Lost In The ECHO…

Lost In The ECHO

I’ve met quite a few people in my Life so far.

I’ve seen them doing what they HAD to and or working in the Direction they found themselves in.

Life Happens While We’re Making Plans…

This is so true.

As in so many a Film, some of the Characters NEVER sets out at being Horrible, Bad or Worse than what they intended to be.

This is as true for the rest of us as well;

The many a person I’ve Seen working in the One or Other direction,

They’re not doing what they LOVE to do,

SEEING that some of the Times your Passion doesn’t Pay!

This is also a Part of Life as all of us Knows very well…

We’ve ALL got bills to pay and there’s no getting around this one.

Thus,

OUR Dreams and Passions are Lost in the Echoes of life…

You’d Always dream of them,

IF they’re really as Strong as you Think them to be.

ONLY seeing if this is true,

When you can Earn a Greater Salary in the Current position you’re in now.

This is the Reason it’s so CURIOUS,

Those people around You,

Who do not Compromise in what they Reach out for,

They may NEVER reach there,

But if they’re Willing to constantly WORK at reaching their Own dreams,

Why it’s so easy for SO many to ask questions of them.

When it’s SO Many who do not Follow their own Dreams and Desires,

Understandable why that is,

BUT – it’s always SO Easy to do this,

Not supporting, but Thinking another’s life/plans/ideas/work

Is Vain and CANNOT bear any fruit.

One thing,

OUR Success and Goals all Differ.

YES,

O T H E R S may Never reach there.

But it’s the Journey and the Goal at Reaching there that’s still in the

Mind’s Eye…

The Dreams, Possibilities and Hope that’s still in the Heart…

Technology

Glued to the Technology!

I’ve changed some time ago, the Day in the Week I’d enjoy Movies at the Cinema.

This has worked out BRILLIANTLY for me.

To say the least, the COST is a little bit more – but then there’s SO few people in General that this isn’t TOO much of a bother to me…

The POINT system they’ve got, doubles as well;

But then, MOSTLY I do not use the Free Tickets I get with the accumulation of this…

After Finishing one of the Movies the other Night,

I cannot remember what Time I drove home after the Conclusion of the Film;

But what I could clearly remember was that it was Already Dark outside.

Driving Home, truning off at one of the INTERSECTIONS,

I saw two people by the Side of the Road, waiting for some Transportation.

That wasn’t anything weird and NOT after Dark as well…

BUT, what I did see and what we MIGHT regularly see;

Both the man and woman had their Cellphones in-hand,

Waiting there to see IF a taxi would Pop around to their Location coming to Pick them up.

That’s the thing,

We’ve HEARD and seen a few times… over and over…

A Greater amount of People are Glued to their TECHNOLOGY!

YEAH,

Glued to their Cellphones,

Their Tablets,

Or whichever other Handle-held Device which Connect them to the NET.

The reason I thought this was a LITTLE worrying,

They cared more to SEE what they might miss

OR

What was happening;

While they stood there, waiting for the Ride, getting them back Home…

Safety has TOTALLY blown out of the window!

People are SO involved in their Devices,

There’s so MUCH they’re Missing along the way!

It can be a good thing to have the INFO at hand,

It can be a Really Good Platform from which to Engage with Others,

Which would have been IMPOSSIBLE a few years before…

I GET that.

BUT then it’s become an unnecessary item as SO Many people use them when it’s not

really That safe for them to do so…

Talking on the Phone in the car,

The WORST, texting in the car!

When and Where it’s safe,

By all mean do what you will…

But then,

When the S… hits the fan, You Might Not be HERE anymore;

Then it’s TOO Late in doing it safer.

STILL,

I know for a Fact,

Most people would do what they will,

No matter the Situation.

We can BUT only Hope they’d learn,

Sooner than Later,

Before something horrible happens to them…

Technology can Always help us,

But there’s ALWAYS the other side of the Equation.

In Time & Out of Money…

In Time           

             I’ve watched a Cool Movie some time ago.

The Premise of it was Pretty Cool as well.

At some point in the Future we work and do what we have to,

Earning TIME itself.

            Everyone has an Clock on their arm and it runs down from the Age of 25.

THUS, some people live very long – seeing they’re Rich &

Others Clock-Out when their Clocks runs out to ZERO…

 

            That was a Pretty Cool idea how Money had changed to Time and if you’d have enough,

You could be Living for as LONG as you had Time on your Clock.

