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Subject: Hearts and Humor - A Michael T. Smith Column - April30, 2007



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Hearts and Humor – A Michael Smith Column

April 28, 2007

      Happy Sunday, Gang!

After you read this weeks story and the comments
from last week, please read the safety tip that
follows. This idea amazed me with its
simplicity. Be sure to read it.


 A good friend of mine has a new book out. You should check
this out. Carol's been through rough times. She tells it all
in her latest book.

Carol Roach
M.Ed, B.A.
Publisher: Storytime Tapestry
Author: Angels Watching Over Me:http://www.lulu.com/content/644485
Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey: www.publishamerica.com


    If anyone is interested in greeting cards, Ginny
belongs to a group of artists. They've teamed together
to market their products. Check them out at:
http://www.etsygreetings.blogspot.com


    Ginny's cards and other crafts are at:
http://www.ginginsgoodies.etsy.com


    Be sure to check out my collection of inspirational
   
sites at the end. There's something for everyone.

    Now for today's story.

    I'm sorry for not posting mid-week last week. Work was a
bear. I left for work at
7 AM and was lucky if i got
home by
8 PM. Several of my projects spun out of control.
Hopefully this week I'll have them back on track.

    New
Jersey was almost drained of the 9 inches of rain we
recieved a week ago, but on Thursday night and Friday, we got
another 3 to 4 inches. People are trading in their cars for boats.

    Here's an old story that needed a lot of work. I thought it
was a great story when I used it a couple of years ago. When I
read it last week, I cringed. My style sure has changed. Here's
the new, "Hidden Treasure."


                         Hidden Treasure

    "Michael, let's take a walk up the back road." Mum said.

    "Is it spring, Mum?" I asked. We never walked in the winter.
It was too cold.

    "Yes, it's spring." She smiled. "Let's walk up the back road."

    The "back road" was an old dirt road few cars could navigate.
It was a young boy's dream. There were ditches to explore, trees
to climb, birds to watch, small animals to admire, and best of all,
ponds and swamps with frogs to catch.


            *****************************


    I stood at the edge of a water hole. "Be careful!" Mum warned.

    "Mum, look at that frog." I whispered. "It's a big one." I reached
for it, slipped, and fell into the swamp. Mum grabbed my hand and
pulled me out. I stood crying, covered in mud and moss. "I'm sorry, Mum!
I didn't mean to get dirty."


    "I warned you!" She scolded me, saw the tears streaming down my
cheeks, and softened. "Never mind, Michael! Let's get you home and cleaned
up."


    I cried all the way. My feet squished inside my mud-caked "Dash"
sneakers. Afraid friends would see me and laugh, Mum led me along paths
no one traveled..

    Except for that one mud bath, our walks were wonderful. I loved
adventuring with my Mum.  It was her way of teaching me about nature
and her favorite flower.

    The mayflower, or ground laurel, is one of the best-loved American
wildflowers, said to be the first blossom seen on the shores by the
Pilgrims. It blooms in early spring The creeping stems bear clusters
of fragrant pink or white flowers that are sometimes hidden by the
hairy evergreen leaves. It is difficult to cultivate and is endangered
by the zeal of flower pickers. It prefers the acidic soil of pinewoods
in the eastern part of
North America and is the provincial flower of
Nova Scotia and the state flower of Massachusetts, where it is protected
by law.

    Mum led me off the road, into the woods and, taught me the art
of finding and picking her precious treasure. With a keen eye, she'd
spot their green leaves, partially covered by dead foliage. She'd drop
to her knees. "Michael," she'd instruct. "Sweep away the dead leaves
and find the vine. Trace it back to the root, and carefully pinch it
off a few inches from the ground. If you pull it up, you'll kill the
plant, and next year there won't be any flowers."

    I did as she said and held the flowers to my nose for the first
real scent of spring. We took only a small handful. Back home, we put
them in a glass of water. The small handful of flowers was all it
took to fill our house with their heavenly scent.

