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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter
The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.
April 12, 2006
Today’s announcements
Carol, Kindly inform
your readers that the story which appeared 4/10/06 submitted by Steven Boaze "Putting Life into
Perspective" was not written by him. The original piece titled,
"They ran through the rain believing" was written by Bob Perks.
It can be read here: http://www.bobperks.com/runthrurain.htm
Thanks, my friend.
"I wish you
enough!"
Bob
Bob Perks is a professional speaker, author and vocalist.
Member National Speakers Association.
Visit http://www.BobPerks.com
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"I wish you
enough!"
written by Bob Perks (c) 2001
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final
"Goodbye."
Happy Birthday Roger Emerson
We welcome Profira Rusu, the wife of our
wonderful Romanian writer Geo Rusa, as writer # 316 for Storytime
Tapestry. You will see that she too is a
wonderful writer. Please email her and tell her how much you think of her
wonderful poem.
I recorded Dafna Yee as the writer for
the submission Beaches, below, but I have had this story in queue since
February and I do not know now if Dafna truly is the author. If not, my apologies to the real author. Please step forward and claim your
pieces. Otherwise Dafna, great piece as
usual.
Now onto the good stuff!
Today’s Queue Stories
~**~**~
DAN
by Vance Agee
Daniel (Danny) Acker sat in front of me in homeroom 106 of Bennett High
School, Buffalo, New York, from 1959-1963. Dan beat me out for that front seat
by one letter, “c” . For all these years I have preferred to sit in the front
of a classroom or meeting room.
Dan and I were friends. He lived just down the street (Monticello) from me. Dan
had a good family, whom I met. He was quiet and easy to get along with. And we
talked daily in homeroom.
One morning, when Dan was turned around in his desk, talking with me, I
suddenly noticed something.
Dan was “black”.
I hope that my writing this short sentence conveys several concepts:
First, the obvious fact that his ethnicity had nothing to do with our
relationship;
Second, the total ridiculousness of placing ethnicity at ANY level of
importance in knowing and relating to fellow PEOPLE!
Third, the fact that if Dan actually were “black” he would have been a scary
shadow in front of me. People are, in fact, if one really wants to bother
with this, on a continuum of shades of skin color: from very pale and
susceptible to sunburn for me, to a tan color, to a dark brown.
During the centuries, some stupid groups and individuals have chosen to place
great importance on a trait that is not even a scientifically important
variable per se, although some diseases tend to favor certain ethnic groups.
I propose that the naming of “colors” or shades be stopped in daily
conversation, and reserved for police seeking every feature possible, such as
African-American, Caucasian, Asian, Hispanic, et cetera! We do have names!
What color would we be in God’s Kingdom? I suggest no color but just the pure
brilliance of our Savior!
That will be the next appearance that I will notice about Dan.
Vance Agee
vgagee@adelphia.net
~**~**~
Dafna Yee
(08/17/2002)
WHITE
WORDS ON A BLACK SCREEN:
what
matters most is
how
well you
walk
through the
fire.
--
Charles Bukowski
(He
comes out of the water, dripping. He's
the sort
of
a male that you see working as an academic, or
perhaps
on Wall Street. An academic, or a pencil
pusher.
Certainly
not the kind of guy who has the self-confidence
to
approach the gorgeous young lady lying on the golden
sand
of Coney Island, but that's just what he does.)
MALE
May
I lay down next to you?
FEMALE
(a little surprised, mostly
disinterested)
Do
what you want.
MALE
Do
you live around here? (She doesn't reply)
Yeah,
you're a New Yorker, I can tell.
You
got that New York way about you.
(He looks off
into
the distance). A lot of perspectives
have
changed.
FEMALE
(looks at him sharply)
I
don't wan't to talk about that. If
you're going
to
start talking about 9-11, you may as well leave.
MALE
(winces. 9-11 is a number, not a date in history)
No,
neither do I (double beat) Still (beat)
A
lot of people have taken stock of their lives.
Reevaluated
what's important.
FEMALE
I
guess. (she wants him to go away now and is about
to
tell him so)
MALE
But
what about the people that died that day?
The
ones who never got a chance to reevaluate
anything. (He looks at her full-on, catching her
by
surprise). I would never have talked to
you
before
that day. I would have thought you were
too
beautiful. Too good for me. Funny, huh?
FEMALE
(Defensively)
What's
so funny about it?
MALE
I
would have been long-dead if I had been a casualty
that
day. I was so afraid of living. So wrapped
up
in trying to "make it".
FEMALE
(her ears perk up. Maybe this guy
is
rich, or famous--or both)
What
did you do there, in the World Trade center?
MALE
I
was a sculptor. My studio was in tower
#2.
Some
people died in the burning impact of the airplanes.
Some
people were suffoctaed and crushed by the collapse
of
the towers. Others drowned in the
tunnels underneath
the
buildings. There is even the possibility
that some
of
THOSE bodies could have escaped into the water system,
wound
up here in Coney Island. Or
some piece of them, anyway.
FEMALE
(propping herself up on one arm)
You're
an artist. You might know this quote,
then. It's
something
I read once. It's by Charles Bukowski.
(she
straightens herself up, like someone who doesn't
read
in public often might)
"We
know there ought to be a better place, an easier place,
but there's not.
To
create art means to be crazy, alone,
(she
pauses a beat, to drive in the last word, cruelly, home)
Forever."
MALE
(getting the hint, wordlessly gets up)
(He
starts walking towards the surf. At the
edge of the
water, he writes something in the
sand, then walks into the ocean)
FEMALE
(her POV)
(She
keeps looking and looking. He doesn't
resurface)
(We
see the words in the sand, as the tide comes in, as people
walk
over it)
Life
isn't worth living without love Or the possibility of it.
