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A man sitting at a booth, a window seat, held a phone in his hand dial side up. In the other hand he held a calling card. He was trying to read the numbers. He had just hung up the phone, and wanted to call back, but knew that would not be the answer.
Outside the silent wind was blowing a dark gray, dry hot cloud of dust. A small under watered tree planted in the parking lot island was bent over by the force of the wind. Small weak branches fought to hang onto the yellowish brown, greenish leaves violently waving in the wind. Why do they plant trees in places like that? No water! A sea of asphalt ! No way out! A paper cup, and a piece of paper swirled in the wind, and were blown against the bent over tree.
Inside the restaurant he could hear moving background noise. A of sign life. A waitress walked towards him with a menu, and a glass. The man was lost in the silent storm outside, but trapped by the life inside.
“What can I get you to drink?”, she asked?
Startled, the man turned back to background noise, “What! Oh nothing. I don’t need anything to drink.”, he said.
“A menu, Do you need a menu?”, she asked? Placing the menu and glass on the table in front of the man..
“No, nothing! I don’t need anything. A prayer?”, he said. Tears filled his eyes. One drop silently rolled down his rough face, and made a small pool on the menu.
“Prayer!”, she asked?
“Yes, prayer. Request to God. Do you have a prayer?”, he answered.
“No!”, she said, walking away laughing, leaving the glass and menu.
The man let his eyes go back to the phone, and the calling card. He thought, “Twenty-four hours, twenty-four minutes, twenty-four seconds, what difference will it make. None! He had just put more thought in not ordering than she had in ending a marriage. Call back tomorrow! That is all she had to say. Call back tomorrow! I am busy!”
Another tear rolled down his rough face. Now there were two drops on the menu. He used the edge of the card to push the drops together.
The waitress returned, and said, “My mother is here. She is a devout Nazarene. She wants to know what kind of prayer?”.
“An answer to prayer. An answer to my prayer.”, the man said.
“Oh, ok!”, the waitress said. She left the man, and returned just a few seconds later.
“My mother says she will pray for an answer. For an answer to your prayer.”, she said.
“Thank you. Tell your mother thanks!”, the man said.
He put the phone back in the cradle. A tear rolled off his face, joining the first two. Using the edge of the card he made all three one drop, and put the phone card in his shirt pocket. Leaving the life inside, he turned to look out at the silent storm. It was raining now. The wind had stopped. The small under watered dry tree was no longer bent over by the force of the wind, and soaking in much needed water. The empty cup was being filled by run off from one of the leaves, and the piece of paper had collected three drops of rain that had pooled into one drop. The mother thanked God for the power that comes from prayer. The man turned back to the quiet moving living background noise. Leaving the silent storm outside.
The waitress filled the glass with water.
“Menu?”, she asked!
“Yes, thank you.”
Written By: Doug Townsend Fall of 1999.
Outside the silent wind was blowing a dark gray, dry hot cloud of dust. A small under watered tree planted in the parking lot island was bent over by the force of the wind. Small weak branches fought to hang onto the yellowish brown, greenish leaves violently waving in the wind. Why do they plant trees in places like that? No water! A sea of asphalt ! No way out! A paper cup, and a piece of paper swirled in the wind, and were blown against the bent over tree.
Inside the restaurant he could hear moving background noise. A of sign life. A waitress walked towards him with a menu, and a glass. The man was lost in the silent storm outside, but trapped by the life inside.
“What can I get you to drink?”, she asked?
Startled, the man turned back to background noise, “What! Oh nothing. I don’t need anything to drink.”, he said.
“A menu, Do you need a menu?”, she asked? Placing the menu and glass on the table in front of the man..
“No, nothing! I don’t need anything. A prayer?”, he said. Tears filled his eyes. One drop silently rolled down his rough face, and made a small pool on the menu.
“Prayer!”, she asked?
“Yes, prayer. Request to God. Do you have a prayer?”, he answered.
“No!”, she said, walking away laughing, leaving the glass and menu.
The man let his eyes go back to the phone, and the calling card. He thought, “Twenty-four hours, twenty-four minutes, twenty-four seconds, what difference will it make. None! He had just put more thought in not ordering than she had in ending a marriage. Call back tomorrow! That is all she had to say. Call back tomorrow! I am busy!”