 

            Then this Thought hit me;

While I’ve paid for the Various aspects of Editing and such on my Book,

I’ve also looked at Various ways in which to Advertise and Reach more People.

            THUS,

Thinking about the Cost and Money needed to do what I want,

I also Thought about the Idea of this,

How easy it would be for US to go THAT way,

If You’re life-span was Calculated Directly against what kind of Money You had.

 

            This is as well, an ISSUE for Many People,

Looking at the Various things Many of us have to do,

Need or even Want to do for the Kids or Your Significant Other…

What you Need to do, keeping the Car running &

So much more…

 

            Then comes the Situation,

You’ve got a Household,

You’ve got accounts and there’s two cars maybe;

Not to even MENTION that there’s different Medical Aid additions to be paid…

            The cost of Living,

Eating and as we’re ALL running Far too hard and much,

Relaxing…

JUST so THAT we’d DO it ALL again!

 

            With ALL of this that’s need to be Paid,

What IF your Life was really Calculated within the Money You’ve got in you Pocket,

AND so, Your Bank Account…

            That Feeling of Dread,

When you KNOW you’ve got things to do,

But there’s just NO Money in getting through to that…

            That Fearful Feeling of NOT KNOWING,

Where or When You’d get the Money to Pay for what You’d need…

When that Fear Grips Your Heart,

That’s NOT one of the Best Feelings in the world.

 

            There Had been so Many people not able to continue,

Without having the Money to Pay…

 

            BUT Then,

The day it comes; MAYBE,

The same as in the Movie – In Time,

When that Day does Arrive, we’ll be Really looking at your Money,

Seeing who would be Living Longer or NOT,

By then I hope I’d have Died of OLD Age…

 

            As much as THINGS change,

Some Aspects of the Past just Swings around,

Being used in a Different Manner or Form.

Money

Our Son…

CHRISTMAS ISN’T always the best of holiday seasons for everybody. This was one of the problems facing Steven. He drove home for a few days over the holiday. There wasn’t any other family he could visit with, so he was stuck with them.

Why haven’t you gotten together with a young nice woman by now?’ He heard his annoying mother ask, many times before, hearing it whenever he walked through the door—this without even a hello first…

Just like the other things she would say. His Jeep was nice, though not new, but he enjoyed the ride—‘You know that you should buy yourself one of those nice black ones. Martha told me that her son bought one and only a month later, he got married!

As he drove up to the turnpike, he knew that there was no way he could choose not to go through with it now. He just had to go home…

You don’t call so much anymore dear. Why is that?’ she would ask the third question, he remembered from last visit.

Because…I moved a thousand miles away from you, so I can get some peace and quiet! Everyone’s so damn scared of telling you, what you should have heard a long time ago!’ He thought of telling her once, but like the rest of them, he too, backed down from telling her.

As a matter of fact, the ‘pot’ on the one who would tell her straight, was almost five thousand dollars this Christmas. Everyone knew that none of them would ever tell her, without her crumbling reaction.

The last two hundred miles to go, lay before him. There was only one place he always frequented on his way home. Here, he would be swallowed up by the past, hiding there for as long as he could, holding onto his sanity—a small motel which served the best steak he’d  ever tried. Then just as the sun would rise, he would literally sit on the roof or the platform in the biggest tree closest to his room, looking at the mist and the sun. He could sit and see just how long it took for the sun to breakthrough…a true sight to behold. A certain kind of peace existed there that he could enjoy. The fact he owned the place, for the last five years was also a big factor in feeling good about the place.

Fortunately, this was something none of his family would ever know about.

Two days of hiding out there and he took off again.

The last part of this visit would probably  drive him crazy. Crazy Uncle Pete would also be there—‘John, why don’t you ever come visit me, your own father?’ Old Pete would always give him such trouble throughout the visit, mistaking him for Pete’s dead son.

Luckily for him, they decided not to let Uncle Pete stay over more than one day this time. “At least that’s  what they said last year. I just hope that they’d keep to their plan.” he said softly and kept a close eye on the road; “I have a funny feeling that this year…is going to be a hilarious one.” Steven smiled broadly, driving along the mountainous road.

