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"Is he good?" "Of course he's good, but he's not a tame lion."

"Knowledge is Power"

I only speak my opinion in my voice. How you take it, and what you hear is your choice.

Monday, June 20, 2011

"Facts of Life" Comment to Mykosis

 ***NOTE: This was originally supposed to be a comment to Mykosis's recent blog that he made after reading my Life Ramble blog. All are welcome to read and discuss.

I'm glad my blog was inspiration. I was hoping someone would read it begin to have thoughts, and willing to talk about such thoughts of these so called "facts of life". And I must warn you there is an extreme possibility of ranting, and going off on tangents, but hopefully it will make sense.

As far as the 10 commandments go, I've always felt like they were more like guidelines, or rules set aside to sway people a certain way. This is why I don't like religion because they want you to believe and follow their way. Everyone thinks that their religion is the right way, therefore, majority of the population, by most religions standards, will in fact be wrong and go to "hell".

Religion likes to make you believe that if you screw up, then God will punish you, someone is always watching you and judging your every move, BUT only if you have achieved salvation and redemption, and have taken "God" into your heart and life can you ask for forgiveness of your sins and have your slate wiped clean. In the Catholic religion you go to a priest to confess your sins, then he talks to God for you. The priest may then give you some form of judgement/consequence/punishment to help God forgive you. This thing may just be saying 12 Hail Marys, a judgement none-the-less. But I thought only God could judge you? Why can't I just talk to God myself, why do I have to go through you? And why do Catholics talk about Mary more than anyone?

Religion, to me, is basically an undercover government. The government back in the day edited The Bible, before making and distributing it to the world. There are different versions and translations of The Bible. "Well they all basically say the same thing." No, they don't. All of them can even be interpreted a different way. I remember reading books from it, then going to sermons dealing with those books, and the preachers interpretation was different than what I believed it to say. And if you try to ask and have a discussion about it, all they do is try to make you understand it the way they see it, which doesn't help answer your questions at all. "The Bible is the truth and the way." But there are books missing!!! Important ones, like Judas, and Mary Magdalene. Yeah, I would like to hear what they have to say and their version/side of the story. Why aren't they in The Bible? Maybe because it has information that may make you be swayed another way? Or that it will help everything make sense?

This is why we have different denominations. because everyone one has thoughts, questions, and ideas that no one can answer properly, so they make their own religion and say their right. Why do churches collect money wanting you to "tithe", or give to God, then, next thing you know the church is doing renovations, upgrading, taking staff on trips (non-missionary trips, have better clothes, equipment, etc...  Shouldn't churches just stay the same and the money they get they put towards a charity? Because They accept charity, they don't give it. They should give to the community somehow, homeless shelter, salvation army, hurricane victims, earthquake victims, etc... Churches should be the middle man between the people and the world. We shouldn't have FEMA, the churches should do it. That makes sense to me.I worked at a church at one point for catering. We were catering 2 nights in a row for 400 people both nights because they were seeing this special person speak. This church was HUGE, it had it's own coffee shop. Later, I found out that that church had a preacher not too long ago who was arrested because he was taking the church money to go on vacation. I'm not saying that all churches and religions are like this, but it's out there. It mainly boils down to individual churches, the preachers, and how they run things. Which brings me to individuals life, they should be the judge of their own lives and not have to worry about cruel punishments after doing acts that can be justifiable by certain circumstances. Do you ever hear of churches helping out in a time of crisis or disaster? Do you ever hear of them rallying for peace, civil rights, or some sort of any positive movement? I don't. I do here about churches, preachers, ect rallying to stop abortion, stop gay marriages, fight a "Holy War", being pedophiles, etc...

