Danny loved football. His dad bought him a football for Christmas when he was five years old and he loved the game ever since. Danny took the football everywhere he went. It didn’t matter if he was in the shower or in his bed; his football was right there with him. The only place he could not take it was to school. Danny did not like going to school; the kids there did not like him for some reason. They called him weird and strange, so during recess, he learned to play by himself. He would run around, pretending he had his football in his arms, running for the game winning touchdown. The other kids would always laugh at him but it didn’t bother Danny, he just kept running.
One day, during gym class, the gym teacher gathered the students to play football. The teacher selected two team captains to pick classmates for their teams. The two popular jocks quickly picked the biggest and strongest-looking girls and boys first. One by one, each student rejoiced as their names were called. Finally, Danny was the last person standing. Knowing his inevitable decision, the last captain shook his head and called Danny’s name. Danny was instructed to stand in the back as the other kids moved into position to defend the other team. Carelessly, he ran to the back, eager and focused on playing the game he loved so much. Danny didn’t care that no one wanted to pick him; all he cared about was playing football.
The very first play, the quarterback threw a deep pass down the sidelines. The player covering the wide receiver fell down, leaving Danny as the team’s last line of defense. Danny ran towards the ball that seemed to be floating in the air. The wide receiver misjudged the ball and jumped too early. The ball sailed over him and landed right into the arms of Danny. Danny’s eyes grew big as the other team began to run towards him. He started to remember all of the days he practiced catching the ball and running for touchdowns at recess. Danny took off; he dodged and sprinted past everyone until he reached the end zone where his team comforted and cheered for him.
Danny was never the “popular” one or even seen as valuable but Danny the forgotten pick, now the pick that will never to be forgotten again.
A young, single mother of two sits in her car and prays. She is afraid. She fears that she will not be able to feed her kids. She can't take the looks of pity and disgust she receives from family members when she asks for help. Their giving is more harmful to her soul than what she receives in return. She prays but her tears keep her voice silent.
Her eyes open and immediately connect with the two angels in her backseat. She wipe away her tears and she smiles at them. The mother now feels at peace. Her situation has not changed but she has.
Anne sat on her porch, drawing the sky. She was an aspiring artist that had a fascination for nature and most importantly, the sky. She often sat on the porch alone, creating from the inspiration from above. There was nothing more enjoyable to her than drawing. However, her love for it was not admired by the ones she loved. Her mother wanted her to focus on her chores and homework, so Anne would rush and get them done so she could get to her porch. Her father wanted her to be a musician like him, so she took lessons every week to please him. No one saw her as an artist. They liked her drawings but didn’t see a future in it. Despite her lack of support, Anne knew in her heart, no matter the odds, that she was going to be an artist.
A neighbor was walking by one day and saw Anne as she looked up at the sky. The old man was amused by her awe. He had not looked up at the sky like that in a long time, nor seen anyone marvel it the way she did. He remembered that he used to count the stars while lying in the grass as a child. He would dream of traveling the world. His dream actually became his reality as he traveled across the world, meeting wonderful people along the way. He looked at Anne and knew she was different; her joy made him want to dream again. He walked up to her determined to find out more about this girl.
He asked, “What do you see?”
She was startled; no one usually speaks to her when she is drawing. She looked at the old man.
“I see… I see Love. I see beauty. Everyday I sit here, trying to capture the beauty but it escapes me,” she responded.
“May I take a look?” the old man asked, as he noticed her notebook.
She gave him the pad and as he opened it, his eyes widened. He was blown away by her talent. In all of his traveling, he had never seen such beautiful art.
“This is amazing.”
Anne was surprised; she wasn’t used to getting a reaction from anyone.
“Thank you, I am trying to become an artist but I don’t know if I can,” Anne said.
“What do you mean?” the old man replied.
“My parents want me to be someone else. They don’t understand how much I love drawing and they don’t see it in my future,” said Anne.
The old man stopped her, “Young lady, you can’t be anything other than who you are; and you are definitely an artist. You are the greatest artist I have ever seen. Regardless of what others say, you still draw. I can tell, you can’t escape it and I believe in you.”