There was nothing like being back in the country. He could see the clear blue sky and remember all the things they’d gotten up to as children. “We were in such trouble…most of the time.” Flashing his last smile, before the rest of the welcoming committee got ahold of him.

I really don’t see why the doctors cannot help you with your infertility or whatever it is. These days, they can do anything! Why can’t they get your sperm up to speed, keeping one of those women happy?’ They all would start to talk about the most ‘interesting’ subjects of the entire holiday out in the open, of all places.

“Bless all my children and then also in particular poor Steven,” Mom would pray for him, while everyone else would pray for her to stop. “We really hope that you will give him the opportunity to meet a woman who would be good to him, seeing that he’s impotent because of the motorcycle accident; at eight years old. He’s a good man and would love not to be alone for the rest of his life…amen.”

Right about then, Steven would reach his limit. He would make every kind of plan to get himself out of the local picnic. The plan that would work? The Annual Town Festival. Mother would always look there, seeing if she could hook me up with a woman. No matter if I could have children or not! Steven fought back tears of anger. “This holiday, is going to be one for the books!”

 

~****~

 

AT MIDDAY, Steven drove through the open gates, there were a few horses running and he saw a few new ones he didn’t recognize. The sun was baking down on the valley and with the rain of the weekend, the plants and animals looked alive.

The farm looked more brilliant than what he’d seen it in such a long time.

“He’s here!” Melanie, Steven’s younger sister shouted from the foyer.

“At least there is someone here now, that Mom can really sink her teeth into!” Bob his oldest brother shouted, only loud enough so that his mother Emily wouldn’t hear.

“You two are terrible, we’ve been interrogated more that you have. So, I need to thank my little brother for arriving at last!” Veronica stopped by the door before either of them got to it.

They heard the Jeep pull up and then they waited in great anticipation…

“Maybe he decided to bring a woman along this time; there might be someone to help—” Melanie wanted to say; but then felt Emily grab a hold of her.

“Do you know something, that the rest of us don’t know about?” Emily asked.

“I just hoped that we might meet the last woman he was on a date with; you know like that eccentric artistic woman…the poet or something?” She blurted out as if covering for something.

They stood there, each with their own plan in mind. None of them were ever as good a mark for her barbs and criticism as Steven was. For one thing, nothing that any one doctor could have told him; would have helped him to have children.

None of them had their insecurities discussed, throughout the town’s region like he had. They desperately needed her off their backs and so, the best possible way to do that…Steven being there. Then the doorbell rang. Every one of them jumped, seeing that none of them had been paying attention as he walked up to the front door.

“Well, is anyone going to open the door?” Emily, as anxious as the rest, asked the other three siblings.

They all just stared at her.

“Isn’t it your house…?” Melanie asked, when the door bell rang again.

Then Andrew came out of his study and glared at the four in the foyer. “Open the damn door!” he shouted, looking really annoyed with them.

Emily opened the door at last and studied her youngest son.

Steven indeed looked different with the beard going, though it wasn’t a full beard. He stood there in a pair of brown slacks and a white shirt with a black jacket on. His hair had been growing for some time and he appeared to look healthier than any other time she’d seen him.

“Well, hello stranger!” Emily shouted and walked out, grabbing him for a hug with her eyes closed. Most likely, she was praying that he would sometime soon bring home a woman, so she could start to plan her youngest son’s wedding.

She stood back as every one of them in succession, came forward to greet him. They walked into the house; only then realizing he was still standing outside on the steps.

“What’s wrong Steven?” Emily asked, walking back toward the front door.

“Well, I really don’t know how I should say this—there’s something…” he faltered, “I know that you don’t—I know none of you would figure this one out and so…”  He didn’t seem to be making any kind of sense. He then smiled very broadly and stepped to the side.

There she stood, a little girl who hid in the shadow of her father. She looked shorter than him, but then considering the fact that she was only ten it was an acceptable height. She seemed well dressed and had pitch black hair, like he did. She also had his eyes and probably the beauty of her mother…

Everyone stood there, motionless, not one could say a word. They had no idea what was going on. They all gaped at the child.

“Hello, who might you be?” Andrew asked, coming out first, to see what was going on.

Steven moved back to her, taking her hand and walking toward the group. Knowing that his father would be the first to greet her. “She’s your granddaughter.”