To me,if I was to follow a religion I would look back at the earliest forms, and see what they have to say because they weren't bogged done by all this bull crap change. They were closer to the beginning of time, so shouldn't they know more about how we got here, and what are purpose here is for? I would think. It's like that gossip game we played in school. The teacher whispers something in one persons ear, then they tel the next, and so on. You were never allowed to hear it again, you just had to listen then tell what you thought you heard, basically. 9 times out of 10 when the last person told the teacher the phrase, it was wrong. Sometimes COMPLETELY wrong. Why is that? Think about it, and see if you can relate that to religion.

I do believe that God is spiritual electric energy source that lives in all things everywhere. I DO NOT believe that God will send you to hell for ANYTHING. That's right, I said it. I don't believe in Heaven or Hell. I believe more so with the reincarnation idea. And reincarnation is not limited to Earth. You can also say that I don't believe in Satan/Lucifer. If there was a Satan, I believe he would be God as well, because like I said before, God is in everything everywhere. God is both positive and negative. Now, if the story was that God had two children, Jesus and Lucifer, who were two sides of the same coin, one bad and one good, and they lived on the world and went on to battle, and cause others to take sides and battle, then I may be more likely to believe that religion, but that's not the story at all.

Money is ridiculous and should be done away with, or at least not be the most important thing of everyone's life. It, stupid and doesn't even exist. The greatest power, I feel, is knowledge. And I don't claim religion, I claim spirituality, but as far as religions do go, I like Buddhism, Gnosticism, and Jews I don't have problems. I'll believe "Greek Mythology" before the others. There's just too many questions, and too easily debatable around any points of view. I do know that I live on Earth, and this world is what keeps me alive, so I should take care of it, be nice to it, and be grateful for it because I wouldn't be here without this place I call home. We all know that the Earth itself is alive and kicking. It's been around for billions of years. Don't you think that the world intakes knowledge, adapts, and goes through it's own cycles? If so, then wouldn't it be safe to say that if we hurt the world, then it can get back at us, and there would be nothing we can do to stop it. The Earth could kill us all of in an instant. Why don't we ask the Earth for forgiveness, and show our gratitude? We could all live better, healthier, and more advanced lives very easily. We have technology and resources to provide for ourselves, and everyone here while still taking care of the Earth. Why are we doing this? Why aren't we there already? Because we would all have to love, appreciate, take care of each other, and work well together for it to be achieved, and it doesn't seem like that is possible because we're always fighting and trying to figure out to get ours, never-minding others and their lives. That and we'd pretty much have to do away with money, but that is NOT and option, non-negotiable. This is what's wrong with the world we live in. Power, greed, control are the essentials to our lives.

I apologize for my rant as a comment on your blog, but it just came out. I have a lot more to say, but my brain is done at the moment. More than happy to continue a discussion :)

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Short Ramble About Life

    

     I don't think I believe in having only one God. I mean, everything comes in twos, at least. There always has to be balance, and in order for balance to work, there needs to be two. One thing can’t be God, and do it all alone, it makes no sense. “God” would not be there without two things reacting to each other, and “God” can’t “create” things without having one thing react with another. Think about all the balances that are clear around us: Positive and Negative, Black and White, High and Low, Hot and Cold, Dark and Light, Sun and Moon, Male and Female,Cats and Dogs; need I say more? That’s just the way most things are in most cases.
  
     The main thing to think about is that the two things are meant to be there, supposed to be there, and work together to create something. Your hands together can create art, your feet together can create mobility to help create, your eyes to see more of the picture, your ears to hear both sides of the spectrum, two whole people to create another. It all makes sense, but the more I think and talk about it, it boils down to another number, my favorite number, three. When you have a scale, in order to weigh both sides, there needs to be a structure in the middle. When you think of the black and white things of life, don’t you think there’s always that “grey area”. When a man and woman have a child, that child is a living creation, and should be considered and looked at as an accomplishment, and therefore, the third part of the cycle, or circle, of life. The way I was brought up in life to think about God has changed a little.
  
