Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

February 21, 2008

Today’s Announcement

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Today’s Stories

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The Second Coming!

Ricky Fico

I will forever hold the key. . .

At an early age I was given the key. I didn't know which door the key unlocked but I held on to this key throughout my teens, my early adulthood and beyond. Throughout all my trials and tribulations, during times of upheaval and times of triumph I clutched this key as if my life depended on it. Something told me that in spite of all the misgivings, in spite of all the times I felt like giving up, that I should never let go of the key.

I remember well the hunger pangs as a child, something I will never, ever forget. I remember well fantasizing over a pizza menu and watching out my window as the pizza delivery guy passed by on his way to someone whose fantasizing over a pizza menu was given to reality.

I remember the cold winds of winter and sloshing through the slush and snow with shoes that had long ago lost their soles. Cardboard would only survive for so long before it too gave way to the frost-biting vendetta against my young feet.

I remember pleading to my mother to stay home with me and for once forget going to her tavern because I thought I was about to die. I could not breathe and at age eleven I really didn't understand what was happening to me. My throat hurt so bad too. I was scared, I really was. I could still hear my young voice as if it was yesterday, "Momma, please don't leave me. I can't breathe. " But Momma didn't hear me I guess. For the next two days I lay in my bed, fighting for every breath. After two days of fighting fate mother finally came home and reluctantly took me to the doctor. The doctor told me that I had the worse throat infection he'd ever seen and my air passages were just about completely closed. Another day without treatment and I most likely would have died. That would have been too bad as it appeared to me that I had yet to live life yet.
     

Ricky Fico

ricky@tri-umphs.com

www.tri-umphs.com     

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  HELPLESSNESS

Dr. Harmander Singh

II want to see you, Sunny,” he telephoned.

"I'm busy, I'll see you next Sunday, Sunny replied.

"It's urgent,” he said while feeling something unknown.

"Why?” he wanted to know.

"I can not tell you on the phone,” Sunny said as he was not sure.

"But why not?” he insisted.

"Please try to understand me?” Sunny requested.

"It is all right. Should I come? Is it all right?” he asked.

"You can, if you wish,” he replied.

"Sunny, please do not be so isolated. After all, I am your friend. Why are you hesitating to tell me and moreover you were neutral when I said I wanted to come,” he was feeling disturbed.

"All right, please come,” Sunny, said.

"O.K., I'm coming,” he said and left his home.

            On his way to Sunny, he was thinking about Sunny who never wanted to hide his emotions from him. They were good friends. Everything was common between them. It was for the first time that he doubted about their depth of friendship.

"After all, Sunny is a human being, why he should bother about me?” he thought on his way.

"I should try to understand his helplessness,” he thought and reached at house of Sunny.

            He rang the bell. A nurse opened the door.

"What is wrong with Sunny? Please tell me, I'm surprised with your presence,” he was surprised.

"Are you William, Sir?” she wanted to be sure.

"Yes, I am, but what is wrong with him?” he was getting confused.

"Sir, he had a heart attack and you're the one who should not be informed, this was his request. You may see him now,” she said.

"I've seen him. He is a joker,” he was helpless to stop his cry.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Are not we having the rare gift of feeling concerned about something or someone while having first an intuitive feeling about?

is not it a greatness of life treasure to fill it with what hurts us only but on letting it go off from the treasure it'll hurt us more and others as well ?

Is not it a beauty of friendship that it grows and develops in the times of the experiences of life?

Is not it most difficult to hide the tenderness of heart from the friends?

Dr. Harmander Singh

bhagouauty@gmail.com

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Poetry Corner

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A poem about religious wars:

Chris Hansen

Three great armies seek to rule the world.

Three great banners are flying high and are unfurled.

One says, “All religions must be respected!

All religions must be protected.”

Another says, “No religion!  No one’s creed!

From these tyrants we have been freed!”

A third one says, “My religion, and only mine!

The others, we kill, or we confine.”

Neutrality is not possible anymore.

Everyone is already in this war.

Chris Hansen

Chrishansen54@sbcglobal.net

Author:

“Revelation Revisited,” Beautiful and terrifying visions of the end of the world.

“Secret of the Psalms,” amazingly accurate prophecies in the Psalms of Israel about Jesus.

“Grandfather’s Journal,” a touching story of a boy who overcomes his fear of death because of Jesus.

www.xlibris.com 1-888-795-4274 local bookstores.

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 ~Speak~

Mary Dees Little

Glancing back at yesterday,
And the many years before;
I recall my troubles tossed about,
Like seashells on the shore.

I think of all things unsettled.
Were my meanings incomplete?
Did I justify my sadness,
With the words I didn't speak?

Was I took quick to judge,
When the inevitable wasn't clear?
Did I satisfy my longing,
Or did I amplify my fear?

It all becomes a wonder to me,
I question while I pray.
Could I have changed just one life,
With the words I didn't say?

Is it right for me to question,
Or is it wrong of me to know?
I could have changed everything,
With the love I could've shown.

Be it rejection,
Or A shun for my devotion;
Another day won't pass away,
Before my heart has spoken.

By Mary M. Little (Dees)
marlena7694@yahoo.com

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