STORYTIME TAPESTRY

The Newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness throughout the world

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We welcome Tania Puma writer #236 to Storytime Tapestry.?  I am so pleased with all the writer talent going on here lately.?  Please take the time to email her and tell her exactly what you think of her poem.

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Today's Queue Stories
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? ~ Peace Makers ~

Joyce C. Lock

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? ? ? ?  Some of the most beautiful people, in the world, are known as ???peacemakers??™.?  They're often labeled as lazy because they don't match the energy and drive of a doer.?  Instead, they are more likely to rise to the occasion out of care, compassion, and concern.

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? ? ? ?  The peacemaker is tender hearted and generous, with a heart of gold.?  They're the personality we're most drawn to when we need a listening ear, or some sort of help.?  There's a sense of serenity in their presence because we're most likely to be received unconditionally.

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? ? ? ?  "Near to the heart of God" can often be said of a peacemaker, as their relationship with Him is often quite intense.

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? ? ? ?  The peacemaker is just that, a PEACE MAKER.?  Though they're often quite successful in their profession, their personal life is far from beautiful.?  They have a tendency to get crapped on, manipulated, taken advantage of, and used; to back down from most any stand, reject a higher calling, to do whatever it takes for the sake of peace.

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? ? ? ?  Being emotionally bound, the peacemaker may have great difficulty in making or keeping a commitment, as their emotions change at least daily.?  And, whatever commitment is made may be overruled by the objections of another.

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? ? ? ?  It seems sad that the peace maker has so much more to offer, yet lets fear of adversity rule; that others get to call the shots for their life, while they ache inside for what might have been.

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? ? ? ?  Perhaps we could be more sensitive in considering the plight of a peacemaker, to not push our will on them and not to hold them back.?  We might, gradually, teach and guide them toward becoming stronger in taking stands; drawing on their faith in God to see them through.

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? ? ? ?  Otherwise, when they stand before their Maker, there will be no one standing by their side; no one else to blame.?  When God asks why they didn't follow His callings, their only answer might be, "Well, I thought about it."

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? ? ? ?  Then, God just might turn to us and ask where we were when the peacemaker needed us.

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http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/
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Going Down For The Last Time

? A True story
By Gwen Tweedy

As I sat down in the church lounge I was thankful to be off my trembling limbs. Oh they were not trembling in fear, dread but pure excitement for what this momentous day held. The pastor soon came in and? spoke to us shaking each one's hand in encouragement and saying a prayer.

Soon I entered a small dressing room where I prepared for my baptism. There was a? girl helping us that day who wore noisy shoes on the tile floor and I vowed and did find what kind of shoes they were
because I was into noise. But that was the? practical I was riding much higher on a title wave of emotion
that I hoped and prayed would never wane.

As my turn came, I stepped gingerly down the three steps that led me into the waters of baptism.
I was not afraid. Though I? should have been fearing water as I so? often did but somehow today was different.

When I came up out of the waters, I felt renewed alive and so clean. Oh not water clean for that was only surface but cleansed forever in that crimson fountain that still flows so freely from Calvary's hill for one and all even today.
The End.

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STORYTIME TAPESTRY

The Newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness throughout the world

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Today we are welcoming Tammy Clark, writer # 235, for Storytime Tapestry.?  Please email her and wish success in her writing and of course encourage her to continue writing for us.

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Today's Queue Stories
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The Movies
by Bernice Becker

When I was a small child, I watched many movies in the Shawmut Theater in Roxbury. It was located close to

, which was bustling with activity and safe years ago. Today you don??™t venture there if you value your life. The Shawmut was more than a movie house. It was a community center, a second home, a retreat, a social gathering place, and of course, an entertainment facility. It allowed thankful parents to get a few hours away from their children as long as they had someone responsible to take their kids to the Saturday matinee.

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Tickets were either five or ten cents each. There was no food or drink sold in the neighborhood theaters when I was five years old, but there usually was a confectionery store nearby where you could purchase a generous amount of candy for a nickel. What could be more satisfying than your sweet-tooth treat as you sat patiently through the news, laughed aloud at the cartoons, and intently watched the main attraction and the important cliffhanger that made you want to return the following week?