     Yes I’m saying I believe in God. It’s not the God that many others are thinking of, but it’s a God. I believe it’s merely and energy source, the life essence, the electricity through the water that makes you alive. I guess you can look at it as a parasite, in a sense, God serves no purpose without a host. But that energy source has many hosts, like plants and animals, even the entire world around you. That’s why we are all connected. All one being. That’s why if we do something to each other, another is effected. The bigger to problem, the bigger the consequences. For instance, you kill someone, then someone else who is alive will feel the pain, and come back after you. You kill off certain animals when it’s not necessary, then some part of the ecosystem gets thrown off, and the dominos begin to fall until eventually everyone is effected. If one was to continue drawing the Earth’s life essence, fossil fuels a.k.a. oil, then the Earth won’t be able to hold herself together well anymore, and everyone everywhere is in for some major disaster to strike. Then where would all the money and power go? What did all that “hard work” really do for you? It would all be pointless. Your life would mean nothing.
  
     We are her alive to live, and take care of life. To take care of our lives, and lives around use to make everything better and easier. Evolution and advancement is great to a point, but the point has been reached, and continued in the wrong direction.  Up to know, this is what I can think of that care and money is going to: War, Terrorism, Military, Athletics, Gasoline/Oil, Political Campaigns, Religion/Church, Taxes, Fees... That’s the main things off the top of my head. Neither one of those should be the most important thing to think or talk about. Maybe I’m just on a different spectrum, but all those things require violence and low intelligence (to be easily controlled). Neither one of those things are good for anyone. Where do I think money and thoughts should go toward? Art, Education, Health, Science, Agriculture, Nature, Poverty in Third World Countries...
 
     I mean, I know a school closed down around here, which makes things hard for parents, teachers, and children. Then there’s a gas station built across the street from another gas station in the snap of a finger. What’s wrong with this picture? We fight terrorism  by using terrorism. How is that supposed to work? We have people upset and anxious about players quitting leagues because there million dollar salary isn’t enough, while teachers can’t find jobs, haha. It really is laughable that we have all done this to each other. I know, I’m ashamed of myself too, but I’m just old enough to realize what the frack is going on in this world.
  
     It starts with my generation, it has too, to start making that difference. That change that we so desperately need. There’s too many old fashioned fuddy duds in the political system that they’ve given up and don’t give a frack about anyone else. We need to start finding ways to do something, but I seriously don’t think a damn thing is going to get done until something really awfully disastrous happens.
  
     Something will happen, and when it does, then I just hope that the strong minded and strong willed have already thought and planned things out, and is ready to do something as soon as problems strike. I know I’ve been brushing up on some things. A few things people should do is watch things about the Zeitgeist Movement, and Jacque Fresco with his Venus Project idea. I think those are great thoughts about our future. There are many other things out there that have the right positive ideas for movement, those are just my main things I’ve been watching.

    Okay, my mind seems to be done at the moment, but that’s my short life rant for the day, I’m sure I’ll make additions at a later date, or by comments that I hope are made.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Writer in Me



Give me a letter, and I will give you a word.
It could be any word.
An easy short word, or a long complicated, and hard to pronounce word.
It could be a well known word, or one I just made up.

Give me a word, and I’ll give you a phrase.
Could be a slang phrase, or a slogan.
It could rhyme, have beats, or just catchy.
Maybe it would make you think, or make you smile.

Give me a phrase, and I’ll give you a story.
A story with characters, a setting, and a plot.
It could be a short story, or a novel.
I could write it as a play, movie, poem, comic, or a song.

Whatever it is you decide to give me.
I will take, make, and create.
I can give you something for a lifetime, or a short time.
It could make you laugh, or you could cry.

As long as I make a thought.
As long as I make an impact.
As long as one person is entertained,
then I’ve done what I wanted.

Alana's Writing Prompt

This is a short scene I wrote in about 30 minutes- hour. It was based off a prompt from a friend of mine. Feel free to send me any sort of prompt and see what I can come up with. It mainly helps me to keep my writing going, and it's better for me if I know others are there.


