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Each day the tides go out and come in roughly six hours apart,
predictable years in advance.
How is that anything except miraculous?
The holiday of Thanksgiving is upon us.
I wonder what might happen if we all were actually thankful
each day for our being alive in this miracle called life?
Editor’s Note:
The Story you are about to read is dramatic and very powerful. I think you will agree it is incredibly well written. For now, the author chooses to remain anonymous. Please don’t let that distract you from the critical nature of the writing. I believe it draws the connection between people who are not well and damage done in the world as well as anything I have read. You are encouraged to let us know what you think.
With all my love and gratitude!
Namaste!
Bill
The scream pierced my ears as I fell toward the window, the van coming to a screeching halt. “bloody maggies” came the cry from the driver seat. George had always prided himself on his driving skills, in fact George was the kind of man who prided himself on everything and I mean everything. I met George when I was 13 at the local swimming pool. He stood about six feet tall and had feet like fins. His uniform, which he wore for every occasion even funerals, was a track suit and a pair of Reeboks. At 65 he could swim 100 metres in no time. Continue Reading →
