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The Climb

One Day  in November, after a near fatal  car accident that left me unable to walk for some time a turn of events happened that changed that chapter of my life. This is an account of that event:

I was going for my mini walk  of the day and I looked at my nurses and my PT and said ” Let’s go to Hydro ( bath).”. The walk was less than 100 feet away but for everyone there it was nothing short of a miracle. My nurses and PT were cheering me on and crying; even took a picture of me (seeing as it was a big deal). After hydro my folks were there and had no idea I had learned to walk again and were told we had a surprise for them. My nurses brought me back but stopped short of the door handed me my walker. I stood up and locked eyes with my daddy who was on the other side of my hospital bed. As I walked toward him; his knuckles went white and tears streamed down his face. Happy tears. I could feel my mom cheering and crying to my left. It was a good day.

As for the picture…. a year later I gave it to one of my biggest inspirations in my life, Mrs. Dot Malone; my Basketball coach and Mentor.

Harmony

*Note: A non-fiction story*

Last Sunday night America seemed to light up at 10:30 pm central standard time. We watched and listen while our president told us the nation’s biggest enemy was killed by a Special Forces team. This was met with a mixture of doubt and celebration. And still a week later some people are celebrating his death. While the ones with doubt are even more doubtful due to a burial at sea and being told “No!” on whether or not we can see a video or picture of his dead body. The doubter also say the DNA test is not enough and they want more proof. For me there is so much wrong with this, First the celebration that wages on.

I understand that he was our biggest enemy and that due to him some really terrible things happen. But to celebrate as much as we have: Doesn’t that make us no better than him? He found pleasure in our misery and pain, just like we are doing in the case with him.  In my opinion the excessive celebration is marks of “stooping to their level” and pettiness. I admit that night I was happy to hear the news but come the next morning I knew anymore celebrating would be unfitting for me to do. Even if you look at him as a monster that we prevailed against, there are plenty more out there. Put in terms of mice and rats. Say you see one huge rat in your house one day and set a trap and kill him. Does that ensure you will not any more problems? No. There is an old saying “For every rodent (mice or rats) you see there is 10 more in the walls”. So we got the Rat king. That does not mean everything is done nor that there will be a quick and easy ending here. It took us 10 years to make this chess move, now it’s their move. We have to be educated and aware. Plan out our next move no matter what move they make.

Because like it or not this is war. And there never ever comes good out of war. But to protect and maintain our life and lifestyles, wars must happen.  Every battle won is not a time celebration, but a time for deep thinking and soul searching toward future things. If there was no war there would be harmony.  And in Harmony not war do we honestly win.

Good Conversation

Mary Beth was tired of the single life and the endless parade of first and sometimes only dates. She wanted someone who could connect with her,. Being that she was “plus size” and  a mother of 3 boys seamed to curse never to find love after her divorce. It was not her fault her ex husband decide he did not want to be married or to have a family anymore and left one day never to be heard from again. It took her a year after he left to convince herself he was not coming back. And another year to get the divorce final due to not knowing where he was and his family also cutting ties with her and her boys. When he left Josh was 2 , Travis was 5 and Greg Jr. ( named after her ex-husband) was 8. Now Josh is 7, Travis is 10 And Greg Jr.  ( who has now asked to have his name changed)  is 13.

For the last 3 years she has tried every way to find someone to interact with. She has been fooled a few times and heartbroken even more. Finding a job after Greg left was not as hard as this is. Tonight she was meeting a guy by the name of Harrison for drinks. He is the brother in law to one of the doctor’s at the hospital she does book keeping for.  It seems everyone is out to help her find live now. But Harrison seems like a good possibility. He himself is divorce with 2 kids (a boy and a girl), he is a contractor with a major local construction company, he is around her age (she couldn’t believe how many dates she went on with guys that were closer to her dad’s age) and when he saw the picture text of her that she sent he remarked she was beautiful. The only thing that is left to make it a great match to her is good conversation.

She wants the type where the conversation never gets weird or too silent. The whole experience is not brought down by it but heightened by it. Now that she looks back she can see she never even had that with her ex. She knows it can happen because she once before she got married had a boyfriend where they could and would talk for hours and both want to talk more. He since had married and has kids They are still go friends but she would never flirt with a married man.

Now she is sitting at the bar wait for  Harrison to get there. He text her a few moments ago to tell her he was running late due to work and was about to take a shower to  get all the dirt and sweat off him , then he would be on his way. She ordered a diet Spite to calm her nerves of meeting someone new. As she takes the first sip she sees him walk in, his picture text that he sent did not do him justice. Now she was even more nervous.  He came over, smiled and gave her a friendly hug. The hug was so warm andfelt so good.  He sat down and asked her what she was drinking and she told him what it was. He ordered a beer for himself and asked if she would like a “harder” drink or wanted another one of those. She could tell he wanted to buy her a drink of some sort so she asked if a glass of red wine was ok. He smiled big and said it was. And much to her surprise he started talking. And before she knew it there was a conversation going. A conversation that lasted for hours; a good conversation. And with that she knew she found love again.

Bored Games

Megan hated nights like this. It was Saturday late afternoon and she was bored. She had spent the morning cleaning her house and running errands. She did it so well and so fast she was already done and it was one 5 o clock at night. She was too wired to sleep or read and too tired to go out on the town. There is nothing on TV and she has watched every movie that is out that she would want to see; besides the fact she just can’t sit still to watch TV. Yep, these are nights Megan without a doubt hate.