Alana Anthony hmmm...would a prompt help get the creative juices going?

Aslan Troy Hollier Haha, perhaps...

Alana Anthony okay...try this:
Him: Why do you do that all the time?

Alana Anthony Her: It's just who I am
Continue from there

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Him
Why do you do that all the time?

Her
It’s just who I am.

    (He shuts the door, then follows after her through the yard.)

Him
How does yelling and fighting with everyone make you who you are?

Her
I’m yeller and a fighter. That’s who am am! It’s not a hard concept.

Him
But at people who are there for you and trying to help? You’re gonna do that to them?

Her
Well I guess so.

Him
What’s the point? Are you really that stubborn that you are just going to hold on to your pride and fight with others who are there to help? They want to help. They can help. Let them.

Her
No!

Him
Why not?

Her
Because I don’t need anyone. I can do it all my own, and I’m proving it.

Him
You’re proving nothing except that you’re a hard headed brat. That attitude won’t get you anywhere except where you don’t want to be.

Her
I don’t need you or anyone telling me what I’m doing right, where I’m going to be in life, or how I’m going to feel about it! Just let me go! Let me figure things out for myself, make my own mistakes, live my own freakin’ life!

Him
Just like that. That’s how you’re going to be to ME?

Her
You’re just like everyone else.


Him
You against the world, huh? Two sides, black and white, no grey areas. I thought I was that grey area, the connection between you and the world. The only one who could help you see and understand the world, the middle man, the teacher and helper. I’m your brother. Family and friend.

Her
That doesn’t mean anything.

Him
I don’t know what “phase” you’re in right now, but it better change soon because I refuse to see you continue the path you’re headed.

Her
Whatever.

Him
(Cringes)
    I’m going to leave you alone, but you better relax and meditate yourself to a balanced state. When you do, I hope you’ll come back inside, apologize to everyone for your outburst, and explain your real problems, whatever they may be. I’m sure Mom has already cleaned up the mess you made during your outburst. I mean, Aunt Faye was offering money to help you go to college. Once you go through college, graduate, and start the real world like I did, then you’ll realize how stupid you were to yell, throw meat loaf across the room, and then storm out of the house.

    (She turns her head away)

Him
Wow, the colder shoulder. Well, you have fun and I’m gonna see if Aunt Faye will give me the money instead, so I can pay for my student loans.

    (He walks off)

(She sits and thinks a second, groans, and goes after him)

Her
Wait!

    (He Stops and turns)

Her
I just feel like I need to prove myself, and be independent. I am stubborn to the max, and at times I’m like talking to a brick wall. I’m sorry, it is who I am to some extent, but I’m also on my period, and off my bi-polar medication, so, yeah, sorry.

    (He smiles, shakes his head, and puts his arm around her shoulder to guide her back in the house)

Him
See, I knew there was something. I’m sure you can even explain that to them, they’ll understand. Trust me. And I’ll see about getting you that medication tomorrow.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Waiting on an Angel