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I walked along with my two older brothers, who were threatened with horrible punishment if they neglected to take good care of their little sister. It wasn??™t my fault that on the way I managed, God only knows how, to swallow a fairly large buzzing fly. I screamed as it tickled my throat, its wings beating in protest. Finally it slid down. I wanted to go home to tell my mother what had happened but my brothers didn??™t want to do that. They were thoughtful enough to assure me that flies were not bad and actually were good for you as long as you didn??™t consume too many. Little Bernice swallowed that bull along with the fly. We entered the large, imposing building of our weekend retreat and found seats. I sat between Arnold and Howard as always. Mom said that was the safest way. But what happened if I needed to visit the bathroom? They couldn??™t take me. My mother told me I could go if it was an emergency and we would have to ask a lady or older girl whom we knew to take me. I realize now that on Saturdays I was given very few fluids until I got home. Then I was urged to drink a lot to help the dehydration I??™d been subjected to.

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We were surrounded by familiar, friendly faces. I waved to my neighbors. We were all in a jovial mood, anticipating a wonderful afternoon. There was chatter and laughter. Occasionally an usher would come around to shush people and to warn us we??™d have to leave if we couldn??™t behave. To me, an usher was like a policeman. I didn??™t dare misbehave.? 

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I loved that time. We had one bag of candy, which we shared. I was happy and engrossed in a funny Charlie Chaplain film. Suddenly something hard hit my chest. I was frightened. I poked Arnold and asked him if I were bleeding. I told him maybe someone shot me.

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He whispered, ???Are you crazy? What are you talking about????

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I felt around: no blood. Then my shaky fingers fished out an object. Even in the dark, from the size and shape I could tell it was a 50-cent piece. It probably had fallen from the balcony above us, and to me it was a real windfall. I did feel sorry for the person who lost it, though.

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I asked my brothers if I should call out, ???Did anyone lose fifty cents????

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They told me ???Don??™t you dare; everyone will say they did.???

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We just had to keep it and without guilt.

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After hours of being entertained, we headed for home, but first we stopped at the little store. My brothers had convinced me that I should share my fortune with them. After all, they brought me each week.

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We were able to get three large bags of our favorite penny candy. We walked along, partaking of the goodies. I chewed a couple of the chocolate covered caramels that I favored, which was probably one of the reasons I had trouble with my gums years later.

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I left a generous portion for my parents. My brothers ate all of theirs. My parents became angry with them because they had very little appetite for the tasty meal my mom had prepared, and they were properly punished, but my mother and father praised their little darling for being kind and willing to share.

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Bernice Becker is an 84 years young author? of her new book "Feel Good Stories". Indeed her tales prove that feeling good knows no age. Reading the stories narrate foibles and adventures of growing up, marriage, teaching, and retirement, you'll find yourself laughing, crying, and delighting in the adventures of being alive. Visit her website at http://www.storiestofeelgood.com? to buy? the book and? get started on your own journey to feeling good!

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God is our mighty counselor

Tammy Clark

Are you a victim??  Or are you enabling your spouse to victimize you?? 
Think about that for a moment.?  How many years have you
put up with abuse, and how many excusses have you used to keep from
getting help or getting out??  Are you sitting there hoping that one
day your abuser will change, or that you will be able to change him?

I am an enabler, that allowed myself to become victimized by
my spouse.?  For nine years I stayed married to this man, and endured
physical, mental, verbal, and yes even sexual abuse.
Why did I allow it??  One reason was because I was so co-dependent, I
didn't believe in divorce, and I had 3 children that I new I couldn't
raise myself.?  Then there was the big one, I was just plain scared!
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I used every excuse there was to stay in that relationship.?  But
excuses are like an hour-glass, eventually they run out and then it's
too late.?  It was almost too late for me, I remember comming to
myself, after being knocked unconcious by my ex-husband, and my
oldest daughter (who was 5 years old at the time) was bent over me
crying; "Is mommy dead"??  I knew then that I had to do something.?  I
eventually ended up in a shelter for battered woman, and there I
began to discover, that I was not a victim, I was allowing myself to
be a human punching bag.

I was beat and bruised,
verbally and emotionally abused.
I lay in bed and just cry,
Why me Lord, why?
I lay there feeling all alone,
There is no peace in my home.
I have been forsaken by the one I love,
"I know the feeling," said God above.
"What must I do?"?  I pray,
"Step out of the way;
And let me take control this day."
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It was at that point in my life that I opened my eyes, and began to
realize that I had self-worth,?  I didn't need to be anyones punching
bag.