    Years later I had my own house. I walked into the backyard and
into the brush. Partially buried by dry leaves and hidden behind a
rock, was a cluster of mayflowers. Childhood memories flashed through
my head. I picked a few, wrapped them in a wet paper towel and took
a scent of spring to my first wife, Georgia. She was in the hospital
waiting to give birth to our first child. Years later, I taught our
kids how to find and pick those tiny treasures of spring.

    I haven't seen or smelled a mayflower since 1996, when I moved
away from
Nova Scotia. Those treasures are far away now.

    Yesterday I smelled the scent of fresh cut grass drifting in
through our open windows. I remembered the mayflowers and looked
at Ginny, my new wife. My treasure is not far away after all. Ginny
is my mayflower - my treasure. It took me years to find her. She
was hidden many miles and a border away.

     Life took me through a lot of puddles and through woods so
thick, I thought I'd never find my way, but I found my
mayflower, my treasure, my Ginny.

Michael T. Smith

To see what a mayflower looks like, go to:
http://www.blupete.com/Nature/Wildflowers/Mayflower.htm

    If you enjoy a story, feel free to pass it on to your friends.
   
My only request is that you include the link for your friends to

join our family.

To join our family, go to:

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REMOVE THE SPACES TO GET TO THE SITE. SPAM BLOCKERS ARE

HURTING EZINES. DON'T LET THEM PREVENT YOU FROM READING

GREAT STORIES.


    As promised, here is a list of great inspirational sites.

I subscribe to all of them. You will love these sites.


Run by my friend Carol, Storytime Tapestry at:

http://archives.zinester.com/98907/

By my good friend Keith in Australia:
http://www.agiftofinspiration.com.au/

My friend Phil runs http://www.peoplestuff.com.au/
Phil's awesome and brutally honest

Zev, yes another friend, runs http://empoweringmessages.com/stories/

Heart Catchers is a wonderful site.  www.DianeDeanWhite.com

www.Heartwarmers.com and www.petwarmers.com are two

wonderful story sites.

http://hodu.com/

http://www.mydailyinsights.com/

www.ripplemaker.com

http://www.sermonillustrator.org

http://www.SkyWriting.Net

Here's a newly discovered one I like:

http://www.archive.zinester.com/9516

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WarmFuzzyStories/

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WithInSight/

That's all I can think of right now. If I come up with

more, I'll add them.

Enjoy!!!


I love your comments, Send them to msmith4@nj.rr.com.

I'll include some in every post.


    Here are some comments from last week on my contest entry:
   
Wow, that really did have a twist to it! So what did they
think of it??
Diana

*****************

I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your site very
very much.  You are very vry good at what you do with
your writing.  I write poetry myself.  So I really enjoy
reading other writers work.  Thank you for the opportunity
to enjoy your writing. 
Lizabeth

****************

Well, Mike,
 
I have no suggestions or corrections. The story held me
captivated. At first I thought that maybe the bottle
would have a note in it... but then it occurred to me
that you just might create it as a recently finished or
partially finished bottle of wine or other alcohol beverage.
   Great job !
    Beat wishes,     Corena


**************

NOW FOR A SAFTEY TIP - SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS

This is worth passing on to your loved ones and friends!
 
Great Idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Put your car keys beside your bed at night. If you hear a
noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your
house, just press the panic button for your car. The alarm
will be set off and the horn will continue to sound until
either you turn it off or the car battery dies. This tip
came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you
come home for the night and you start to put your keys away,
think of this: It's a security alarm system that you probably
already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will
go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep
honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it
with the button on the key chain. It works if you park in
your driveway or garage. If your car alarm goes off when
someone is trying to break in your house, odds are the
burglar or rapist won't stick around.... after a few seconds
all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see
who is out there and sure enough the criminal won't want
that. And, remember to carry your keys while walking to
your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way
there..... This is something that should really be shared
with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse
crime.








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