      
                 This is a colder and darker night than usual for Alex Webber. He sits on the bed with his bare feet on the cold, dirty wooden floor. The lights in the house are out. He stares glumly out the window behind him, watching the rain. The dim gloomy skylight washes through the window, which is the only light in the house.
            He listens to the rain hitting on the tin roof, going down the gutter, and flowing with the rest of the water on the ground. He can almost hear the water as it races down the window, connecting together, then separating, but the water moves so smoothly that he couldn’t possibly hear that much.
            A flash of purple lightning brings color into his dark world only for a moment. He enjoys the rain; the rain fits the way he is feels.
            He can’t help but think about how wonderful it would be to have a companion. Someone to be right next to him, to hold, lie with, and talk the rain away. It’s easy to get through dreary rainy days when you have someone to help. He can usually not think about being lonely by going out and doing things, but days like this makes it impossible. The warmth and comfort of a female body would make this day more uplifting. The female body is beautiful all in itself. The curves, the skin, eyes to the soul, the whole formation is appealing. It's pure, organic, natural art.
            “It’s getting to me.”
            He's carried away in his thoughts. The loneliness has taken hold of him. Trying to get his mind elsewhere, he turns on the radio. Maybe some noise will help. He leans over to the radio, switches it on, and lays back on the bed. The guitar softly and slowly plays, and the singer sings with deep sincerity.
            “Waiting on an angel. Wanting to carry me home. I hope you come and see me soon, cause I don’t wanna go alone…So be kind to a stranger, cause you’ll never know it just might be an angel come knocking at your door. I’m waiting on an angel to find myself a resting place in my angel’s arms…”
            The song is called Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper. It begins to toy with Alex’s head. The words could mean that he is waiting for an angel to carry him to Heaven when he dies. It could mean that he is waiting on an angel to hold in his arms. He doesn’t want to die alone. So, he needs that companion, his own angel to love and hold.
            His head begins to race with thoughts of the past women in his life. He has loved many women, but has yet to claim love to one. He reminisces about being with the women, looking at them with loving eyes, speaking to them in a loving way, thinking and feeling love, but love has never been returned. He waits on his one to come, like stories of princesses waiting for their prince charming, he waits for his beauty queen, or his angel.
            He begins to sulk even more than before. He can’t contain his thoughts and feelings. He wants and needs love in his life. Thinking about it only makes things worse. He jumps up and turns off the radio. If he was to continue to listen to that, he would probably kill himself; he wouldn’t, but it would cross his mind for five seconds. The song was good, but he is trying to not think about that subject.
            The mind switches to another subject and he begins to think of how life can tend to be ironic. For instance, if you get a twenty dollar bill and hold it in front of you with Jackson facing you. Fold the bill lengthwise, like a hot dog, with the bottom coming up. Then, hold both index fingers and place them on the each side of the center, and fold the ends up for a point at the bottom. You should have a half square at the top, and a triangle at the bottom. Now, look at the bill, you can see what looks like the twin towers with smoke coming from the exact places that the towers were hit. Is that ironic?
            Ironic that it’s actually there? Ironic that someone sat somewhere and figured that out? The bill was that way before 9/11. Someone found something from the past that, somewhat, predicted the future. How does this happen? All of these bring up the question of life itself, not as an irony, but the actual act of life. Is life planned? Is there a pattern? Can you find the future to everything by folding money, or something of similarity?
            His mental attention continues to jump around various subjects. He never gets to finish a complete thought. As his mind wanders, thinks, and dreams, he gets tired and falls asleep. He can now sleep the rain away, and dream his troubles off.
          
            The next day, the sun shines brightly through the window. The brightest spot from the window shines right in his eyes. The room begins to become very heated. He lies in the bed under the covers and starts to feel like a pig in a blanket baking in the oven. He shoves the covers off of him, groans, and gets out of bed.
            Today is going to be a glorious day for him. He gets to relax and do whatever he wants, but he has to get out of the house and be around people. He still has lonely thoughts in the back of his head, but he needs to do something fun to change his mind.
            He does his daily routine, and then decides to take his dog for a walk through the park. He leashes the dog and they walk out the door. He stops once he is outside to feel the weather. The sun beats warmly on his face. He can feel his body absorbing bursts of energy. He smiles and takes a deep breath, locks his door, and heads down the stairs to the ground that will take him out to the world.
          
