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Aug 21, 2005? 

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Again another new and wonderful poet/writer is being introduced.?  Christina Hymes, writer #238 is being added to our growing roster of wonderful writers here at Storytime Tapestry.?  Please email her and let her know what you think of her work.

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Now on to the good stuff..........

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Today's Queue Stories
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The Waitress

Roger Dean Kiser

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I did not know until I married my wife that most waitresses only receive about $2.00 per hour. In addition to that, they have to pay 8% of all food sales in taxes even if they do not receive a tip. That means if a party of six orders a meal costing $100.00 and they do not leave a tip. The serving waitress must still owes $8.00 in taxes.

I have met many waitresses throughout the years. Most are good at what they do; then again there are some who are very bad.

There is this one waitress who out shines any that I have ever met. Her job is very important to her. However, more important to her is the fact that her customers always come first. ALWAYS.

There have been times when I have actually seen her almost in a gallop running down the isles to get her customers their food while it is still hot. I have seen her argue with the cooks if the plate and food do not look presentable. Many of her customers are amazed that she can remember their names and what they wanted to drink the last time they visited the restaurant.

I have sat and watched her as she walked behind the waitress station, crouched down and rub the calfs of her legs because they hurt so badly.

I have seen her hold her composure and smile when some patrons have treated her with undeserved disrespect. I have seen her smile as she cleaned up the table after receiving only a dollar tip after having served a table of eight a six-course meal. I have seen her down on her hands and knees cleaning up food that people have allowed their children to throw beneath the table. I seen her almost cry when one drunken male customer said, "What can I get from you if I give you a five dollar tip."

Yesterday I went to the trophy shop and I purchased a large plaque, which I had engraved with the following: "A special thanks for your many years of excellent service and for the pride that you have taken in your work as a waitress, it is very much appreciated. JOHN Q. PUBLIC"

I took the plaque home to be given to the waitress the next time I saw her. About 10:00 p.m., my wife came home from work. She had had a very long day and she was almost in tears because her hips, legs and feet were hurting her. I ran a warm bath and I rubbed her feet as she lay in the tub almost crying. After she had dried and dressed for bed; with much pride, I handed her the plaque, which I had made for her earlier that day.

My wife is without a doubt the most wonderful, kind, considerate and thoughtful server I have ever known.

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Another True Story:

Gwen Tweedy

My day started and went as normal. Getting dressed, eating breakfast, combing my hair, brushing my teeth and going to school. After morning classes I went to the dining room for lunch and still it was a normal day.

As we were huddled in someone's room and I was listening to a song on the radio station it was suddenly interrupted by some scary music and a strident voice saying Bulletin Bulletin!
And my day was suddenly changed! My 11 year old mind couldn't quite comprehend what was going on! Someone had been shot and died.

But who?

A president?

But a president of what?

The united states!

Woe,!

This must be serious. Who would do such a reprehensible thing? I squeezed tears out of my eyes and truly tried to be sad. For wasn't I supposed to be sad? And my rock and roll station played elevator music for four solid days.

Wow!
This had not ever happened in my tender years that I could remember. And so much talk and more talk!
Passing by a very important casket, a funeral and burial that we were allowed to get out of school for.
Now authorities didn't just let you out of school for nothing so this added to the somberness of it all.
I was to come to full understanding of this sad historical day much later down my road of life but things were different now, I seemed to no longer be 11 years old for the meaning of what had happened grew me up in a hurry. The day President Kennedy died!

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My Email address is:

gtweedy2@cox.net

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My name is Gwen Tweedy. I reside in mid America?  Wichita, Kansas to be exact.

I grew up as a pastor's daughter and I am 52 years of age. I have one grown daughter Melissa.

She has Cystic Fibrosis and Diabetes so each new day with her family is measured as priceless.

She is now 25 years old.

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My husband's name is Bob and because of some disabling factors is at home.

I presently work at? Envision a shop for?  blind of which I am one, and visually impaired as a power sewing machine operator.

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I enjoy writing encouraging letters from the president on down

and have many I talk, pray for and help as Jesus gives me words and strength.

I enjoy reading and I play piano for my Sunday school class at the imanuel Baptist church here in the city.

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Who are You?

When standing before our Maker, it'll be just us and Him.
So, just incase God asks, "Who are you?"
You might want to have prepared your heart to answer.

"So, who are you?"

"My great grandfather was the President of our denomination of believers."
"Wow, that sounds quite impressive.?  But ... who are you?"

"Oh, I am among a family of renown Biblical Scholars."
"Oh, really.?  Well, you have a good heritage, then!?  But, WHO are you?"

"Um, I'm a grandson of the guy that won 144,000 people for you, Lord."
"Oh, my stars!?  I think I know your family!?  But, who are YOU?"

"Me??  I studied Christian education, but that's as far as I got."
"That's nice, too.?  But, you still haven't answered my question.?  Who ARE you?"

Uh ...

Ok, so, I'm nobody, Lord.?  I stumbled, lost my way, and really messed things up.?  I don't have anything special to offer and don't deserve your grace.?  In fact, I haven't done anything worthy of standing before you, here, today, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to make it right.?  Only, in spite of all that went wrong, I still love you, Lord.
"Right answer."

"What do you mean, right answer?"
"Didn't you know??  All I ever wanted was your heart."

No one makes it to heaven just by being born into the right family.
Romans 9:4-8

?© 2005 by Joyce C. Lockhttp://www.angelslight.org/joycepoem.htmlhttp://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

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Poetry Section

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? ? The Dive
Christina Hymes

Words pour from her mouth
like fluttering worms.
Devouring the listener,
left in the devils lare.
She knows not the damages,
or pain she soon will face.
When the one friend she's pushed
away will wash away her disgrace.
Into the river her body plunges,
unlike a seagull diving for it's prey,
she dives to be saved

Christina Hymes
CDRC Marketing Assistant
hymc0001@unf.edu

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A Forgotten Man

Christina Hymes

Etched in stone, is grave name wore
Years of mildew and was forgotten
By those he loved full heartedly.
His bed lay not of soft green grass,
no flowers were laid to rest.
Rather brown weeds sprouted,
and vines grew up his stone face.

Memories were in his grasp.
From up above he watched, aghast.
His little stars grew up,
spoiled by his inheritence.
Only to see it waste away
like him and his memories.


Christina Hymes
CDRC Marketing Assistant
hymc0001@unf.edu
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Falling

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Christina Hymes

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Here I am falling.
Falling once again
into the pits of the cave,
leading me to my deadly grave.
Each mark on the stone,
tells a story.
Horizontal or vertical,
Which way will it go?
Falling and falling,
My body hard as stone.

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Christina Hymes
CDRC Marketing Assistant
hymc0001@unf.edu

Christina Hymes was born in Bethesda, Maryland on March 4th, 1986. She grew up
with her older sister, twin, and younger sister. In 2002, the family moved to Jacksonville Florida where upon she finished high school in 2004, eight in her
class.
She now attends the University of North Florida and will be majoring in
Nursing and minoring in English. Christina writes on her free time. Her work
is a collaboration of poems that deal with her life and the events around her.

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