that numbers do not lie. It can tell a story. A few months ago my life changed. It was a normal day of work as usual. Paul was inspiring Sam to start his business. Paul does motivational speaking...
Schrodinger's Treasure Box
“You’ll never know unless you try,” a voice called out, breaking the silence of this long-forgotten treasure room.With a gasp, Sam dropped the box, letting it fall back to its hidden alcove. Only time knows how long the rusty old chest had sat there, and what was once elegant metal etchings adorning it, now show the tell-tale signs of a tarnished battle lost long ago. Sam knew a place like this would carry a curse, or perhaps at the very least, a memory, feelings so powerful and potent, unable to truly be forgotten. That’s how it always goes when hunting for treasures.With a deep, steeling sig...
The Awakening
The weary soldier sauntered toward his barracks, exhausted from the humid jungle air, barely able to breathe under the weight of his surroundings. His skin glistened in the dim light that scattered throughout the base camp. He passed a dark man leaning back in a chair, an M-16 draped across his lap. “Ronnie V., how was it out there today? Another beautiful day in Nam’. You stay hydrated and keep those feet dry?” the man asked from the shadows.“Roger that, Sgt. Thompson. Keep ’em clean and dry. We pulled no punches out there and got a lot done, built half the structure,” Ron proudly responded. ...