“Yes, I can see the resemblance. So then, I’m your grandfather…and it’s mighty nice to meet you. But then, what name goes with this beautiful young woman I see you are?” he asked her, getting her to smile at the same time.

“My name is Samantha, Sam for short,” she answered, not seeming to be the least bit worried about any of them. Steven did tell her they’d be blown away by her and of how they were a little crazy too.

“Well then, you and your father come in and let’s get the two of you settled!” Andrew said, getting the wheels rolling.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the rest of the family moved forward to greet them. All the aunts and uncles and the rest of the siblings were friendly and excited. There seemed to be only one other in the room who even remotely looked to be her age, but then, the almost ten year old ended up being a boy.

While Andrew walked Sam into the big house, the rest got a hold of Steven.

“What the hell is going on? Aren’t you gay?” His mother asked him, seeing that Sam was well out of earshot.

“What do you mean… gay?” he asked, feeling stunned.

“Do you really think that I’ve been telling those women in town how my boy can’t have children and most of them came out with the gay thing all on their own,” she explained

“Yes…rather than telling them that I’m perfectly straight. No, you just had to change what was wrong with me to suit what you wanted. No wonder in the last eight years, none of those women ever called me back!” he exclaimed.

“You mean to tell me, you would have dated anyone of them? If so, just maybe I would have known about her a while ago?” Emily asked, looking flabbergasted.

The rest just stood there and listened to what was said, not really sure where this new spunk in Steven now came from.

“Have you ever stopped and listened to yourself? Have you got any idea what’s been going on around you?” he asked her, looking very calm and content.

“I really don’t know what you’re going on about? What has gotten into you?” she asked, while walking away.

The rest stared at her and then back at him, not one of them wanted to get into it there and then, but curiosity would always kill the cat eventually.

Steven walked out of the house to get the luggage and knew they would follow. With enough hands there, he roped them into helping to get the Jeep offloaded.

“How long have you known about her?” Melanie asked.

“To be honest with you, only a week,” he answered, once again, blowing them out of the water.

“Are you sure that she’s yours?” Veronica asked. “You know, women usually know who the father of their child is, but when they see a man good enough, they might claim almost anything!” She had to get it out.

“The DNA test confirms it, as well as the paperwork the Welfare had of her mother. On it, she wrote my name as the father…That’s enough for me,” he defended with little worry.

“So you’re—a father after all?” Bob asked, smiling.

“There once was a hole in my soul, well maybe it’s still there—but now, she’s here and it feels good,” Steven explained, smiling all the way back into the house.

 

~****~

 

IN THE study, Sam stood by the window, looking outside.

Andrew walked in. “You really don’t have to worry; I know my son. I can see that he’s really happy that you’re here.”

“I’m still getting use to the idea, but I do think that his mother was completely blown out of her comfort zone. I had the feeling that this holiday would be a strenuous one…” She told him.

“Don’t worry too much, before you get to the end of the holiday, you’ll see that she will have come around already.”

The two of them then stood quietly at the window.

Just then, her three aunts walked into the room and stared at the pair.

“Grandpa,” Alice spoke up happily, “We need to speak with her, could you give us some time?”

“You see what I told you?” He gave her a wink.

“Hello, how are you?” one of them asked.

“I’m good and how about you?”

“We’re very happy that you are here….” Melanie volunteered, as each of them moved closer to her, hugging her one by one.

This got the tears rolling and they sat down, having long hearty girl talk. When night drew closer, they came out of the room, brining the lunch-tray with them. Earlier, Steven had very carefully walked in there to serve them the midday meal.

 

~****~

 

THE DAY before Christmas, neither Emily nor Steven had spoken to each other, both of them wasn’t about to give up on their position and not about to say sorry for their beliefs either.

“Why are they so angry at each other?” Sam asked.

Everyone stared at her. It was highly possible all of them weren’t really sure if the family was ready for a person who spoke the absolute truth or asked honest questions.

“What did your father tell you about Grandma?” Melanie asked her. Although the rest of them probably didn’t want this conversation to even happen…none of them stopped it either.

“He told me every one of you made fun of him, because he couldn’t have children,” she repeated his words, her very presence disputing this fact. “That’s why I’m his resident miracle. The best doctors told him, there was a one in a million chance that he would ever become a father…Then, about how his mother would be shocked, mostly at how he wasn’t going to take any trouble from anyone unnecessarily, because he intends to protect me.” Her tone then became uncertain, “I think—it’s only now that she realizes he’s as strong willed as she is. Only thing is, I’m the one who instigated everything. That’s maybe the reason why she doesn’t want either of us here now.”