            They get to the park and Max, the dog, is extremely excited. He begins to pull on the leash because he wants to get there quicker. They walk down the hill at the park to the trail that goes for miles. It is a very pleasant day. The sun shines, the breeze blows, the birds chirp, nothing can make him feel gloomy today.
            They walk a few minutes and Alex begins to look around at the people. He notices a couple sitting on a bench holding each other. He watches another couple walk down the path in front of him smiling and holding hands. He observes a third couple playing on the ground with their dog. There seems to be couples all over the park.
            Alex continues to smile and walk his path. He gets a bit choked up about the situation, but he refuses to let it get to him. He looks straight at the path he is walking, and doesn’t look anywhere else. In doing so, he runs into someone on the path. They bump, and quickly try to gain their composer. He tries to apologize to her, but begins to stutter. He sees that she is a gorgeous woman who just so happens to be walking her dog alone.
            “Oh! Sorry, I uh… I wasn’t paying... I was going...I didn’t see you there. Not that I couldn’t see you there. I mean I like seeing you, you’re very attractive, not like your invisible. So, I didn’t want you to think…I don’t know why I just told you that.”
 He says trying to figure himself out and then finally snaps, and holds out his hand,
            “ Hi! I’m Alex Webber. Sorry for running into you.”
She smiles and giggles a little,
            “It’s ok, I wasn’t paying attention either. No harm done.”
She takes his hand and shakes it,
            “I’m Faye Tate.”
He smiles genuinely,
            “Nice to meet you.”
            While they were talking their dogs begin to play and get all four of them tangled. They clumsily start to get everything un-tangled and laugh along the way. The dogs continue to play right in the middle of the un-tangling, and it makes things worse.  It’s very amusing to watch these two try to fix the disaster. They get everything undone and hold their dogs close.
    “Maybe we should go before that happens again.”
She says suddenly while holding her dog.
            “Yeah, maybe so.”
He says dryly. He doesn’t want to leave her. He was enjoying himself, but she probably has better things to do.
            “Well, nice to meet you. Hope you have fun walking your dog.”
She says as she pulls the dog along.
            “Nice to meet you. Watch where you’re going from now on. You could really hurt someone with your looks…”
He says in a joking way and then snaps,
            “Leash! Hurt someone with your leash. That’s what I meant to say.”
He feels like complete crap. She smiles sweetly,
            “Thanks, you too.”
Then, she walks off with her dog.
            “You too?”
He says to himself.
            “Does that mean she thinks I’m attractive?”
He shakes his head and tries not to think about the situation, and continues down the path he was walking before he ran into her. Once reaching the top of the hill he sits at the bench that rests there, pets his dog, and watches the people all over the park. Everyone seems very happy and are enjoying themselves. He does this for a few minutes, and then starts to walk back home.