The words cause tears to fill Anne’s eyes. He noticed her and she felt loved; the feeling was wonderful. The old man was emotional too as his heart was moved by her gift. He pulled out his checkbook, signed a check and handed it to Anne, “This is for you.” He continued, “Promise me one thing; that you will never stop using your gift. Carry this wherever you go; if you ever need it, you can cash it for whatever amount.” The old man remembered a time when he was her age, “Many years ago, I was given a similar check when a gentleman saw my gift of writing. He instructed me to do the same thing and I have traveled the world ever since. I have been writing in many beautiful cities and I still have the check he gave to me; I have not needed it yet.” He said, pulling out the check to show her. “Young lady, the world is yours, now go and discover it.” He turned and walked away, smiling and admiring the sky all the way home.
Anne held the check and a burst of confidence filled her. She put the check in her pocket and decided at that moment, that she was an artist; and the world, her canvas.
When Hope Finds a Way
A young couple sits in darkness in their living room. The electricity was turned off today. Despite both of them working, they have been struggling to pay their bills. The money isn’t enough to maintain the lives they chose to live, so, they reflect in the darkness. They can’t watch television or check their social media accounts, nor do they have money to go to a hotel. They are stuck with each other and their thoughts. Alec wanted to blame his wife for their situation. Rachel had maxed out her credit cards shopping with her friends. She was trying to keep up the appearances with them, knowing she knew she didn’t have the means to pay it back. Even still, in her mind, her husband is the one that should have managed their finances better. Her thoughts were on the two expensive cars Alec bought them. Unable to reconcile their thoughts, darkness wins.
As shame begins to rest on both of them, they hear a knock at the door. Alec opens the door but sees no one. When he looks down, he sees a package on the ground. Rachel anxiously waits as he opens it and at the bottom of this package, they find two scented candles and a lighter inside. There is also a fresh baked loaf of bread and water in the package as well. A small note reads: "I saw that your electricity got turned off and I made this package for you. My husband and I have been in your shoes. Years ago, I remember sitting in the darkness of our home, wondering how it got so bad. I wanted to blame my husband until we received a package like the one I am giving you. It is the package of ‘hope.’ When we wanted to give up, the package came and brought us together. We realized we made mistakes but those mistakes didn’t have to define our life. We knew we could make better choices and learn to handle life better. It was put on my heart to give you this package and encourage you. Blessings, Your Neighbor."
Tears filled both of their eyes as they embraced each other and shut the door. In spite of the shame and guilt that was on them, hope found a place in their hearts. They sat together in their living room, now under the warm glow of candles and began getting to know each other once again. As the sun began to shine, the light brightened, not only in their room but in their hearts. Hope had come and changed their lives forever.
The Perfect Train
Annabelle is excited. Today is the day she gets to travel to the “big city.” She has dreamt of being a star her whole life. She bought her train ticket and is trying to patiently wait for her train at the station. Annabelle is watching as people of all ages get onto their scheduled trains. She sees their smiles and it makes her even more anxious to get to the “big city.” A small, simple train stops right in front of her; it’s called the Train of Patience. She doesn’t recall needing to board that train so she tells the conductor it’s not her train. Not much longer after, another train comes: the Train of Hope. Annabelle is not looking for hope, she wants fame and fortune, so she tells the conductor, again, that it’s not her train and she continues to wait. As she waits, Annabelle imagines her Train of Fame and Fortune; large, flashy, exciting and nothing like the plain trains she’s seen so far. Four more trains come through, the Train of Love, Determination, Compassion, and Good Will. Each train comes through the station for all who are in need of its destination. Annabelle rejects every single train because she is still waiting for her train of Fame and Fortune. She can’t imagine why people would want to get aboard these small, rusted, boring trains. She has waited long enough for her time to shine; what are a few more hours?