Megan has always been a “busy bee” as her grandfather would call her. She was raised on a beautiful cattle ranch in Iowa. She was up before the sun was on most days tending to her “farm chores” of feeding the horses and Chickens. She was also in charge of changing the bedding for both and the collect any new eggs. She then would go to school and make the best grades she could which usually were As and Bs. She made such good grades that she got a scholarship to many highly known and held universities. She decides on The University of Iowa, to make sure she was still close to home. She graduated there with honor, getting a degree in Accounting. She then joined an accounting firm in Iowa City and shortly afterward bought her first house.  She misses the ranch as it never seemed as boring there as it does in the big city to her.

“The ranch” She thinks as she makes herself a glass of ice tea. She always says that she is busy and that is why she never calls home to her folks. This would be a perfect time. She reaches for the phone. She is sure her parents will be done with dinner and able to talk.  She dials the number and it rings. She hears and familiar and loving female voice. “ Hi Mom, it’s me.” She says  with a touch of homesick in her voice. As she begins to talk she smiles. She is not bored anymore and night is one of the best nights she has had in a long time.

Duck Tales
“Mom, Chris and Pete are here, they want to go to the park. Can I go?” Scott shouted from the front door after answering it and seeing his two best
friends. ” I will not answer you until you come here.” shouted back Mom. Scott rolled his eyes and told his friends to hold on and headed toward the kitchen
where he knew his mom was. His mom was busy making cupcakes for the bake sale that is to raise money for the summer program at the community center. Emily,
Scott’s little sister was helping her mom. ” Come on , Mom. I will only be gone a couple of hours.” Scott whined “It’s the first day of summer and I already
cleaned my room.”. Emily chimed in “I wanna go too.”. Mom thought about it. As much as she loves baking with her daughter the fact that Emily is a 5 year old
that finds sneaking a taste of the frosting makes getting the cupcakes done alittle harder.” Take you sister.” Mom says as she puts a new batch of cupcakes
in the oven. This was her way of letting Scott know he could go, but that only if he took his sister.”oh Mom!” whined Scott. He was 10 years old, even is his
little sister was in fact his little brother ( which he wishes all the time she was) with her being half his age was hard for him to have any fun with
her.Mom gives him and look and he knows that his whineing will not work here. ” Come on, Em” he says disgruntlely.” Can we take our bikes?” asked Scott
hopingly to Mom. “Fine, But you are responiable for your sister and her bike”. Scott figured if Emily had her bike she could ride and leave him and his
friends alone. “Bye Mom!” Emily says as she jump down from the stool she was sitting on and runs to give her mom a kiss. Mom was not worried about the kids
getting hurt or worse, at least not all that much. The park is just over a block away and on the same side of the street. Plus the small town they live in is
so close knit that the people across from the park and likely to to keep an eye on the kids, more so Emily with the call she makes to them as the kids head
to the grage to get their bikes.

Now at the park Emily has been left to play by herself as her brother and his friends sat in the treehouse clubhouse that the community dads and sons
group built last year. Emily can not climb with out her dad there as he told her on a previous trip to the park. After playing on the slide and swings for a
few minutes, Emily gets bored of them and walks to the small pond that sits in the center of the park. She likes watching the ducks people fishing in the
pond. As she gets closer she sees this one “very pretty” duck near a bench waddling around. She could tell he was not a baby duckling nor was he a grown
duck. That he must be a “kid” duck. ” Quack Quack” she calls out as she gets closer. But her hurried manner scares the young duck away back into the water.
She sees him land with the finesse of a airplane landing smoothly. And it hits her. ” Hey Walter!” She calls to the duck. The name just seemed so right since
he seemed so at home in the water. Over the next hour she call to him at first to just receive a cold shoulder from the duck then he seemed to take a liking
to her and it was almost as if he was playing with her and calling out to her fron the pond. When she left she yelled out a promise to “Walter to be back
soon to visit him.
The next day Emily was back. This time she came with her mom. They just dropped off cupcakes for the bake sale and Emily pleaded with her mom since
getting home last nightto go back, telling her mom all about Walter. Her mom found it cute that Emily thinks she found a friend in a duck so decided to humor
her and take her to see him. They brought some old bread for Walter and a picnic for themselves. Scott went to spend the next few night with his friend and
in a few days the boys will be all at there house, So Mom was getting in any quiet relaxing time she could get.But to Mom’s surprise. Walter seem to actaully
befriend emily too even after Emily gave him every morsal of the bread he did not leave their picnic and actually ended up laying down slightly close to
Emily and falling asleep. what was more amazing was this time when Emily got ready to leave, Walter started to follow her and even when mom told him to stop
as long as Emily didn’t say anything it was like he was set to go with her. Finally Emily tolds her friend to stay and that she would see himthe next day.
And she did. As a matter of fact she saw him almost every day that summer.

Then the first day of school comes and she is starting 1st grade. She could not be more excited. Halfway thru the day she thinks to herself “I wanna
share this with Walter.”. So when her Dad picked her up from school she asked to be taken to the park. By this point the whole family was aware that Emily
had made friend with Walter and that being near him makes her happy so her daddrove to the park that crisp Fall day.When they got there though, She could not
find him anywhere. she called and but he never came. And as she looked around she noted that all the ducks were gone.she begain to cry thinking someone took
her friend away. He dad pick her up and put her in the car where she continued to silently cry for her friend. When they got home Dad turned around in his
seat and explained to Emily how more than likely all the ducks have flown south for the winter and that Walter would more than likely be back in the spring.
Emily missed Walter, but her dad never lied to her so she is certain what he said was true. She ask her mom to help her count down the days til spring,
whereas her mom got her a calendar for Emily to mark each day off. Which she did. Finally the first day of spring comes, before school as they drove past she
looked out the window to the park and could see there were no ducks. But she did not give up and after school she went back again. This time when she walked
up she could see there were a few ducks. She hurried to the pond and scaned the water. And there in the middle of the water was a now grown Walter ( she just
knew it was him) and his “wife” and 4 little duckings. And Emily smiled.