My next problem was I had no confidence in myself.?  I didn't believe
that I could do anything on my own.?  I have always been a follower,
not a leader.?  I was not an educated woman, and had no real job
experience.?  But then one day a stranger came into my life and She
introduced me to God, and showed me that by putting my confidence and
trust in Him, I could accomplish all things.?  I felt as though I
found a new lease on life, and the more I learned about myself, the
more I realized that the problems in my marriage, were not all my Ex-
husbands fault.?  If my attitude had been different, I would have
realized that it not only takes two to build a productive home, but
it also takes two to build a disfunctional home.?  There was no
communication between us, he did his thing and I did my thing,?  I
chose to keep peace rather than try to talk to my ex-husband about
the things that bothered me, and because I did that he figured that
it was acceptable to treat me the way he did, and when I would
finally have enough, and would explode with hateful words, it would
set my ex-husbands emotions afire, and all hell would brake loose.? 
With that I realized It was just as much my fault as his.? 

My marriage could not be saved, but God gave me another chance, and
this time when problems in the marriage would arise I would do my
best to make sure that I wasn't feeding the problem, but looking at
why the problem occured, and sharing my opinion with my husband and
allowing him to express his feelings, then we would work on coming up
with a solution to the problem.

God has become the Head of Our Home.?  And I have learned to see with
my spiritual eyes more, rather than my carnal eyes.?  We are all Gods
children, and we need to exhort one another, and build on each others
good attributes, not dwell on each others shortcommings, you see all
have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.? 

Jesus teaches that we need to forgive one another, just as Jesus
forgave us.?  He looks at us with love even though we are wreched
sinners, and forgives us our sins.?  I don't know where I would be
today if the Lord had given up on me and chose to leave me to die in
my sins.?  Your Husband may be an abuser, a sinner,?  a
cheater......etc.?  But his soul is worth saving, so don't give up on
him, pray for understanding, for guidance, for protection, and for
God to change your attitude.?  Then pray for God to bind the spirit of
abuse in your husband, and loose his love and his will in his life.? 
Ask God to change your husbands environment, and to send him new
christian friends that can minister to him, and encourage him to be
the spiritual leader of his home. The bible says that Gods grace is
sufficient for all, so pray for Gods grace to fall upon your husband,
then plead the blood of Jesus over his soul.?  And everyday that you
awake, thank God for what he is going to do in your life and your
marriage, and let all that you say and all that you do, be to the
glory and honor of our Lord and Savior.

Consider this:

B - BASIC
I - INSTRUCTIONS
B - BEFORE
L - LEAVING
E -EARTH

The bible is a manual that will lead you to a better way of life, and
to life eternal.
By: Tammy Clark

tambo768@yahoo.com

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My name is Tammy Anne Clark, I'm a mother of 5, and
I'm married to a wonderful man. I love to write poems,
short stories, and kids stories about faith.?  My
favorite quote is "If you don't stand for something,
you will fall for anything".?  I live in kentucky (Gods
country), as we call it down here, and I'm blessed to
have a wonderful view which inspires my much of my
writings.?  I have been writing for the last 8 years,
most of my papers are inspirational real life stories.

I hope that this info helps.
Tammy

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The Ball A True Story

Gwen Tweedy

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I'm not sure what age it started this love of sports but I do know I was young.
In particular, I loved football and basketball. More in particular I loved my Wichita? State Shockers.
I wrote a fan letter to the president of the university telling him of my fantasia and I started receiving
football tickets and then one pair of basketball tickets each year and I got to sit in the President's party
and finally got to meet my favorite announcer but that is another story.

I had always wanted to meet just one of my athletes. For that's how I thought of them and this I did also
but that too, is another story.

One day later on quite some time later, I received an?  autographed basketball in the mail with the current team at that time.

Who all had handled this ball?

Countless untold numbers I was sure, and the athletes who wrote their names upon
the ball had most certainly touched it. But I couldn't see it! I moaned within myself.
And a tinge of real regret threatened to overwhelm me and spoil this precious memory of time.
But I must not let it worm it's way in I must? cease this moment that God had given me
and enjoy it to the maximum.

Awe, as the sweet flow of wonderfulness coursed through my body. I fondled the rough round ball in the palms of my hands, and memorized every ridge and sighed with ecstasy.
This truly would be a moment to remember!

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The End.

In Loving prayer for someone special *YOU*
Gwen

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My name is Gwen Tweedy.

I live in Wichita, Kansas.

I have been married for over 26 years.

And?  Bob and I have a grown daughter Melissa.

I am totally blind

and work as a power sewing machine operator at Envision.

My hobbies include writing, encouraging people on my Email lists reading,

singing in the?  choir,

and playing for my small Sunday school church.