Another tear rolled down his rough face. Now there were two drops on the menu. He used the edge of the card to push the drops together.
The waitress returned, and said, “My mother is here. She is a devout Nazarene. She wants to know what kind of prayer?”.
“An answer to prayer. An answer to my prayer.”, the man said.
“Oh, ok!”, the waitress said. She left the man, and returned just a few seconds later.
“My mother says she will pray for an answer. For an answer to your prayer.”, she said.
“Thank you. Tell your mother thanks!”, the man said.
He put the phone back in the cradle. A tear rolled off his face, joining the first two. Using the edge of the card he made all three one drop, and put the phone card in his shirt pocket. Leaving the life inside, he turned to look out at the silent storm. It was raining now. The wind had stopped. The small under watered dry tree was no longer bent over by the force of the wind, and soaking in much needed water. The empty cup was being filled by run off from one of the leaves, and the piece of paper had collected three drops of rain that had pooled into one drop. The mother thanked God for the power that comes from prayer. The man turned back to the quiet moving living background noise. Leaving the silent storm outside.
The waitress filled the glass with water.
“Menu?”, she asked!
“Yes, thank you.”
Written By: Doug Townsend Fall of 1999.
For the Sake of the Sound...
I have had a wonderful summer off - spending time with my lovely "better half" and going fishing & canoeing - but it has now gotten to the point where I must once again return to work and get a little money coming in to pay the bills. It has also gotten to the point where I'm beginning to realize that I miss driving a truck.
The following poem was written by way of explanation to my (ex) wife as to why my chosen profession is more a way of life, than just a way to make a living.
In many ways, I dread going back on the road; The lonely nights far away from loved ones, waking up in a different town or city each day, viewing the world through a windshield, the long hours of driving through all types of weather, etc... But in many ways, these very things are the ones that I feel calling to me in a way that I've never quite been able to express except with the following lines. I hope you enjoy!
For the Sake of the Sound
I’ve left a lot of miles, and a lot of mem’ries
Behind me on the road…
I’ve been up and down and back and forth
In search of the perfect load.
‘Seen some sights that would flat out blind
Most ordinary men.
‘ Seen places I’d like to get back to –
And some I’d rather never even been!
There’s happiness out here. (If you know where to look.)
And sadness. (Sometimes too easily found.)
I’ve seen friendships develop… And marriages fail –
All for the sake of the sound.
The sound? Well, it’s the roar of the engine, the mesh of the gears,
The crackle of a radio call…
It’s the hum of the tires and the deep, easy snore
After a day of givin’ your all.
It’s the tinkle of a spoon in a coffee cup,
The rattle of iced tea in a glass.
It’s the whine of the tranny and the way the jake bellows
As you ease down some steep mountain pass…
It’s the WHUMP! of a tire throwin’ its cap,
(The muttered curse, under your breath.)
It’s the blare of your horn at some Dipstick Fourwheeler
Who just scared you Damn near to death!
It’s the howl of the wind, and the laugh of a waitress –
Somewhere a long way from home…
It’s the easy banter in a truckstop café,
That makes you feel not quite so alone.
It’s rain on the roof of the sleeper,
The whisper of snow coming down –
It’s all of the things you don’t realize you’re hearing
That makes up the most of the sound!
It is… The Honest to God heartbeat of America;
The pulse of traffic thru’ her veins!
And once it gets in your blood, and believe me it will -
You’ll never again be the same
Without the muted rumble of a truck stop in winter,
A corny joke, heard on the C. B. –
Late night talk radio, a million sounds more!
All beckoning to you – And to me…
Now, you can drive this land from coast to coast,
And see everything there is to be found…
And you can give up the road for the sake of your soul –
But you’ll come back… …For the sake of the sound!
Don McCrary
© August, 1994
The following poem was written by way of explanation to my (ex) wife as to why my chosen profession is more a way of life, than just a way to make a living.
In many ways, I dread going back on the road; The lonely nights far away from loved ones, waking up in a different town or city each day, viewing the world through a windshield, the long hours of driving through all types of weather, etc... But in many ways, these very things are the ones that I feel calling to me in a way that I've never quite been able to express except with the following lines. I hope you enjoy!