Without anyone knowing, Emily stood in the doorway with Steven just behind her.

Everyone saw this, feeling more than just a little bit wary of what was to come. They cleared the kitchen.

Sam blinked her eyes at their sudden, abrupt departure as if they’d seen a ghost or something. She turned around and saw the two of them in the doorway.

“I know that I don’t have a lot time left, so if you want to come for a wee bit of a chat with me—that is if you don’t mind?” Emily asked her, looking at Steven. She then turned and walked away.

“Are you mad at me?” Sam asked Steven.

“Honey, I can’t be mad at you when you want to understand what you see. But if you don’t go speak to her and listen, giving her a chance at least, that wouldn’t be nice. We’ll talk later, not to worry.”

For her, not ever knowing him before this, getting her first hug from her father here and now was the best medicine any doctor could have prescribed . She was in his arms within a flash and held on to him with all her might.

They stood there for some time…

“Now, go to Grandma and be nice, I know you don’t know her that well, but if you give her a chance you’ll see it could be worth your while,” he told her.

“Is it worthwhile for you?”

“Everything up until now was great, very much including you for a definite fact.” He grinned and let her go, finding that it would become one of the hardest things he would have ever to do on a daily basis.

Sam walked to the big lounge and saw Emily sitting by the fire. “May I come—?”

“Yes, please dear.”

Carefully and feeling unsure, Sam went into the big room, heading to the big chair and sat on it.

Luckily, she didn’t have to get the conversation going, as soon as she sat down, Emily started to speak, “You know Steven will be a good father to you, he’s not like me, only when he gets really upset does he show it, I realized just recently. But you must understand that no one here hates you, nor would we ever dream of it or to not have you here for any holiday. I just didn’t know what was happening when I saw you and him standing outside the house like that. I was immediately unsure of what was going on. You must have felt the same way when you first met him and you were probably dumbstruck by the event, like the rest of were at seeing you for the first time?”

“That’s true, I think the only person who was really happy about the news from step one was…Daddy,” she agreed, happy with the thought and the sound the word made over her lips.

“Tell me just how it was that you and Steven’s paths crossed in the end?”

“Didn’t my father tell you anything about me before this?”

“We didn’t really talk about you, he spoke to me about how I’m reacting toward the rest and how I should focus on my own life, leaving the rest to live theirs,” she answered, as if hoping that sharing this would help Sam to open up as well.

For some time, they both stared into the fire with nothing said.

“My mother was involved in a car accident. I was at school when the news came to me. The Headmaster had to give me the news, we didn’t know of anyone else who would be there for me…” Her voice faded away as she paused.

With this, Emily reached over and took a hold of Sam’s hand as they sat there in the lingering night.

Sam finally spoke again, “When the Welfare came to my other Grandparents…They didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Mom didn’t know if my dad ever wanted to have children, she was the first and last woman he ever brought here, I later found out from him. This is where their plans died as well. Not even he knows that she wanted to marry him; but now it’s all in the past…”

Another long silence stretched out in the room.

“…Finally, they tracked him down. I guess because he was only now and then, in the city. He was there on business when they found him. He told them that it would be great, but there was one big problem…so they got the both of us to have that DNA test and when it was a match, only then did they let us meet. They didn’t want to give either one of us any false hope…” Her voice trailed off again.

“From what I hear, you and I have something in common. I had the same situation only by then I was in college. Unfortunately for me, my father was in jail and that was why I never knew him. But now, you’re with us and everything will be better.” Emily nodded her head and sat there in silence, having only herself to deal with as she realized her obsessive personality was the reason for a great many problems in her own life. Before she could think too much, Sam had gotten up and got on the chair with her.

Sitting in this fashion, it took some time until Sam fell asleep.

Steven came in a little later to get her and carried her to bed.

The next few days were better and the family had a great time. Like any other family, they had some issues to work out. Luckily, there was time.

This time around…Everyone eagerly waited for Christmas day.

