I See Through A Glass Darkly_The Task of Tolerance_Opportunity Knocks_Nighthawks
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I See Through A Glass Darkly
I See Through A Glass Darkly—George DavisThis bizarre tale began three years ago. It was the strangest occurrence one might experience. I could see through another person’s eyes. No longer was I, Alfred Middleton the bright, witty man I’d known for the last forty years. I became a new person. Pardon me for blowing my own horn. I say all this to help you understand what has happened to me. I was a teacher at Bickford High School for fifteen years, graduating from the University of Maine, magna cum laude. A first-time event in my family’s history going back to our arrival in Maine in the late ...
The Task of Tolerance
Constant accusations of Jessie Benet, being unapproachable, permeated the office cubicles and the men’s room walls. These misconceptions were a cold draft, leaving an unpleasant feeling in Jessie. It fueled his desire to prove them wrong.So he said, “Yes” to the yearly team building holiday trip.He had already discovered every cognitive distortion, emitted by each of his colleagues, on the airplane. To someone like Jessie, it was the stench of small-mindedness, but to Scott, Clint, Derrick, and Keith, It was the aroma of untold opinions, clogged by the daily demands of work, marriage and fathe...
Opportunity Knocks
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I shivered in my thin blouse and short A-line skirt and desperately searched for shelter. It’s weird how I arrived here. I had been walking along Jackson Street. It was a beautiful day and instead of taking the bus, I’d decided to walk the two miles to my apartment. I had been looking at the multi-hued blue-ish sky and constructing animals from the soft-looking puffy clouds. I’d taken off my work shoes with their uncomfortable heels and had put on the ratty sneakers I’d stored in my desk just for such an occasion.I’d really nee...
Nighthawks
The door of Phillies lunch-room opened and a man and a woman came in arm-in-arm. They sat down at the counter. “What’s yours?” George asked them.www.onedoor.cc “Go ahead hun, tell him,” the woman said to her companion. “What’s your best?” The man asked, removing his sharp derby and placing it on the counter. “Well, we got a big dinner with roast pork tenderloin but we don’t sell it after 10,” George replied.“Well it’s just past 10,” the woman protested, glancing at the clock on the wall behind the counter. “It’s slow, by about 20 mins” George informed her. “Let’s just say, it’s 10” the male companion said,...