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People who are so wrapped in their daily chores hardly catch the beauty of a sunny morning. They don't hear the music in a baby's cooing, They just walk on, oblivious to happenings in their surroundings.

Caught up in today's rat race, it is not a wonder that most of us don't see around us..

Life will look much more bearable, and acceptable, if we see the smile or the tear in your neighbour.. but then, how many of us truly get wrapped up in helping a needy soul without having warped minds???

Times are changing so fast in this part of the world. The extended family system has dwindled. No more do we see family visits, or
meetings with several generations.

The ever increasing COL has restricted us from reaching out to help those who beg for a morsel of food..

Will times change?? Will old times be back?? Or will a time come
when we won't even see the most closest to our lives??

ONLY TIME WILL DECIDE!!

Take my hand and I shall lead the way;
tell me all you want to say. I shall
whisper softly in your ear,
all those things u wish to hear. Slowly I began to
kiss ur lips and touch ur skin to
bring out passions deep within. I
Pull u close and hold u near;
take away ur pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night I shall
be a beacon, that shines bright.

“No, I'm not hungry!” He grunted. A few minutes later, while they were having their dinner, the phone rang and before the third ring ended, Faraj picked up the phone, “Hello, can I talk to Sumer, please?” It was Sam’s voice. “Who is calling?” He asked.

“It’s me, Sam”. He said.
“She’s not in”. He growled.
“Oh, Could you please tell her that Sam rang and I’ll try to ring her later. Thanks”. Said Sam, slightly bemused. Faraj put the phone down and adrenaline was pumping through his veins, as the anger raised slowly all round his body.

Sumer suspected that Sam had been on the phone. As Sumer finished eating her dinner, she heard her mobile phone beeping on the table. Her hand jumped up to answer it. “Hi, Sam, I miss you so much!” she answered warmly with a beautiful smile painted on her face.

“Hi, where have you been? Is everything okay? I rang you at home a few minutes ago, but your Dad told me that you weren’t in.” He said worryingly. Sumer felt embarrassed because of her father's behaviour, “I'm at home and haven't been out”. She stated flatly. Despite the fact that she knew her father was listening her conversation with Sam, she bravely continued talking to Sam who was astonished with her frankness, and because he wasn’t interested in going any further with her on this subject, he immediately changed it and asked,

“Honey, listen, there is a great movie showing on in Lifly Valley? It’s a romantic movie, you’ll like it. It starts at 9.30 tonight."

“Sure love" She replied. “Will you come over to pick me up or …? She added with a slight grin, ruffling her red hair.

“Sure no problem, see you in a few minutes” He grinned even more broadly! She then hung up and told her mother that she was going to the cinema with Sam. A short time later, Sumer then took off with Sam on his motorbike to the cinema, dumping her father’s threat. It was a chilly Saturday evening and the clock ticked past 9:00 pm, the curfew time her father had set for her. This actually was one of the strict rules that he imposed on her.

While lighting a cigarette, Natasha sat down on the sofa opposite to her husband, “I want to ask you a question; why don’t you leave my daughter alone? Do you want her to spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital? Or do you want her to kick herself? For God’s sake, what has happened to you? When will you stop acting crazy and begin to treat her gently, carefully and smartly?” she asked him, looking miserably at him.

“I’m not as smart as you!” He gave a scornful laugh.
“Well, it seems as if I’m talking to the wall, but I’m warning you . . . keep out of this or I'll cut you in two!" She stiffened, blood rushed to her face as she rose in anger!
“Huh, are you threatening me?” He laughed, raising his sleepy grey eyes to the roof. “Consider it as you consider it but from now on, I’ll kick you out of the house if you continue to oppose Sumer like this and if you think that she is still one of your gambling games, then you’re definitely gonna be the loser”. She replied sharply, blowing the smoke onto his face.
“Oh, bloody hell! How foolish if you think that you’re frightening me?" His shoulders shook as he raised his wine glass to his mouth and burst into a great roar of laughter!

The fact was that he knew the truth of what his daughter had said. Undoubtedly there was someone who could really stop him. Indeed, he, himself remembered that he was not in his home country; he was in Ireland, where things were different. Natasha, meanwhile, rushed upstairs to find out what happened as she had heard Sumer screaming. She had been so engrossed in the preparation of the dinner in the kitchen. Now, on the way to Sumer’s room, she encountered Faraj on the stairs, “What’s going on?” she asked him sharply, glancing at him. Faraj didn’t answer her and turned his face away from her and went downstairs. However, for many years now, Natasha had not liked his bullying style, especially his bullying against Sumer. The main reason for most of the family's trouble was the conflict between Faraj and Sumer. Faraj always wanted to impose his views on her, such as what kind of clothes she should wear and what time she must be at home and so on. Natasha had often chided him for his rude behavior. Since then, the relationship had deteriorated between them. Natasha, turned to her daughter, “What's going on, honey?” she said, embracing her warmly, looking into her eyes, which were full of tears, “Tell me, what happened?” she repeated dramatically, as her voice grew serious.

“The usual, Mum, he was trying to impose his crazy ideas on me. He was threatening to slaughter me if I didn’t end my relationship with Sam and when I opposed him, and tried to explain, he tried to slap my face". She started to sob, "When I mentioned that I'm gonna to call the Garadai, he just snarled at me and stormed out of the room. Mum, I am, I'm no longer able to endure his behavior, I'm sick of him, even to see his bloody face. He was deadly serious; he has turned my life into a hell”. She declared flatly and tears streamed down her rosy cheeks as she tried to explain her feelings.

