The Station Manager_Sleep Walking Through Life_Final Test_One Small Step
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The Station Manager
I finish my breakfast and hurry down the hall to the front desk of my train station. It’s early yet, so not too many commuters have arrived. I’ll operate the ticket booth until Sue comes to take over. The early morning commuters generally have season passes, so they don’t have to purchase tickets. The shoppers who like to go into town for the day do. Or perhaps folks that are going to the theater or museums. It’s my job to see that everything runs smoothly and, if I can, on time. I am the station manager, and my name is Bob, though some call me Bobby. I’m proud of my station and like...
Sleep Walking Through Life
“STOP!” “JUST STOP!” “Listen to me!”, my friend yells at her husband. He never does listen to her. It’s sad. So very sad. As my friend recounts the conversation she attempted to have with her husband for the one thousandth time, I couldn’t help recall the similarities from her story to that of a recent video I had watched on YouTube. It was of the late, great Dr. Wayne Dyer. In this presentation, which was held in sunny California, “The Doc” as I affectionately refer to him, said many profound insights. But one item in particle has resonated with me and connects to my friend’s ongoing and repe...
Final Test
‘I remember going out there to fight, the smell of blood, the roar of the crowd, and the warm sun beating on your back. Ahhh, those were the days.’ As L’Beira reminisced out loud, a dreamy expression washed over his face.‘I can’t enjoy it like you used to.’ Luthar gestured with his chained hands to the scowling guard, eager to be free of his shackles.They stood in the armoury once more, Luthar’s belly doing somersaults ahead of his final fight for freedom. The number of guards had doubled, but today, L’Beira was allowed to give him some last-minute advice on how to tackle whoever stood in his ...
One Small Step
“Will we dream?”The question made Theo chuckle. He had taught more classes on interstellar hibernation than he could count as it was a requirement for all passengers preparing for the flight to Proxima B, a planet in the solar system of Alpha Centauri. www.onedoor.ccHe was an expert on hibernation and responsible for ensuring a successful liftoff and, yet in every class the first question was about dreams.“No, you won’t dream, Dawn. It is Dawn, right?”“You know it is,” the pretty blonde answered with a flirtatious smile.Theo had met Dawn—and her husband, Steve—a few hours before when he had taken their pict...