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Found + Lost & Lost + Found Once upon a time there was a overly sensitive sweet little girl as happy-go-lucky as anybody could be..... She loved living in her head’s “LaLaLand” and lived loving straight from her in all reality! Don’t get me wrong she made millions of mistakes (double meaning pun intended) and held even more regrets thus far, But all the hatred she had for her most hated actions were absolutely nothing in comparison to the loved she got from her Mother, Sandra. See despite being born with a white-golden spoon in her mouth, she faced much to much betrayals, However, she tried he...
Home Coming - Feb 12, 1973
[Mentions brutality and suicide.]“Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee” Meditation XVII, John DonneIt is Feb 12, 1973、 I pour a shot of whiskey from thwww.onedoor.cce bottle that has remained unopened since I toasted the New Year with a friend. My wife asks if I am coming to bed. I shake my head. There is something on the TV I must watch.They are coming home. These men who had been brutalized and locked away were coming home.Not home, home, but Clark Air Force Base.In the country to the south 591 families...
What A Surprise!
The life of a pastor's wife is interesting, to say the least. Most of the time the last thing she expected was to be a pastor's wife. Quite often, when she married the man, she married someone in a profession so far removed from ministry that the thought never occurred to her. Many times she has never known a pastor's wife personally and has only observed her from a distance at church. Then there are the women whose fathers were pastors and as a PK (pastor's kid) she declared more than once, "I will never marry a pastor." But, God seems to have a sense of humor. The woman who looked forward to...
My Brethren from the Stars
The wind was blowing against my face in a gentle manner while I sauntered along the pavement bestrewn with leaves. I tried to tread along the road in a brisk pace so my brother wouldn't be ambling near myself. He was in the same age as me, but our temperaments varied a lot. Although the two of us looked akin since we both had blue, zircon-like eyes and brown coloured hair, I felt myself superior than him. It was due to the fact that Tim was determined to have autism in a hospital few years ago when we were still in the age of six. From that day, my life changed greatly while I wasn't myself ...