My Email address is

gtweedy2 @cox.net

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THE SHADOW KNOWS

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By Ron Gold

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???Come on, Ron, you can do better than that,??? Dick yelled as he burst

through the door and snapped the lights on in our off-campus?  apartment.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  This same scene played out almost every Sunday at five.?  I??™d listen to

???The Shadow??? on the radio with the room lights turned off so I could watch

my Shadow?  ring glow through the darkness.? 

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???You know how it??™s going to end.?  There??™s a criminal loose.? 

and Lamont Cranston chase him.?  But he corners them.?  Lamont becomes the

Shadow, hypnotizes the crook so the bad guy can??™t see him.?  The good guys

win and it??™s tune in next week for another same story with different villains.

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The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.???

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???But you don??™t understand, Richard,??? I said.?  ???This is not another joke..

There??™s more to it.?  It??™s more profound.???

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Dick Handler never let up on his ???you can do better??? or ???you can get

more??? attitude, which made him a superb editor at our college newspaper and,
later,?  at The Hartford Courant, the oldest continuously published daily

newspaper in America.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Because Dick had a good eye for byline names, he changed mine.?  He

hated ???Ronnie???.?  ???Not virile enough. Sounds like a sissy show-tune singer???.? 

So he dubbed me ???Ron???, the name I??™ve chosen to use ever since.

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A year or two after my graduation from the University of Bridgeport, I

received a phone call from Dick.?  ???Lamont,??? he said, ???I??™m getting ready to tie

the knot. You??™ll be my best man! We??™re being married up in Carole??™s home

town, Gloucester, Mass. this summer.???

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???You could have picked a better time,??? I told him, commenting on the

heavy Summer humidity in the fishing town.?  And you could have picked a

much more fragrant city.?  But you couldn??™t pick a better wife than Carole.? 

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She??™s?  a charmer and she??™s got a good head on her shoulders.???

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Dick said ???thank you??”but you could have said it better--without the

cliche. Carole deserves more than hackneyed imagery from you???.

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One of my best man??™s assignments was to buy milk shakes for the

bridal party.?  New Englanders believe milk shakes ward off hangovers.

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I ambled up to the drug store??™s soda fountain in my formal white dinner

jacket.?  Sweaty men and women stared as I ordered.

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???You must be going?  to?  a wedding,??? one?  female customer said.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???Yes.?  At the Jewish temple.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???I??™ve never been to a Jewish wedding,??? a second girl said.

? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ? ? ? ? ? ???Then come on over.?  I??™ll see you there.???

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After saying their vows, Carole and Dick walked up the aisle.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???Who are those two girls in t-shirts, Levis?  and tears???? Carole asked.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???I don??™t know, ???Dick responded.?  ???Probably some girls Ron picked up in town.???

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Life went on.?  We wrote and telephoned each other often.?  And Dick

and Carole visited me in New Jersey each time they drove to Florida.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Dick sounded cheerful. ???How ???ya doin??™, Lamont????

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below the knee amputation. Nothin??™ to laugh about.???

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???Lost your leg??  That??™s tough.?  But I can do better than that.?  I??™ve got

cancer: Stomach.?  Liver.?  And Esophagus.?  I start Chemo?  Monday.?  They gave

me six months.?  I??™ll do well.?  I??™ve got Carole and my boys.?  I just want a good

quality of life.

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He got his wish.?  He retired from The Courant, became a gardening

freak.?  And he and Carole followed the UConn Huskies basketball team.?  They

also developed a fondness for Scottish Highland Games and local Indian Pow-

wows.

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little time left.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Knowing I couldn??™t drive to Waterbury, I wrote my dying friend:

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???Dear Dick,

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???You have been up front in my mind and in the forefront of my

meditations and prayers.

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???For more than forty years, we have gone our separate ways. And we

always managed to keep in touch.?  We knew what we both were doing.?  We

care about each other.? 

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???I remember the image of Lamont Cranston I gave you.?  The Shadow

is still my hero.?  And now, with your cancer, you are Lamont Cranston.? 

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You won??™t have to be seen to remain effective.?  What you have done in

your life??”and with your life -- will be seen and felt and treasured by? ? ? ? 

our future generations.?  You have been wonderful??” and wonderfully

blessed.?  I love you and I will miss you.?  God bless you.

