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meop79 said:
I may get some razzies for this one, but I don't particularly care. I wrote this one a while back, but think I'll post it here too.

Parable

by Meop79

I'm not as young as I used to be. I guess that was why I decided to go to church this last week. I found the perfect church. It was beautiful; all of the people that went there seemed kind and, well, perfect. I figured it would be the perfect place to see what I'd been missing. It didn't take them long to figure out I was anything but perfect, full of sin, and living with my regrets.

They asked me to leave.

On the way out I saw an older guy resting just outside the door. He said they hadn't even let him and his dirty, ragged old clothes in. I was in an unusual mood after just getting kicked out of the church and figured if they hadn't liked this guy maybe he was worth knowing. So, I invited him over for dinner. We talked in the car and the guy was really cool, funny and full of interesting stories about his travels. I stopped by the store and picked up some steaks, charcoal, and a six pack and we cruised back to my place. I lit the charcoal and we sat back to talk over a couple beers.

The guy was so cool, he told me about all of the things he'd seen. How he'd rescued a kid who was lost in the woods. He'd calmed him and talked with him while they walked back to town. He said he'd never been one for fame and so while everyone was paying attention to the kid he slipped out and kept on traveling. He told me about a time he'd been hiking through Nevada and had helped a little old lady change her tire on a rarely traveled state road and how she'd thanked him and given him a ride into town. He told me story after story, all of the places he'd been and things he'd seen and how he always tried to make people's lives better wherever he went.

He talked about a little girl's life he'd saved and showed me some old pictures of him before he'd left to go on the road. He was actually a master physician. Famous in his day, he was able to save that little girl when no one else had known what was wrong.

When the steaks got done we ate and talked some more. I said I'd like to be his friend and learn more about him. I told him about my life and the cool things I'd done (not many), and the times I'd screwed up (a lot), and my hopes, dreams, and aspirations. He listened the whole time, offered sage advice, laughed with me, and commiserated with me about the failures and pain. We drank the last of the six pack and he said He'd like to be my friend and that even though he traveled a lot he'd stop by often and hoped he'd be welcome when he returned.

I said he would always be welcome in my home; I shook his worn, hardworking hands and realized I had never even asked his name. I stammered an apology and asked his name as he was leaving.

He just smiled and said, "My name's Jesus and I'd be very happy to be your friend."
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This one I guessed the ending! ;)
 
meop79 said:
Contentment

by Meop79

She was 9 years old. She ran down the sidewalk clutching it in her hands. Her hair flowing out behind her like sunlight, her face almost breaking with the grin stretching it. Her eyes shone like diamonds catching the sun. Up the stairs and across the porch, in the door, across the living room, delighting in the look of astonishment, she held it up, it's gorgeous petals and perfect leaves, its delicate scent, perfect. "I love you Daddy!"

She was 16 years old. She danced! Her gorgeous evening gown flowing about her like water, her hair done up perfectly, even hints of the perfect perfume swirled out from her as she moved. And, she danced! There was laughter and flirting and admiring young men trying to get just one dance. There was punch and cookies, there was music and light, and she danced, all through the night.

She was 22 years old. She walked down the isle. Everyone was there. Butterflies danced madly in her stomach, her gown her mother's, her hair in a coiffure of bluebells and light from the delicate things woven into it, her arm wrapped in her fathers, her eyes locked on the one whom she would promise forever to. Saying yes, kissing, the reception, the gifts, the dancing, her Daddy's tears of joy and wistfulness, that night... oh that night....

She was 26 years old. The doctor was their, her husband, her family, soon she would give birth to the wiggling bundle of joy she could feel moving around inside of her. She was elated and terrified. She breathed, she cussed, she held on for dear life, she said "Never Again!", she looked into her baby daughter's eyes, she held her for the first time, she nursed her at her breast, she was awash in emotions too difficult to describe but she knew she loved this little child more than life itself.

She was 34 years old. She stood at the front of the room and everyone cheered. She was the one that had done this, she was the one that these people were here in honor of, she saw the happiness and appreciation, and camaraderie in the eyes of the ones she had worked so hard with. She took the podium and began to speak.

She was 47 years old. She cheered madly. So happy to see her daughter there, so proud of her, the honors that she had earned, the recognition and the degree she had worked for, her little girl was a grown woman and she was so happy. The party, her daughter interacting, so assured, nothing like the little girl of old, yet still with that joy for life and beautiful smile.