Annabelle sits and daydreams on the bench of expectation about her train. It is plush, comfortable and it serves the finest of foods and beverages. There are dancers, singers, comedians, entertainers and other public figures. She can’t wait; she knows her train is going to be perfect. As Annabelle adjusts her legs to keep them from falling asleep, she notices that she is alone. The once, busy, loud and exciting train station, is now quiet and barren. Everyone had found a train but her. The sun has passed, now giving way to darkness. Annabelle looks at her ticket, broken but still holding out hope that her train will come. Suddenly, she sees a light coming down the train tracks. A loud, majestic horn blows as it approaches the station. She bursts with excitement, the train is getting closer and all she can notice is how breathtaking it looks. It is better than she could have ever imagined. The beautiful train stops in front of her. As she smiles at the conductor, he announces, “This is the final train dear, please board.” Annabelle reads her ticket and she looks at the train’s name. Her heart sinks as the conductor takes her ticket, closes the doors behind her and pulls off. The train leaves the station, taking Annabelle and her dreams to their final destination. The conductor announces, “We hope you had a chance to take advantage of every train that was presented to you. You are now aboard your final train, destination: Death.”
A nurse, Jill, stands by the bedside of the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. The CEO, John, hired Jill to take care of him when he was diagnosed with cancer. John was a fighter. He never took ‘no’ for an answer and he refused to let this disease stop him from working either. So, he took his meds and hired Jill to make sure he was able to do his work.
John’s job was his life; he had never had time for a wife or children, but as he was confined to his bed, he longed for a family. He had all he could ever imagine. Two houses, a yacht and a garage full of cars, but his possessions were silent. They were empty and could not fill the void of connection. He looked into Jill's eyes and saw a strong woman; one that loved her job. She listened and was very compassionate towards him. He thought about how he would be mean to people like Jill when he was at the top of his game. He would play off of their emotions just to pad his pockets. He thought about all the pain he caused in his life for a profit that could not even get him out of his bed now. No money could defeat the disease that was eating away at him inside. He was dying and he knew it and was afraid that no one would remember him. He was afraid that his work would be forgotten and his life replaced by someone as heartless as he was.
Jill looked at John and saw a broken man; a man that was so strong before but now dependent on another person for help. Jill took his hand and said, "Everything will be alright. You will see." Her smile touched John in places he never felt before. He felt loved. He knew all of his mistakes and the hurt he caused for many, however, in that moment he felt none of it mattered. He was loved in spite of his actions. Tears fell down his face and his lips curled up as he whispered, "Thank you.” A weight lifted off of his shoulders, taking with it, shame and hurt; leaving in its wake, love and peace. He closed his eyes and fell asleep crossing between worlds with the words: everything will be alright, leading the way.
A class sits in silence as they listen to their principal share the chilling news that their algebra teacher had just been shot and killed by the police. Silent tears fall on hollow hearts.
A girl thinks about the time she needed help with an assignment and Mr. Brooks took time after class to help her, but she didn't to say thank you. A boy thinks of the time Mr. Brooks stopped two boys from bullying him because he did have expensive basketball shoes on.
In shock the silence is deafening. The principal sits down overwhelmed. In the midst of sorrow a boy stands up in front of the class and speaks.
"Mr Brooks deserved better. He was a good man. They killed not only a good person they killed a hero. They deserve to die but that is not what Mr. Brooks would want. He would want us to keep fighting for ourselves. To keep beating the odds. To love the unlovable. That is his legacy. That is his message he shared with us every day which we refused to listen to. We refused to do our homework or study for a test. We refused to be kind to each other. We refused to be kind to ourselves. He fought for us because he believe in us. We didn't appreciate it but I do now. I see now in spite of my anger Mr. Brooks love has reached my heart."
Fighting back tears he continues.
Mr. Brooks loved us. Now it is time to love ourselves. We must fight for hope of a better future. We must not let his death end in silence. We must be his voice now. WE must do the work now. All of us have lost someone in this war. We need each other. We need to be heard. We will be heard.
The boy takes a knee as his classmates surround him. In silence their voice shakes heaven.
There was a young man that just graduated from college with a degree in philosophy. He wanted to become a college professor in the field. One day he met a young lady at a coffee house. She was beautiful and he saw her reading the book As A Man Thinketh by James Allen. Uncharacteristically he asked her if he could join her. She smiled.