            After getting home, he relaxes. After about an hour, Alex starts to get hungry and finds that he has nothing to eat at home. He puts Max in his kennel, and leaves to go eat.
            He gets to the restaurant and is seated. While he is walking to his seat he looks around, and what do you think he sees? That it’s a great day for people to come to this restaurant for their date. Couples are at several tables spread about the building. They all talk, laugh, and smile at each other. He can tell that he is going to be eating quickly today.
            He sits at his table, and waits alone. After a few moments his waitress comes. His waitress just so happens to be the girl from the park.
            “Oh hey! How are you?”
He says surprisingly.
            “Well isn’t this a small world. How was the rest of your walk?”
She says with a smile.
            “It was nice; I didn’t stay too much longer. What about you?”
            “I was leaving to go home and get ready to come here. I haven’t had much else today. So, what would you like to drink?”
            The conversation was over and now it’s time for her to focus on her job. He felt like he was in a very awkward position. He wants to talk to her, but this isn’t the right place or time. He wants a second chance to not seem like a fool, but this wasn’t the best way to go about it.
            “I’ll just have a glass of tea.”
He says like any other customer would.
            “Okay, it will be right out.”
            After sitting there for a while he gets anxious, and upset about seeing couples together. He feels uncomfortable so he gets up to go to the bathroom, but as he is scooching out of the booth, he runs into the waitress. She lets out a high pitch shriek as she stumbles and dumps the tray all over herself. On the bright side, all that was spilled were drinks.
            “Hey I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you coming…I…Uh…Are you okay? Of course you’re okay, I mean it’s just liquid, ice, and stuff, but…I’m sorry.”
He just keeps repeating himself and stuttering the whole time. He feels awful about the whole thing.
 “It’s okay, you just scared me.”
She says calmly,
             “Like you said, just liquid, ice, and stuff, right?”
“Yeah…”
He says with a goofy grin on his face. He can’t get over how cute she is, and can’t stop smiling.
            He continues to finish helping her clean up. Everything was alright, but he still felt terrible. He tried talking to her, and maybe asking her out, but that’s probably awkward to do in that situation. So, he stayed shy and reserved away from her. He had to spill everything on her, just his luck.
            He finishes eating, meanwhile, feeling like the biggest person in the room, or the ugliest, due to everyone looking at him. He eats faster, throws the money on the table ,and runs out the door.
            “Damn it!”
            He says panting his lungs out after running two blocks over. Then, he begins to wonder why the hell he ran all that way. He actually ran out of the restaurant, and down two blocks, just to get out of that situation as fast as possible. Pathetic.
            It’s beginning to get dark outside. He can see the baby blue horizon, just before the rainbow colors fill the sky. He decides to go home and call it a day.
            He gets home and settles. After a few hours, rain comes out of nowhere. There is a knock at the door. He gets up and goes to the door, opens it, and there stands the waitress from earlier. She is soaked and standing on his porch with the rain pouring behind her.
“Hi, I’m sorry, but my car broke down in front of your house. Can I use your phone?’
            “Oh, yes of course come in, get dry.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re the waitress from earlier aren’t you?”
He blurts out.
“You’re the guy who spilled all the drinks on me today.’
Saying with a convicting tone.
            “I had to pay for all of that!”
“I’m very sorry. I haven’t had a good day, and it just happened. It was an accident.”
            She explains she had a bad day as well. She changes into some of his dry clothes, and they sit and talk for a while. They really hit it off.
            Later, she calls a friend to come bring her home. The friend comes and waits outside in the car. He lends her his umbrella until they meet again.
            “Thanks for helping. I’ll come back tomorrow to look at the car.”
            “Not a problem. I’m willing to help after running into you so many times today.”
            “Yeah, I guess there was a reason.”
He laughs,
            “Yeah.”
            “Well, it was great talking to you. Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow?”        
            “Sure, I should be here.”
            “Okay, well thanks again. Bye”
            “Bye.”
She walks out into the rain, gets in the car, and leaves. He watches her while smiling. He finally talked to someone, and didn't feel alone. There is something special about her, but isn't sure what. Either way, he's happier than he's felt in years, and very much looking forward to tomorrow.

            The next morning Alex is extremely energized and very upbeat. He wakes up early with plenty of sleep, eats some oatmeal, and has a smoothie and coffee. He takes Max out for a walk around the neighborhood, and greets many people along the way. He takes second glances all around him because everything seems different. The town has a different light with a better perspective.
            “So, this is how couples feel all the time. It's nice."
          
            Later, when he arrives home he sees Faye in his driveway with someone at the car with her. He walks over to them,
             “Hey, what's going on?"
            “Hey, just looking over the car to find out what's wrong. This is my uncle, he's a mechanic."
            “Nice to meet you."
Her uncle says with a scratchy redneck voice.
            “Hi. So, what's wrong?"
Her uncle spits out some dip, and responds,
            “Well, looks like a whole mess of trouble. You got a dead battery, out of gas, and a radiator leak. I can get your gas and battery, and get it running at least, but we gotta look into fixing that radiator before you get bigger problems."
            “Well, let's get as much done as we can. I don't want to have to worry about this, and I gotta work later."
She turns to Alex,
             “Do you mind if the car stays here for a while longer? We should be back at 5 o' clock to get it out of the way."
            “Sure, no problem at all. I got and appointment at 4, and should be back here by then to help if you need it."
            “Okay, well, thank you. We're gonna get going and get it done."
            “Alright, well I'll see ya in a bit."
Faye and her uncle get into his heavy duty truck and drive off.
            As Alex is leaving his house for his appointment, he notices his neighbor throwing away dead flowers in the can at the street. As he passes by,
            “Awww, I bet they were very pretty. What was the occasion?"
She responds,
            “Our anniversary. I don't know why he gets flowers. It's not practical; they're just going to die soon anyway. Everything always dies."
Alex's eyes get a little watery,
            “Well, you know it's all about enjoying the beauty as much as you can while it's there."
            “Well aren't your glasses rosy."
            “It's not about seeing the world in rose colored glasses. It's about stopping just to smell them."
            “Yeah, whatever."
She blows him off and walks sluggishly to the house. Alex shrugs, smiles, and continues to walk.