She was 56 years old. She played with the wonderful wriggling ball of joy, changed the diapers and cooed and gooed and kissed the wonderfully fat cheeks and relished the awesome look of wonder she had almost forgotten from seeing it in her own children's eyes. She was Grandma now and oh how wonderful it was.

She was 67 years old. The world small below her window stretched out like a living map as they flew. The beach, the sand, the sun, together they reveled in it. She was new again, life seemed like it had just begun once again. The lovemaking hot and beautiful that filled their nights, she did not try to process all the things that had gone before, she just reveled in this wonderful creature and the utter joy and happiness of it.

She was 78 years old. Still sharing, giving, and caring. Active each day and spreading her talents far and wide in her volunteer work, in caring for the "Elderly" at the local senior center, in gathering donations for her causes. Missing her children when they were not near and reveling in the joys of Great-Grandmotherhood. Never stopping, energy and joy and things to fill her day, each day, a gift for her and her a gift for others.

She was 89 years old. All her family was there. A birthday celebration to remember, the photos, the memories, so many old and new friends. She was bemused with all of the love and affection, she wasn't so special, if they thought she was special they should have known her Mother, now there was an amazing lady...

She was 92 years old. Her family was once again together. The doctors were there. Her favorite Grandson, her lovely daughter grown into such a fine woman. Her memories, and it was warm, and sleep was easy.
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this one is particularly beautiful. :rose:
 
It's not hard....

by Meop79

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meop79 said:
It's not hard....

by Meop79

It's not hard to please a woman... just listen.

It's not hard... Not really... Not if you're willing to act on what you hear. Not if you tell her and more importantly, show her, she's safe, loved, wanted, and needed. If you listen to her dreams and her fears, and her hopes, and hold her through her tears, if you listen when you love her and make sure she's getting what she needs, if you listen to those wistful longings and store the information for later to surprise her with her dreams...

No...

Just listen, and follow from there.
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So true.
 
meop79 said:
Your Illness...

by Meop79

"You will only hurt me if you care..."

Your jealousy and fear and rage and pain they invade your brain and tear and seethe. Nothing will soothe them, there will always be more. There will never be enough proof. No finally enough, no end of the line, only "crush me" and "break me" and "then I'll know you care"... But then will never come. Nothing will ever be enough. You can not be bad enough to prove a negative... there's always something more.

The rage inside you, from your jealousy, it will never go away the way you are going. It doesn't matter how many breaks you take, or how much you are hurt, or how much you debase yourself. You can't make yourself dirty enough to know that you're loved. You can't hurt others enough to accept that they are taking you back out of love. You will only whip yourself to relieve your sins, your fears, and fill the world with your screams and tears, with your rage and your fears, nothing will follow. That is the end. Nothing more comes of fear, of pushing away, of being broken, except brokenness, emptiness, and nothing.

You can't make people walk away. But you can't let people stay. If they stay you will make them hurt you. If they go you will hurt. If they come back you will be happy but not be secure and you will start over on the downward spiral. Safety isn't in emptiness. It isn't in being dead inside. Love doesn't flower from an effusion of blood and hate. Peace doesn't come from breaking yourself over the altar of fear and rage, yours or someone elses.

Peace only comes from acceptance and love, not through fear and "proof" but faith and hope. In giving, not in hurting: in acceptance not in fear: in peace not in rage: in building others up not in tearing yourself down: these are the things that can heal: love, peace, hope, acceptance, forgiveness, and understanding. You seek love in lovelessness; you seek peace in destruction; you seek hope in despair; you seek acceptance in jealousy; you seek forgiveness in punishment; you seek understanding is void.

Nothing follows.
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I absolutely love this one.
 
I'll be the party pooper.

Posting stories on Forums isn't allowed. If you want to post a story, it should be on the story site.


Now, I should probably be running before it rains rotten eggs and tomatoes.
 
Terranim said:
Fire the eggapults!
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Leave the poor person alone. Here for his edification I'll elucidate:

"Welcome to the Playground!

This forum is for posting fun topics/discussion - pretty much anything you want to talk about." -LadyG

These are simply conversation starters.
 
meop79 said:
Leave the poor person alone. Here for his edification I'll elucidate:

"Welcome to the Playground!

This forum is for posting fun topics/discussion - pretty much anything you want to talk about." -LadyG

These are simply conversation starters.
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He said he was leaving before the eggs and tomatoes came! I was just giving him the requested eggs ;)
 
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