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Some 58 years ago, he taught me algebra in high school.
About 15 years ago, I gave him a call, just to say hi.
He said he did not remember me, and that was okay.
We talked a bit about this and that, and I told him
How much I had admired him from my high school days.
In closing, he said, "You made my day".
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I well remember 'yesterday'.
I am experiencing 'today'.
I have great expectations
and hopes for 'tomorrow',
BECAUSE I HAVE LEARNED
THAT WE CAN CHANGE.
When as a child, my playmates
and I watched the clouds turn
grey and the sunlight go away,
we played in the barn on the
hay and plated the Maypole
in the Month of May.
When once upon a time in my
home state, it seemed to me
that hate poured down like
rain, flooding the human
landscape with pain. There
was enough misery to drive weak
ones insane, and no one gained.
BUT I LEARNED THAT WE CAN CHANGE.
When once upon a time I was ashamed
to mention my home state by name;
When I was reluctant to say where
I was from; and I dreaded to utter
the word 'Mississippi' upon my tongue.
Fortunately, that was once upon a time. I moved away after high school when I was 17; 58 years ago.
Since then there has been a changing of minds. I have
much gratitude to God, and I hasten to add, I AM CLEARLY SEEING A CHANGE.
In the countryside, while walking
It was a joy to pick and eat wild guava
Papaya, star apple, lomboy, and berries
Our mouth always stained milky or purple
Life was so sweet to remember then
Going back and forth from school walking
We had this routine finding fruits at roadside
If we find one, all my school companions busy
Picking and cajoling the fruit tree's blessing
It's fun, joking and merry eating around the tree
Almost dusk we arrive home because of that gag
Until this moment of adulthood I can still recall
My high school days had never been that fun.
You apologize over and over,
Yet do it again cold shoulder.
In church every Sunday saying you’re a “righteous” man,
But at home you’re the devil’s right hand man.
It’s crazy how your so smart and calculated with liquor,
Yet you didn’t even graduate high school no paper.
You had jobs that paid well
Now you’re jobless cause of the lies you tell.
How foolish of you
When you were younger what did you want to do with your life?
It doesn’t matter because you’re just a man addicted to liquor.
You’re sick not just in the head but all over.
I hate giving you the cold shoulder.
But you caused this don’t try play Bob the builder
You can’t fix this.
You always ask what do you want for Christmas
You assume money.
But I want more than that I want my childhood back.
In the corner of a room is a showcase
received from a library rummage sale.
It's being utilized differently than
its original purpose for the public.
It is now very much a family focus.
On top of the case are two pairs of small
shoes originally purchased some 40 years
ago for our sons who are now 42 and 46.
Three garments hang inside this glass enclosure.
First, our daughter who is 50, has a high school
jacket with her name inscribed, and there's her
Yearbook dated 1989. There is a Boy Scouts of
America shirt belonging to our oldest son. Next,
there is a beautiful little vest of our youngest son
denoting him as a member of the church's group
known as 'King's Kids'. Finally, there's also a handprint
in a clay mold. It is the handprint image of our youngest
son with his name inscribed and the year 1987, when he
was 6 years old.
These are precious items of our kids from yesteryears.
We have embraced all of these family treasures for more
than 35 years, and display them proudly with much
gratitude toward God.
So much of life is about gains and losses.
The gains we appreciate, but not the losses.
Our gains in life are too numerous to list.
Many or most of our losses are eventually forgotten,
and we move on as we learn to live without them.
Once in a while, a thought of our lost things crosses
our minds. We would treasure them if only we had them.
To name just a few of my losses isn't very hard to do.
My HS graduation ring; A photo of a homeless man;
My two boys' collection of toy cars; My college
graduation picture. Since high school, these are
just a few of my lost things that come to mind.
If I had to think about it for a while, who knows
how long the list would be? But from the above list,
if all of them were found, and I could only choose
one, which loss would I first reach for, cherishing it
the most to possess again?
I have often longed for a photograph of a homeless man
having Christmas dinner with me and my young family
some 40 years ago. Encountering and having a brief
relationship with Reuben had a huge impact on me
as a young man. I think that would be my choice.
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This year I am grateful for health
You do not appreciate it until you lose it
Which I did for a couple of weeks
Thank you lower respiratory infection
For allowing me the empathy to be grateful for health
It is 2023, so I am grateful that I still love my husband
We have been together since 1968, in high school.
He is the kindest person I have ever met
He has a keen sense of humor
And he puts up with all kinds of idiocy from me
I am grateful for my children and grandchildren
Each of them brings beautifulness to my life
Their individual talents and clever ways delight me
I am grateful they know how to entertain themselves
And they are fantastic citizens and deep thinkers
It is 2023, and I am grateful to my dogs – Sophie and Buddy.
Sophie is an old lady, who reminds me of my mother-in-law
I loved her so much, and miss her.
Buddy is a giant pony dog who keeps us guessing
Running in and out of his doggy door all night
Our lives are full, and so are our tummies.
I am grateful for great food, a wonderful job
My pay, which is a bonus
My co-workers and my boss
I am grateful for computer skills and my talents.
Thank you God for everything!
This summer I lost all respect
for our modern youth.