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Ron Gold

outthinkresumes@aol.com
About Me:
Ron Gold has been writing professionally for some 50 years--in public relations,
advertising and motivation agencies. He now writes
inspirational and humorous stories for the Internet. He also creates
professional resumes from a recruiter's viewpoint, ethical wills and
personal love stories. He also edits college essays students submit
to undergraduate and graduate schools. He was graduated from theUniversityBridgeportin the U.S.West OrangeNJoutthinkresumes@aol.com

, He can be reached at Army. He resides in and served as a Public Information Specialist of

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Poetry Section

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Scatter the Joy

Tania Puma

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I will one day embrace the shadow

That lurks and menaces from afar

Always wondering maybe tomorrow

One last breath, I touch my heart.

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Will they lay me with flowers?

Will they sing words of love?

As they look, one wonders

Will she smile from above?

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Do not shed tears when I fly

Speak your truth, don??™t be coy

I will be dancing with the most high

Just remember: Scatter joy.

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Tania Puma

pumatania@yahoo.com

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GOODBYE DEAR DAD

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Sue Walsh

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I never ever believed this day would come

After beating the odds so many times I thought he would surely live to one hundred and ninety one

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For a man who loved change, challenge laughter and life

He was a constant, always there for his children and his wife

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He loved people and to make them laugh and to entertain ??“ that was dad

And whatever the story he told it always began ???Well the funniest one we ever had???

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No matter whether it be Phil and Glen and the tailing of the lambs

Or one of the boys and their many scams

Or when the tractor was bogged for over a week

And he was so mad he could scarcely speak

He looked back and it was all one hell of a joke

That was dad ??“ simply a delightful bloke

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He taught his children how to enjoy life and the difference between right and wrong

And at the most difficult time of my life we knew how to stand together and be strong

He would be proud of the legacy he left behind

The most loving and supportive family you could find.

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I know in my heart that we each believe our dad is the absolute best

Now I know how terrible the pain when we watch them ascend to rest.

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As I flew home at 40,000 feet a few hours too late

It felt as if I helped the Angels lead him home to Heavens Gate

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He??™s on a new journey, a new challenge, I bet he can hardly wait

And knowing how he loved a new audience he would want us to celebrate.

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If he were here he would thank each and every friend

For taking care of Cynth and being here right to the end

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Goodbye dearest dad, Goodbye dear Joe

It??™s very comforting to know

That we??™ll see you in heaven when it??™s our time to go!

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Sue Walsh

Adelseal @senet.com.au

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Bio

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My name is Sue Walsh - I live in Adelaide, South Australia with my husband and two children.?  I worked as a Legal Secretary for 25 years and then my husband and I started our own engineering import/export business.?  I love to learn about spiritual subjects and have study many different areas.?  I love to write spiritual/religious poetry and peace prayers, I am also endeavouring to complete a novel.

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WITH TEARS IN HER EYES

Sharon Bryant? 

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She stood there watching

As he walked away

He was leaving her again

She tried to be brave

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Her heart was heavy

Her face tried to hide

The fear in her heart

She longed for him by her side

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She turned her head

As he boarded the bus

She waved her hand

Trying not to make a fuss

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He promised he'd write

Promised he'd call

She tried to smile

Remembering it all

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Her son was going

To a strange land

To fight for freedom

Please God, hold his hand

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She waved good bye

With tears in her eyes

Her little boy was now a man

A soldier, her pride

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Sharon Bryant

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Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net

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About Me:

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I am Sharon Bryant,? 59 years old and reside in Alabama.

I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write
articles on bereavement often.

I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter.

I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

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Writers Feedback

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Dear Carol;?  I must agree with you about "beef."
I getting older with my appetite for beef,?  I can eat a little piece of
it now.? ?  I can't eat the beef here in Florida, cows don't graze on good
grass as the north.?  I am Pennsylvania product and I guess I am spoiled.
I don't eat the chicken with relish as I do up north.? ?  The vegetable
taste lousy too.? ?  They are grown in the sandy soil.
Faye?  Zabelsky

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East Meets West ??“ Deepak Morris - Not fair.?  Did they ever find the beast?? ? Louise

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I am not much of a red meat eater--maybe because I didn't grow up eating it or maybe because my first husband wanted it 7 days a week!? 

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However, just reading your piece has whet my appetite and I'm going out tomorrow and purchase two rib-eye steaks to grill outside.?  Add a baked potato with sour cream and some fresh tomatoes from my garden and we will feast!? 

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Thanks for the mouth-watering treat!

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Love,

Barb

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I love Bernice Becker's reflections. Sounds like my
mom and gramma are talking to me about the good
old days.

Tammy Clarks hubby had better pray everynight that
he wasn't married to my Cherokee. He would have
never needed another haircut.
Mark Crider

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