A year later the young couple are engaged to be married and on the advice of the bride to be's father they were in need of premarital counseling. The office was quiet and peaceful and an older man walked into the room with a warm smile and greeted the couple. The couple relax as their anxiety of the session flees. The old man sat down and looked at the couple in silence then said
"Do you know why you are here?"
Unsure of what he was asking they didn't respond. The old man said
"What I mean is do you believe in destiny?"
Confused even more the couple stared at each other as if to say what did we get ourselves into. Seeing their confusion the old man laughed.
"Do you believe that Love brought you here?"
The young man grinned and said
"Yes, of course."
The old man nodded his head then said
"Good, then I can help you. Believing in God is the foundation that will make your marriage a success."
The young man jaw tightened
"I don't believe in God. I believe we get out of life what we put in. God does not determine what I do or who I marry. I do."
The old man sat back into his chair and looked at the young lady. He waited for her to respond. She took her time then said
"I believe in God and I believe Love has brought us here too."
Surprised by her response. Her fiance said
"You never told me you believed in God."
"You never asked."
The old man interrupted them
"Now we can begin.."
The couple sat in a car unsure what the future holds for them. Things were not as simple as they imagined. Their differences seemed irreconcilable. The young man loved her with a love he never had for anyone else. But how can he accept her beliefs in God when he knew she was wrong. How could they move forward when they were headed in different directions? Nevertheless they decided to meet with the marriage counselor one more time. After the last session which ended abruptly, they were both curious to see what the counselor had to offer them. The couple had barely talked since the session and neither knew what the other was thinking.
As they sat down in the counselor's office. They saw a puzzle on a desk in front of them with a note "complete me". The young woman immediately started to work on the puzzle. The young man watched as she is completely engaged with doing the puzzle. She was making light work of the puzzle and it appeared she would finish without the help of her partner. She has used every piece but the puzzle was not complete; there are 3 pieces that didn't fit. She was frustrated and thoughts of their engagement and how complicated it has gotten came to the surface. The young man saw her frustrated and started to try to force the pieces in to place to help her. It was not working no matter how hard he pushed the pieces didn't connect. In desperation the young man asked his fiance to hold one piece as he held another and they would place their individual pieces around the last piece. She agreed to and when they did, miraculously the puzzle is complete and they smiled and embraced.
As soon as they completed it the old man walked into the office looking at the completed puzzle and said
"Now you are ready to get married."
In disbelief the young man said
"But we have not even started our session. You have not given us a chance to work out our differences or given us any guidance."
The old man pointed at the puzzle and said
"You worked out your differences right there. You see, no matter how hard one of you tried the puzzle could not be complete without you working together. You were holding a piece that only you could connect. When it is connected all the rough edges disappear and all that remains is a beautiful complete puzzle. You walked into my office as individuals but like this puzzle you will become one. When you tried to connect your pieces together it didn't fit. It was not until you both connected to the last piece; one on each side that you were able to complete the puzzle. What do you think that last piece is symbolic of?"
The young man eyes widened and he said
"Yes, God! You see, You believe in God because you love her. God is love. Without Love you will not be able to connect with your fiance on a deeper level. It is Love that will keep you and it is Love that will complete you. Your love for each other will overflow into everything that you are connected to. You are no longer at odds because of love. Without love you would not be able to become who you are meant to be."
The young couple smiled and embraced again as they thanked the counselor. Their session has ended but their life together had just begun. A life of many ups and downs but one lived together.
With Open Arms
As I slip into deep sleep.
My mind ponders the events that just happened.
Could it possibly be any worse?
All that I have been is lost in a moment.
All that I have possessed taken in an instant.
Is this the end?
Will I live again?
Will I be released from the sleep that has captured me?
If I could just live again.
I would be different and not conform to the world that I just left.
As I reflect on who I was.
I realize that who I have been is not who I am.
The life that I lived was no more than a mask covering the real me.
What has happened was not to kill me but to reveal me.
a girl sits in silence
hoping to be seen
by a boy.
Reality awakes her
loneliness displaces her
carving ink onto trees
she is brought to her knees
stroking his ego
he comes and goes
darkness shuts the door.
a girl sits in silence
hoping to be seen
by a boy.