For the Sake of the Sound
I’ve left a lot of miles, and a lot of mem’ries
Behind me on the road…
I’ve been up and down and back and forth
In search of the perfect load.
‘Seen some sights that would flat out blind
Most ordinary men.
‘ Seen places I’d like to get back to –
And some I’d rather never even been!
There’s happiness out here. (If you know where to look.)
And sadness. (Sometimes too easily found.)
I’ve seen friendships develop… And marriages fail –
All for the sake of the sound.
The sound? Well, it’s the roar of the engine, the mesh of the gears,
The crackle of a radio call…
It’s the hum of the tires and the deep, easy snore
After a day of givin’ your all.
It’s the tinkle of a spoon in a coffee cup,
The rattle of iced tea in a glass.
It’s the whine of the tranny and the way the jake bellows
As you ease down some steep mountain pass…
It’s the WHUMP! of a tire throwin’ its cap,
(The muttered curse, under your breath.)
It’s the blare of your horn at some Dipstick Fourwheeler
Who just scared you Damn near to death!
It’s the howl of the wind, and the laugh of a waitress –
Somewhere a long way from home…
It’s the easy banter in a truckstop café,
That makes you feel not quite so alone.
It’s rain on the roof of the sleeper,
The whisper of snow coming down –
It’s all of the things you don’t realize you’re hearing
That makes up the most of the sound!
It is… The Honest to God heartbeat of America;
The pulse of traffic thru’ her veins!
And once it gets in your blood, and believe me it will -
You’ll never again be the same
Without the muted rumble of a truck stop in winter,
A corny joke, heard on the C. B. –
Late night talk radio, a million sounds more!
All beckoning to you – And to me…
Now, you can drive this land from coast to coast,
And see everything there is to be found…
And you can give up the road for the sake of your soul –
But you’ll come back… …For the sake of the sound!
Don McCrary
© August, 1994
where are all the good woman looking for a honest
i'm spanish 43 yearsold .i'm good looking and i'm here looking for that special person .who would love to be with me and enjoy each other .so we can spend time on those holiday's and special moments.lets see where it will take us. bye
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Character Danger Posture
Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened... ambition inspired... and success achieved. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.... Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure... Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye...
Helen Keller---
Helen Keller---
Girls know how to hurt!
Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep I'm barely holding on! Here I am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one! Borken up deep inside but you won't get to see these tears I cry!
K. C
Quote from a Kelly Clarkson lyric I used it because it seemed to really fit what I am feeling! Girls really know how to hurt and could really care less for someone elses feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K. C
Quote from a Kelly Clarkson lyric I used it because it seemed to really fit what I am feeling! Girls really know how to hurt and could really care less for someone elses feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Picnic Lightning
"My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three." Lolita. It just goes to show you. It doesn't matter what you are doing. When your time is up-- whoosh! from out of the blue...In the meantime...enjoy the picnic!
"What a Loser"!!!
Liz: No Way!!!
Ann: Yes Way, and did you hear he also lost his home, boat & Oh, that beautiful car!
Liz: No Way, he is such a nice guy and it seemed like he was doing so well. You know, John had just bought that duplex and car wash not 2 months ago.
Ann: Really? Well, it's gone now! It's all in foreclosure and he filed bankruptcy again. Isn't this the 2nd time he filed?
Liz: Maybe his 3rd!
Ann: Well, his credit is all screwed up now, I'll bet he can't even get a checking account. His wife left him too. Well can you blame her? How would he support her?
Liz: Especially with her lifestyle, Wow, what is he going to do now? What a Loser!!!
Ann: Ya, What a Loser!!!
(some time later)
Ann: Hay Liz, How have you been?
Liz: Not too bad, Hay have you heard about John?
Ann: Ya, Wow, Who would have thought?
Liz: Ya, Wow, Is there anything He doesn't own?
Ann: I don't think so. Boy, I wish I would have been a lot nicer to him when he was down and out!!
Liz: Ya, me too, I bet his ex wishes she would have too. WOW
Ann: Ya, WOW!!!
Sure John had his problems, He even filed bankruptcy 7 times before becoming one of the richest men in the world. John Paul Getty struggled, but never gave up.