 

~****~

 

“YOU BETTER call us as soon as you two get back in the City; I’m going to worry myself sick until I get that call,” Emily whined. “Oh, before I forget, here is something for the road.” She handed them lunch and smiled very happily at Sam.

“Thank you Grandma, bye Grandpa…bye-bye!” Sam shouted, not giving Steven a chance to get something in.

“I gather you enjoyed it?” He just had to ask.

“It…was okay…” she taunted him.

He looked over at her.

Sam burst out laughing.

“I can’t believe it, just like your mother—” he halted.

“Please, what about her? I got you good, so don’t worry. If you need help, just call anyone of them.”

“She used to tease me in that same way,” he said, the strength in his voice dissipating, “You remind me so much of her—it’s good,” he said, waving at the family while he drove away.

Later down the road…

“You told me there was something that you wanted to show me, depending how good or bad it went back there,” Sam reminded him.

“You’re right. Just give me another hour or so, and then I’ll tell you everything,” he teased.

“You can’t make me wait for so long, come on D…A…D what is it?” she nagged him in the same funny whiny way as her late mother did.

“You really want to know?” he asked her.

“You bet!”

He got off the road and drove into the parking lot of the motel they visited before they headed along the last stretch home.

She jumped out of the Jeep and saw that he stared intently at the Inn. “I don’t suppose this is where you and she, conceived—me?”

“No, but then we did stay here a few times. Not one of those times did we ever get to the farm though,” he noted, laughing now.

“You two should have gotten together!” she cried and fell on her knees to the ground.

Steven felt stunned as he jumped out immediately and knelt in front of her. “She gave me everything that I ever could want. I’ll still be able to love her, because you are here with me now. I can also love you as well. Now, let’s get a little closer,” he urged and pulled her up.

With drying tears, she walked along with him, not in the least bit sure what’s she was in for. Then she noticed the sign…Sam’s Rest Inn.

“She wanted to own this place, so the day I heard that the couple wanted to sell, I came down and bought the motel, then converted it into an inn. The only question is,” he paused and looked at her.

“Yes, I know. You want to come back here! Yes off course, I would love to live in an inn!” she shouted at him and jumped into the strong arms of her dad.

They stood outside with her shouting and him spinning around in a full circle, swinging her with him—They’d been so loud that the elderly couple managing the place came out to see what the commotion was.

At the sight of the two, they also stood hand in hand, smiling at father and daughter

.OUR Son

Your PATH 2 Destiny/Life/Future/Possibilities…

          Like the Fleedwood Mac song;

With that Cool Rendition of Lizzie for the Film; Safe Haven–

Go Your Own Way…

          I’ve in my Life seen so Many people how Either wanted to do, What Other’s require of them AND then there’s those who are Fearful of walking their OWN Path, toward their OWN

Destiny…

          For the LONGEST time in our Lives, no matter when or where or how you’re Born;
Want to Live or Exist or Enjoy life More or Better than you’d done Before.
Aiming at something more…

          This isn’t to say that You should be Looking only to Untold RICHES,
It could be just be Following the Career which Lies the CLOSEST to your Heart!
It could even be a Once in a Life-Time Opportunity to Experience…

          That said,
If you’re NOT willing to Step out into the Oncoming Traffic of Life,
You’d NEVER know just how Hard it could be in Reaching there…

          AS well,
We’re all our own Worst Enemies or Critiques,
Seeing that WHO Else out there Gauge their Lives against their Dreams…

          You still need be Reaching there,
You can Still be Walking the very same Path until you’re OLD and Grey;
The only Difference MIGHT be, did you Do Everything 100%, Reaching there…

          If you look at OTHERS,
Having either MORE luck or the Opportunity,
You’d Easily and FAST; fall of Your own Band-wagon in Reaching Your Dreams…

          There’s ONLY one of YOU;
There MAY be a few more People wanting and willing to Do the very same thing as you Dream of doing; BUT, you are the ONLY one who can accomplish your Goals in YOUR way.

          In reaching your Dreams;
Walking Your path, you may find Resistance through Life, People, Turning Events & Such;
THUS, it will Only now be, when You’re walking the Path – if this Is Really for you!

          No one said it would be easy,
So, working through Those various Issues and Dealing with what my come Across your way while You’re Reaching for that Dream, May build You stronger for what Lies Ahead…

          We’ve ALL got a Purpose,
YES, few find what that is, Even Fewer are willing to Go all out in getting there,
Just ask Yourself, if you do not do this; Will you be Happy living the Life you are.

