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A Writer's Den: November 2010

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Change You Can Believe In

The 2010 elections are now over. So what does this mean for you, the American people?  

This means there will be no more name calling, snarky phrases, finger wagging, or last minute scandals— until tomorrow, of course.

This means you can stop screening your calls. But beware that the end of robocalls means someone (your kid, your dog, your mom) will be pretty upset that they are no longer allowed to answer your phone anymore.

This means those amateur television commercials will disappear. So no more back to back political advertisements saying the same exact thing, as if you didn’t see or hear how horrible they were the first time.

This means no more listening to the radio when your favorite politician is talking to you, and you hollering back “get the bleep off my radio!” or “play some bleeping music!”

This means there will be no more preaching politics from the pulpit on Sundays.

This means your neighbors will finally remove those awful campaign signs.

This means no more reducing the history of your state to red and blue colors.

This means those promises you heard during election season, will officially become lies tomorrow.

These may not have been the changes you were looking for, but you have just experienced change we can all believe in.

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Monday, November 01, 2010

Why Me?

I’ve spent most of my life wondering, why me?

Why didn’t I grow up in a house with a wrap around porch and a white picket fence? You know the ones in small towns with tree lined streets.

Why did I have to work so hard? I should have been playing, enjoying my childhood.

Why did I have to grow up so fast, experiencing things well beyond my years? I only wish time would have slowed down so I could have savored the moments.

Why did he walk out of my life voluntarily, while others were snatched away from me so soon?

I have been taught to never question You, but I must ask why me?

Why not you, my child? Who are you to question Me?

Do you not believe that I know what is best?

See, I love all my children.

Some of you are weak. And some of you are strong.

Although you wonder about these things, I know you already know the answer. Yes, I’m sure you already know where you belong.

You had no house and no picket fence. But I gave you a home filled with love.

You worked hard, but you now know the true meaning of sacrifice and responsibility.

You say you grew up fast, but I’ve shown you time is promised to no one. So I hoped you’ve learned to live like there is no tomorrow.

Your father walked out of your life, but I made sure he returned. If only for a little while.

You say others were snatched away so soon, but shall I remind you that in your heart they will always stay.

So the next time you ask yourself, why me?—

My daughter, you already know the answer.

Why not you?

credit: pepo @ sxc.hu/pepo

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