"The measure of a man or woman is Not Where he has Been, but What he has Learned, Where he is Going, and How he Gets There!" flmfmc (Fred)
Ann: Yes Way, and did you hear he also lost his home, boat & Oh, that beautiful car!
Liz: No Way, he is such a nice guy and it seemed like he was doing so well. You know, John had just bought that duplex and car wash not 2 months ago.
Ann: Really? Well, it's gone now! It's all in foreclosure and he filed bankruptcy again. Isn't this the 2nd time he filed?
Liz: Maybe his 3rd!
Ann: Well, his credit is all screwed up now, I'll bet he can't even get a checking account. His wife left him too. Well can you blame her? How would he support her?
Liz: Especially with her lifestyle, Wow, what is he going to do now? What a Loser!!!
Ann: Ya, What a Loser!!!
(some time later)
Ann: Hay Liz, How have you been?
Liz: Not too bad, Hay have you heard about John?
Ann: Ya, Wow, Who would have thought?
Liz: Ya, Wow, Is there anything He doesn't own?
Ann: I don't think so. Boy, I wish I would have been a lot nicer to him when he was down and out!!
Liz: Ya, me too, I bet his ex wishes she would have too. WOW
Ann: Ya, WOW!!!
Sure John had his problems, He even filed bankruptcy 7 times before becoming one of the richest men in the world. John Paul Getty struggled, but never gave up.
"The measure of a man or woman is Not Where he has Been, but What he has Learned, Where he is Going, and How he Gets There!" flmfmc (Fred)
I hate chain latters
I keep getting chain letters in my yahoo inbox.
They say chain lettrs may conatained viruses.
Does anyone know how can I get rid of them?
They say chain lettrs may conatained viruses.
Does anyone know how can I get rid of them?
Only ask me this... do you love me?
I want you to know that I do know what you need, even when I cannot give it to you.
My own limitations will impede my performance, but I know that my greatest contribution to your life will be to help you love yourself to think better and more gently of yourself.
To accept your own limitations more peacefully in the perspective of your whole person.
To give you all you need would require a wholeness in me that I do not have.
I cannot come through for you always as you need me.
But I can promise you this much, I will try.
I will try always to reflect to you your unique value and worth.
I will try to be a mirror to your beauty and goodness.
I will try to read your heart and not your lips.
I will always try to understand you rather than judge you.
I will never demand that you meet my expectations as the price of admission to my heart.
So do not ask me why I love you.
Such a question could invite only the response of conditional love.
I do not love you because you look a certain way, or do certain things, or practice certain values.
Only ask me this... do you love me?
And I can always answer yes, oh Yes!...
My own limitations will impede my performance, but I know that my greatest contribution to your life will be to help you love yourself to think better and more gently of yourself.
To accept your own limitations more peacefully in the perspective of your whole person.
To give you all you need would require a wholeness in me that I do not have.
I cannot come through for you always as you need me.
But I can promise you this much, I will try.
I will try always to reflect to you your unique value and worth.
I will try to be a mirror to your beauty and goodness.
I will try to read your heart and not your lips.
I will always try to understand you rather than judge you.
I will never demand that you meet my expectations as the price of admission to my heart.
So do not ask me why I love you.
Such a question could invite only the response of conditional love.
I do not love you because you look a certain way, or do certain things, or practice certain values.
Only ask me this... do you love me?
And I can always answer yes, oh Yes!...
Feelings
When we met
I never knew
That I would end up
loving you
My feelings took me
by surprise
The first day I looked
into your eyes
I tried hard to control
what I feel
I tell you that
It's no big deal
But I can't lie
to you any longer
My feelings for you
are getting stronger
Please tell me that
one day you'll be mine
If it's what you need
I'll give you time
My heart is all
torn up inside
My feelings I'll
no longer hide
I'm sorry to put
this pressure on you
I just don't really
know what to do!
I never knew
That I would end up
loving you
My feelings took me
by surprise
The first day I looked
into your eyes
I tried hard to control
what I feel
I tell you that
It's no big deal
But I can't lie
to you any longer
My feelings for you
are getting stronger
Please tell me that
one day you'll be mine
If it's what you need
I'll give you time
My heart is all
torn up inside
My feelings I'll
no longer hide
I'm sorry to put
this pressure on you
I just don't really
know what to do!
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