          Seeing that not Reaching there,
That’s not the worst thing that Can happen – You’ve TRIED at least;
The worst is, Being Far Too Scared To Even Try… Failure just make us Plan Differently!

          PATH

          There’s a thought out there;
If you’ve been BLESSED with some Better, Greater Need to Fulfill in Your life…
What gives You the RIGHT to Shy away from it, Showing OTHER the Possibility…?

Sparkle…

Flash_of_Happiness

That Sparkle…

At my RIPE old age of 39, I tend NOT to think, landing a Date would be as Easy as many a Person around me might find it for them.
YES,
Not Married,
No Children and
Currently single as You’d suspect.

I’m NOT on the prowl to find that Woman/Younger Lady – but then I’d not forever either want to be on my own either…

Thus, the other day I walked into one of the SHOPS to buy a few DVD’s.
When you LEAST expect it, You meet someone that make you Believe or Hope things will turn around in Short Due Time.

Chatting with the Young Lady, I found that there’s a Great many movies and Ideas, Thoughts and Interests which we Share.
From the very Moment I didn’t believe she’d be Single, but the Chat was nice.

Going on and talking about a few Movies and Books which been Turned into Film,
As well what kind of Music was Nice for her To listen to was really nice.

She had this KIND of Goth vibe.
It wasn’t REALLY to have the Look, but then She did Catch my Eye!

Now the Ironic Situation,
She looked a LITTLE Young and I was FAR too afraid of
BREAKING the LAW
If she was… being a Saturday, a 16 Year Old can work…

Buying a DVD for much Less than I suspected,
It wasn’t in the LEAST what I’d expected from the Cover and what I read on the Rear…
Still I struggled through the Movie.

Going around there the next week, seeing if she worked and Found when I’d chat with her.
NOW Then, I wasn’t in the least Interested;
As My Instincts weren’t FAR Off…
HENCE the next day,
A normal working Day I saw her.

Telling her about the Movie and that it was Somewhat of a Struggle to Finish.
I Immediately picked up that she didn’t react the Same;
Happy,
Energetically,
Talkative,
Friendly,
Cool chick I’d met the days before.

When I’d met her the FIRST time, I found that she Stood really Close to me and Each time she had something to do,
Made her way Back to me fast…
Shockingly so – But then I do know that at WORK you’ll have to make sure the Clients are taken care of…
So I was under NO misconception, it was her Work.

THIS Time the Cold Shoulder was Extremely Evident.
Not that this Worried me so much,
THAT feeling when you See the Possibility within the Sparkle was really Nice to ENJOY,
Even though it was only But a few Moments…

I found that she’s the Youngest and that she’s 22,
WHICH, at my Age and what I Know and would Like in a Woman;
She may not be…
But then, Just once more Seeing the Possibility &
Knowing that when the Time is there;
Anything is Possible!

THAT SAID,
Helping out on the OTHER floor, at MY work later,
Yet again,
A Young Lady walked onto the Floor,
Looking for a Car and I helped her out as Much as I could.
Here and there I saw that she Felt a Little Self-Conscious about Her Upper-Lip.
Not happy with the Mole-like growth there or something,
Again we Chatted and I suspect she didn’t Expect me to help her out,
Not that ANYTHING materialized there,
But I found out She’s a Nurse,
So, At least she’s Older than what I thought,
Also Nice on the Eye;
But then – as with the One other Younger Lady, not so LONG time ago,
Where we work,
It Ain’t such a BEST place to Pick-Up the Possibility for a Date…

Yet,
IF ever you cannot See the Chances,
Possibilities or
Sparkling Moments of LIFE,
Then You’d NEVER react to them!

So,
It was really Cool seeing these two Different Women Crossing my Way.
It’s not to say The Later Younger Woman would again fall into the Picture;
AND
I cannot see that the Nurse would be Single either.

