Reflections on the Surface of a Toe Nail

Reflections on the Surface of a Toe Nail

Chapter 5

     The Story The Authors
Catchy?? Not the ryhme, the mountains, and crystals. Our gift of life "Mother Earth." I have been learning to appreciate it. It is one-one is all-all is it! Imagine that...Really!...what did you conclude??? Me? Lets see..EARTH! So...It equals Earth. It will take me about two hours to get there. How long to appreciate it? See ya in our next world! There is something so mysterious about the mountains, every second, day and night. Its like a neverending fantasy. Seems like a live a feww of those. Breathtaking beauty. The higher the better. Altitude! Altitude! Mountain tops touching clouds. The air is so clean. If your a quiet watcher you will see all the beauty the mountains hold and you will hold it dear to your heart, through all your mortal life. Streams fascinate me. I sit and listen, SEE...I can actually hear drums. Try to figure that one out. Either way I drink in the mysterious beauty it holds. It makes me beautiful. I figure I am very lucky to be beautiful. INSIDE and OUT! It's raining again. We need it so bad. It's a wonderful day. Mountains, soulmate, and I. We will be ONE today! Can you SEE?? Tj Do es anyone want to follow?? teresa107@juno. com
Helping tools are very nice to have to make through each day. My days seem to be harder as life goes through its fazes. scary huh! Everyone in such a damn hurry, impatient and foremost so damn rude. Even myself sometimes. Someone very special told me once to "Pray Constantly", it was hard a first, but now it comes naturally to me. I don't know why I had to be a late bloomer. Really, I do now. It happened on December 16, 1996. It's so good, it might as well had been a story....I was running with the wrong crowd. That should explain half the story the story leading up to this. I used to say to God "If I am doing anything wrong just slap me in the face"...That night in December I hit a Tree doing exceesives speed of almost 100 miles per hour. I was wearing my seat belt(SUPRISE) I never wore it. I shattered the whole left side of my face. I had no nose. I rememeber every thing like it was a moment ago. The realizations that I was going to wreck. My kids, the guilt, shame...I was screaming for GOD. I thought I was dead. Woke up in the hospital,I'm alive, Doctors--my face--I'm lucky---MY FACE-- ALIVE---Face... I proceeded to go through with surgery. A new face..Not very pretty. I started to appreciate-little things. Used to be very beautiful, I mean exceptionaly! This story's short and to the point. Went through another surgery and I am beautiful again, what you'd consider a knockout, BUT now I am beautiful INSIDE AND OUT TWO YEARS LATER!!!!I'll be thirty two in January, the 22nd. I thank God for holding me in the palms of his hands, I've been a difficult student. I'm an Aquarius, AND its rough. I am more intuned what to what is going on with me than I ever thought possible. And as for all of you, WOW. Totally mind blowing. Thats why I going to the mountains. I'm going to appreciate everything and everyone no matter what. Time for a soul cleansing. BYE FOR NOW. I will be back in later hours of day or a new day.... Tj teresa107@juno.com
"All I asked was did you want butter with your popcorn, Lady. I didn't want you life story.", said the kid behind the counter. Grandpa Hoyts
"But I didn't ask for popcorn," the woman said in a vague manner before walking away. "Boy you sure do get some wierd ones in here," said the kid to his buddy. The blonde kid just nodded. Danielle Baillie
He turned out the aisle and made his way for the street in front of the theatre, where he and his buddy had just finished watching "Terminator" for the umpteenth time. A wad of gum was stuck to the ball of his right sneaker making his foot generate squelching sound effects with each step he took. He plucked a lollipop stick from the sidewalk and bent down to scrape the muck off his shoe and heard a garbled, choking sound just above him as his best friend in the whole world took a bullet in the throat. "Holy shit!" the kid gasped as he scrambled on the filthy sidewalk to take shelter behind some trash cans that were full to overflowing with the refuse of another day's accumulated refuse. (How long could the city keep from bargaining with the striking trash colloctors, anyway?) He lay still as a possum on a hot summer day in Arkansas and cried silently for his fallen friend. Suddenly, a whisper of a footstep sneaking up ythe street tickled at his right ear... djd


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