Alex is in the doctor's office, who has just examined him,
            “I'm sorry son. There's just no way to stop it, or even slow it down."
            “But I feel great today."
            “Something good happen recently?"
            “Yeah."
            “Meet a girl?"
            “Yeah..."
            “Mind over matter son, that's all."
            “Well, can't I just think I feel great all the time, and that will get rid of this thing?"
            “Sorry, doesn't quite work like that, my boy."
            “So, how long?"
            “Few months. No more than a year."
            “Damn."
            “I know. That's life though. Dying happens to the best of us."
            “It's all about how you enjoy it."
            “That's right. Make the best of it and enjoy yourself."
The Doctor pats him on the shoulder, and then decides to give him a hug,
            “I'd need a drink if I were you."
            “Yeah, thanks."
The doctor leaves, and Alex sits there silently drooping his head. He starts to cry a bit, and then hugs himself.

            Alex is walking home and hears birds chirping, feels the cool breeze, and reminisces about all the good, fun times in his childhood and growing up: dressing up for Halloween as a ninja turtle, making cookies and popcorn balls with his mom, high school graduation, parties at college with people dressed up, having great times dancing the night away, traveling to the mountains covered with flowers, and traveling to great cities across the ocean; like Venice, Dublin, and Paris. These were amazingly happy times that he will never forget. He still wishes he had someone to share all those moments with, but maybe he can finish his life sharing some great new times.
            As he thinks about Faye a smile comes to him. All the smiles are the same, and therefore, she has to be the one to share some happy times with him. It's a sign that they are meant to be with one another.
            He gets close to his house and he sees her leaning on her car with her arms crossed. He shouts, waves, and starts to run to her. She stands up, looks at him wide eyed, and with a saddened look. As he reaches the road he notices the look on her face, and gets a bit concerned. As he reaches the middle of the road there is tire squeal. Alex turns his head to see a car coming around the corner quickly, and it loses control. Alex is in a state of shock and has no time to get out of the way. Faye screams his name as he gets hit by the car. He rolls over the hood, hits the windshield, and stumbles over the side of the roof. The car hits a pole and the driver flies out of the windshield.
            Faye runs over to Alex, gets down, holds him, and cries. Alex is still coherent, but is not in pain.
            “I'm sorry." She says.
            “You didn't do this. I was going to die anyway. Everything has too, right?"
            “I'm sorry it happened to you like this. You're a great person, and you don't deserve this. That's why I'm here."
He gives a confused concerned look, then she says,
            “I'm an angel of mercy sent to help you leave painlessly, and grant your wish. You’re not going to die alone."
Alex smiles and begins to breathe heavy and fast,
            “Thank you."
            “I love you."
She says smiling and staring into his wide eyes.
            A stranger was his angel, come to carry him home. He waits no longer for his angel because he found his resting place in his angel’s arms. That’s all he wanted.
            Her smile gets brighter, and then she starts to gleam. Her skin, face, her whole body is glowing with a gold and white shine. A light comes from the Heavens through spiraling colorful clouds, and it serves as a spotlight over them. Beautiful big angel wings slowly come from her back and spread out wide and the two of them begin to rise above the world together.