“Oh, come on, don’t worry darling ... don’t worry! He’s just a little coward, I know him, don't worry. I promise things will get better. He can't hurt you in this country, the law will protect you". She said, running her hands through her hair. Sumer rolled her eyes, looking anxiously at her mother. “But Mum, what if he tries to kill me, what do I do then? I'm really scared, Mum. Oh God, help me!” She burst into tears again!

“Oh, come on that’s enough, honey. It's not as serious as that, he must be joking and as I told you he wouldn’t be able to hurt a flea! I know him very well; I have shared my life with him for around twenty years, you know. Come on, hon. Leave it now and come with me downstairs, and we'll have something to eat together.” She said with a warm smile, wiping Sumer’s tears away. While she was taking her daughter into the kitchen, Faraj was sitting on the sofa, sipping his favourite drink; watching the news on the telly. The women sat at the kitchen table. Natasha called to Faraj, “Would you like to have your dinner now?”

FRIENDS


There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,

Your laughter,your secrets,your wishes and cares,

Someone who's there through your good times and tears.

Who stays by your side as your friend through the years.

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read,
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down,
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

Most Beautiful Flower

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With it's petals all warn down-not enough rain, or to little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side,
And placed the flower to his nose and declared
with overacted surprise,
"It's smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it; here it's for you!"

Most Beautiful Flower

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time,
That the weed-toting boy could not see, he was blind.

Most Beautiful Flower

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun,
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome" he smiled and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he's had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see,
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know about my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Most Beautiful Flower

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see,
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, & appreciate
every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
And I smiled as I watched that young boy,
another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting man.


~By Cheryl Costello-Forshey~

And now we have read a page in history that just a few years ago would have been considered not only unlikely, but by most accounts, impossible. A president of color with a charm and charisma that we have seen in too few politicians over the past many decades. As I watch and read the many accounts of this young man’s rise to the presidency, there is an interesting coincidence that bears review.

In the history of our country, at every juncture where a person of mixed race or color has had to rise up to achieve greatness, there have always been roadblocks put in their path. Rarely are these easily overcome and only the strongest and most dedicated rise to the occasion. Events of great importance come to mind. Whether you consider Jackie Robinson’s entry into professional baseball, the Tuskegee Airmen’s flying accomplishments during the 2nd World War, Martin Luther Kings winning of the Nobel Peace Prize or the many similar achievements by persons of color, each and every one has been a road of great difficulty and challenge.

Perhaps this is the underlying reason for this man at this time. With our economy in shambles, the image of America so tarnished across the globe, wars that seem to be stalled and no way out, and the trust and faith of the American people so diminished and so untrusting of the very government they have elected … certainly this will be the new presidents impossible challenge. The words of an old neighbor of mine, spoken to a nice young black boyhood friend of mine, “here boy, you so damn smart, let’s see you make this dead crow fly”. It was one of my first experiences of witnessing first hand the very raciest attitudes I would later find were prevalent in my own neighborhood. “Boy, crow” … I had much to learn and the journey has been a long one.

So now, we have elected this dynamic young person of color, as if to challenge him and say “here boy, see if you can make this dead economy fly, and solve a few more complex problems in the mean time … if you dare!”. One thing is for sure; we would have been hard pressed to pick a better man to take on this challenge. All we have to do is look at some of the shots taken at him during his campaign and envy the man that managed to maintain his composure in the face of immense controversy, and still manage to also turn it into a history and civics lesson for us all.

Yes, this fourty-forth president will indeed need to bring that magnum personality to bear on so many of these problems, and no doubt, he’ll do so his own way, in his own style, and if my guess is right … like so many of his race, he’ll find a way to do so with a measured amount of humility, compassion, and leadership that any of us would like to see in our children.

If only John, Bobby, Martin, and my father could have lived to see this day …

Well where do i start, i was born in Saint Lukes Hospital in Kilkenny on the 10-09-1978 which makes me thirty,

i lived in thomastown for 18 years, before i dicided to move to carlow to go to college, i did a 0ne year security course which i could work in the security industry, i got a job in a nightclub in Athy, so i dicided to move there to be closer to work and that.

i would be a person that is caring, kind, generous, and get joy out of helping others, once people i care a bout are happy i am happy.
I like to socialise with friends and meeting new people in the process, and like to make dinner and have a quiet night in in front of the telly with the right person, if you would like to know more for yourself just ask and i will be happy to answer your questions

regards

john

I was given a book on the subject of On line Dating Rules. I began reading, and within a few lines, I realized, I had been doing everything and I mean everything wrong, no wonder I never met "the one" for me. Reading on, it seemed I was a complete failure at on line dating. Too poetic, too romantic, too much information, just too much, it said all that scared men away. Really, are men intimidated by that, who knew! Apparently, I don't smile enough in my photographs, well, I am dramatic, not a smiler, I think, lol. Keep it light and breezy, don't give to much information, don't answer emails too quickly, in fact, wait 24 hours so you, don't seem desperate, never be on line on weekends and holidays, you should be doing something exciting, never kiss before 3 dates, no matter how much you want to, so you don't seem too easy, never call a man, men like to be the hunter.. it went on and on and on with the so called rules.. finally, I put down the book, looking out the window, thinking... then I dropped it in the garbage can...in the end... I must be me.. anything else does not feel right... what do you think?... do we need rules for this , like a video game or just be who we are .....