The 22 Year Old,
Saw her later in the week with her Boyfriend,
Happy in the Thought that I didn’t react STUPID and
Made her Feel Uncomfortable…
SEEING it myself as well;

I cannot Imagine myself how Most Single Women might feel
OR
Even see the Men around them.
How hard would it be,
When you’re Separated & See if you can get a Date with a Man when there’s Children from a Previous Relationship
OR
Even a Marriage.
To say the least, what of Just having had a Relationship…

I can Imagine myself that More Women than Men are Fearful of Getting Hurt,
But then,
There’s an Unspoken Truth which I suspect Few KNOW;
Man
OR
Woman,
None of Us are Immune to Pain – No matter what Kind it is.
Everyone have Uncertainties in getting to Know an Next Significant Other…

We ALL should be Really Careful of THOSE hidden Messages which we Send with our Body-Language; they MIGHT drop You in Hot water…

That
Sparkling
Game of Love
& Affection,
Especially
WHEN you Take the Chance at Playing it… :- )

McGyver…

         McGyver Operation Theather

          APPARENTLY, when I was much Younger;

= Something that I CANNOT remember;
I was quit the Destructive but Inquisitive little boy;

          It’s SAID, that when I was THIS young;
I wasn’t as THICK as thieves with my little Dinky-toys;
I was SO interested in seeing their WORKINGS that I used a Hammer getting on the Inside of these little toy-cars;

          SO MUCH SO;
At the END of the Day I’d even Kidnapped my TWO brothers’ cars;
ALL of them ended up FLAT and a Little Worse For Wear;

          THUS, with age arriving and My understanding growing a bit more;
I learned how to SEE how things worked;
Taking them apart and then putting them Back together;

          SOME of the times they Actually DID work afterward;
But then again, As anyone FIXING something would tell you;
There are THOSE things and DAYS when you just Cannot get them working again;

          FEELING, using a Hammer on them;
That might Make you Feel a Little Better;
UNTIL you see what the Price would be, Replacing whatever it is;

          AND SO;
I replaced the worn-out Microwave which had seen more than a Year’s work;
With a Brand-Spanking New ONE;

          That was only but SIX months ago;
That New… Microwave smell… (new car smell) Okay not so… Funny;
Still, as far as I KNOW it’s still Under Warranty;

           NONETHELESS;
The Micro decided it’s not going to play BALL or the Glass-plate;
REFUSED to turn around!

           Looking at this ISSUE;
I wasn’t in the Least bit inclined in looking at the Micro;
THE SAME, the ONE we use at Work doesn’t turn either;

           When you Eventually decide to warm-up… Say Coffee;
You get SECTIONS of the Coffee heated up;
As well, SECTIONS which didn’t even get a Little Heat… WEIRD when you dink!

          NOW I looked at this Miserable Microwave;
KNOWING full-well that ( IF ) I handed it in;
It’ll easily take SIX Weeks for them to see how they’d be fixing it!

          I made Myself a Cup of Coffee and left my Mind to race;
THOSE Friday Nights when we were GLUED to the TV-set;
When Ole’ Richard Dean Anderson AKA – McGyver came on;

          Made My MIND race even more now!
I’d kept the OLD Microwave and Placed both next to each other;
THEY looked almost Exactly the same… T W I N S;

          OKAY, so I’d Open Number ONE;
See and Learn for the MAIN event-Fixing the New One;
WHICH I very fast found out, both of them were TWINS!

          Easily and pretty FAST I was able to strip Number One;
SEEING just how easy it would be for Number TWO;
Looking at the insides and constantly saw the TWINS before me;

          This was so interesting;
I looked both over and FOUND the fault;
Feeling pretty GOOD about the Quest and Possibly Succeeding;

          I once more Re-engineered the Two Microwaves;
BUT I was a bit skeptical;
Only after I carried the New Microwave to the Kitchen, could I test it;

          The MOMENT when I saw the Glass-plate turn;
I could really enjoy my LITTLE McGyver Moment;
It was working and I could Heat-Up my Dinner!

          BUT now, as lucky as I was in fixing this LITTLE problem;
Which Incidentally was the little Motor which turns the Glass-plate;
I can IMAGINE myself that there’s MANY of us who are Caught-out;

          WHEN that supposed Specialist does something;
Which turns out not being such a BIG issue;
So, I’m really HAPPY that I didn’t blow-up the Microwave;

          BUT know that someplace OR somewhere;
Someone will come along;
Looking at something of Mine which I cannot sort out Myself;

          At that time;
I’d really Miss my McGyver Moment;
Having to dig Into my Poor Wallet-Fixing whatever I cannot myself!

McGyver-Microwave Motor