FADE
TO BLACK
CREDITS
THEN:
AGAIN,
WHITE WORDS ON A BLACK SCREEN:
"You
Need Love Like I do, Don't You?"
--
Tom Jones
~**~**~
Come as You Are
Joyce C. Lock
Have you ever dreamed of being such a wonderful person
and devoted servant of Christ that …
- your heart overflowed with love toward your fellow man?
- others could, truly, see Christ in you?
- it would be a joy being in your presence?
- people would come to you, seeking godly wisdom; their ears falling
upon your every word.
- the moment you entered a room, the atmosphere would suddenly
change?
- whenever your mouth opened, the most humble words would flow?
- from your speech would come words of comfort, healing, and
direction?
- you would be able to know the needs of, both, those near and
across the way?
- you could actually hear the voice of God direct and help you in
reaching out to others, as if He were doing it Himself?
- you could leave any situation and hear God say, "Well
done?"
We’ve all probably thought, "That could never be me!" But,
scripture says it can ... that, when we walk with God, we never walk alone; to
open our mouths wide and let Him fill it, to encourage one another daily, and
to follow Him.
You don’t have to do anything special to qualify. Just come as you are, "Follow me, and I will make you
fisher’s of men," (Mt. 4:18, Mk. 1:17). To follow is to listen for His
voice and then to obey it, no matter how great or small. Then, it’s
Jesus’ responsibility to do the rest (I Th. 5:24). It’s
that simple. All He needs is a willing heart.
© by Joyce C. Lock
http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/
Poetry Section
~**~**~
Back To Poetry
Profira Rusu
almapuja@yahoo.com
It rains with butterflies
throughout so-called lives
The attic is my place
to watch my souls' waves
No more ethereal veils
to wrap my hidden rails
I walk in clouds of light
my hand forgot to write
But still remember days
when pencils were my mates
So, back to Holy Muse
to grasp her and to fuse
With more romantic leans
with Love and Celtic rings
Or Knights of Wisdom temples
whose voices ring my verses
The truth is in my palm
to read my choice and calm
The storms of soul's game
forgive those who did blame
My purity and will
for fairness to fulfil
So, back to Holy Muse
to grasp her and to fuse
Profira Rusu
~**~**~
To My Valentine
2006
Nell Berry
A Valentine I’ve always been,
since that’s the day I was born.
A Valentine I’ll always be,
though the title is weathered and worn.
A Valentine I’ve been since birth,
your wife for fifty plus years.
My heart I gave to my true love,
my
Valentine, my husband, my dear.
On Valentine’s Day we became engaged,
fifty five years ago we were wed.
My heart I gave for as long as we live,
on the day our vows we said.
Happy Valentine’s Day my love,
my companion, my soul mate in life,
my love I give to you still,
forever I’ll be your wife.
Nell Berry
lberry001@centurytel.net
Bio: Nell Berry is a published author of one book,
Growing Up In Missouri and Other Short Stories which is available from Barnes
and Noble, Amazon.com and publishamerica.com. She has written numerous poems,
as yet unpublished. She lives at Mark Twain Lake, in Missouri with her husband of 55 years. He was 75 on Halloween and
Nell will be 75 her birthday, Valentine??™s Day, 2006. They have four children,
nine grandchildren and two great granddaughters.
~**~**~
Readers Feedback
Hi
Carol,
Happy unanniversary! All divorced people can share in your plight. My
unanniversary is in October and it would have been 26 years this year. I'm
not sure of the circumstances of your divorce, but I have always said that most
men and some women should come with warning labels tattooed on their foreheads
that announce "potential ***hole in training." Too bad we
don't truly know someone until we live with them or share an inheritance with
them...
Please take care and God bless,
Lynne
Great
treat from Karin! Yes, I feel like an orphan and was actually orphaned at
one time. Mostly, I feel the love of my Father in Heaven and know I truly
belong to someone. But I still have those
days....................................Blessings, Sharlett Hunt
Prayer Requests and Updates
Hi,
and thank you. I am feeling a bit stronger each day. I get really tired though.
I supposse I will get fatter by the end of the month. All I can do is watch TV,
read, computer, as I cannot pick up anything over 5 lbs. Oh, My hubby and I
have been walking 4 time a day about ? mile each day. The staples come out
Wednesday. Thanks to all who
said a prayer for me.
About this
wonderful surgery I am recovering from..
I
had a 3 hour surgery on the 23rd March in Birmingham. They put 2 titanium
rods and a real bone between disks, I had 2 drain bulbs, O2, the
lovely, fashionable squeeze stockings, and those things on your legs to prevent
blood clots. I was in NICU for 24-26 hours after surgery. I remember
about 3 people working with me, and running around crazy .Little did I know my
O2 and respiration were nose diving and I was very close to a coma. The
morphine they gave me really did a number on me, headaches were unbearable.
When
I walked from NICU down 2 halls to my room, I was wondering why the staff
at NICU desk were almost applauding.James was there all the time, except to get
something to eat. Bless him He was then, and is now wonderful. He took off last
week, this week and most of next to be with me. God did send him as my
angel. Without him, I have not a clue what I would have done. Your prayers
I
have 12 staples that will come out Wednesday, and doctors want me to build up
walking to 3 miles a day with in a month. Yeah Janice Finley.
Senior Writers
Chief writer: Sharon Bryant
Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet;
Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Buhagiar,
Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Deming, Barb; Doherty,
Maria; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Goodier, Steve; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy
Anne; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean;
Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg;
Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge,
Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob;
Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan;
Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.;
Whirity, Kathy;
Wainland, David; Westerfer,
Clara; White Robert;
Storytime Tapestry Staff
Carol Roach -
Founder/publisher
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Moderator
Clara Westerfer – moderator
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