Apparently they have been raised
that the end justifies the means
and that individual responsibility
is a virtue of dubious value.
So when they wanted to get me fired
because I was the new boss
the old retired fart
who was going to make them accountable
trained lifeguards
they lied.
Maybe thinking it didn’t matter
to their own sense of karma
they fabricated a narrative
of sexual harassment, maybe even assault
they obviously didn’t realize
matters to others.
But hey, what is youth
if not a time of youthful folly
and the chance to learn
your major life-lessons.
Maybe they did
maybe they didn’t but will,
but for me at least
it’s never too late
to learn to watch your back
in a world gone mad and rudderless.
(10/18/23)
1.Agar mein jhoti bakwas karta hun..
2.Agar meri batain bay bunyad hain..
3.Agar mujhay bolnay ki tameez nahi..
4.Agar mein culture ka vulture nahi..
5.Agar mujhay tradition ka pata nahi..
6.Agar mein mun phat qisam ka hun...
Q.Why don't you file defamation suit??
Note.Point To Be Noted My Honor..
Joanne’s first husband treated her like a queen.
He was handy with a toolbox, and built her a fabulous salon.
I was in high school when she asked for a Cinderella stairway.
So the girls who were trying on gowns could walk down the stairs.
Making a Cinderella entrance, showing off for the old ladies.
The gowns she sold reeked of sequins, feathers, lace, pearls.
I remember how excited she was when he finished the stairway.
All of the seventeen and eighteen year old girls in town ran to see it.
We had to try on dresses and walk down those stairs many Saturdays.
Joanne was lured away from her husband by a snake of a guy.
None of us knew what he had but he whisked her off.
She divorced the carpenter, and married the narcissist.
He tried to keep her to himself, but couldn’t.
She finally disappeared; never to be seen again.
We all figured it was his way of keeping her to himself.
Her son was fifteen at the time, and was locked out of the house.
“I never liked that kid!” the narcissist was heard to say.
We all wished she had stayed with the carpenter.
Daddy died at 58 and left a widow of 35 with 11 minor kids.
Daddy's people offered to take some of us and raise us themselves.
Mom appreciated their loving offer but declined in spite of her task.
There were 7 girls and 4 boys between the ages of 9 months and 16.
Mom did okay, with all finishing high school, and two went to college.
Accepting such a gesture would have surely changed us for life. Only
Heaven knows what our bonding and connections would have been.
I have often thought about mom's decision, and I am proud of her.
Sometimes it takes years to remember these kinds of things; and
unfortunately, mom passed away before I was able to thank her.
In spite of well-meaning relatives who sincerely desired to help,
mother knew what was best for us. I will always believe that I
and my 10 siblings are 'the better' for it that Mama said "No".
81922PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE.
Brian Strand.
Sam Adams
Was born prematurely
Spent his first moments
In an incubator
Born with bad hearing
Bad vision
Bad teeth
And a speech impediment
And a learning disability
But he learned to cope
As he was a genius
Reading college level
In the second grade
When he was in high school
To overcome his fear
Of public speaking
He joined the debate team
His specialty was impromptu speaking
He found that he excelled
At making speeches on the fly
Overcoming his fears
Of public speaking along the way.
That is how Sam Adams
Learned to speak in public
Becoming a good speaker
In the end.
Based on a true story
November 20th 2021st
Walgreen’s parking lot, Omaha Nebraska
7:30 p.m.
Police in cars have stopped pursuing Gang Member A aka GMA.
A young woman’s car door gets pulled open.
GMA yells “Get the F……. out!”
She thinks he is joking.
He grabs her and throws her out of the car.
It is HER car.
Her purse.
Her stuff.
She is young, and upset.
She jumps back in, on his lap, trying to get her keys.
He tosses her back out and runs over her driving foot.
Breaking it in sixteen places.
She is barely eighteen.
A senior in high school.
Young and helplessly naïve.
A police helicopter which had continued pursuit of GMA captured this on video.
The entire episode recorded for the watching.
I would have not run across this tale if it had not been my granddaughter.
But it was.
She had a two hour surgery today.
Morphine is the only thing that gives her relief.
I did not think it was possible to hate a person I have never met.
But at this moment
I despise Gang Member A.
Friday night football lights
His whole life high school sports
A rah-rah father behind him
Overflowing his shorts
Covid-19 postponed many dreams
And left an opening, it seems
For other interests to develop
No longer by sports was the lad enveloped
When football was cancelled
The young man found a new love
Electrical engineering his fascination
And so, he decided, his future occupatin
Now football is back, but not the young man
He's busy studying engineering while he can
As for his stubborn father, he's going to court
To sue the school district ~ a day late; a dollar short
Some teachers have changed the way I think
Mr. Hagen was a retired teacher and music professor
To me, he was a teacher with infectious mathematics delight
The first few weeks I was a bit overwhelmed
- he drew interesting lines
between math and science history in general
He understood how the students thought,
so that he could give them the best possible feedback
to support and further learning
Enthusiastic and inspiring ... word that says a lot
When our heads and bodies got tired
he gave us a classical concert at the piano
He always said :
"Without music, life would have been a misunderstanding"
08/10/2019
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