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She stood at the top of the forty-story building. It was cold up there. Looking outwards, the city was an endless sea of gray. Dull gray. It seemed to mock the reflection of her life, which was messy, jumbled, and unorganized, anything other than dull. The city streets crossed each other at ninety degree angles and kept on straight paths until the end of the earth. Buildings hugged the clouds and were home to endless dreary windows framing the faces of the many mindless drones working in their going-nowhere jobs. The only color that emerged from the vast scene of ordinary was the yellow of the taxi cabs, stopped dead in traffic. Everywhere.
The wind whipped her hair in all directions. It came in big bursts, and the frigid force slapped her across the face. By this, her tears were shoved into her skin the second they poured from her eyes. Short, choppy breaths managed to escape her trembling lips. The tips of her fingers tingled with anxiety and her toes flirted with the edge. They started to barely peek over towards the ground, toward the plummet.
Her head slightly peered over her toes to see how far she’d fall. The pavement was an eternity away, and it was dizzying to see. It was even more difficult for her to fathom what it would finally be like. To fly, to escape, her chains would be broken and she would be free. It was absolutely terrifying.
Her entire being swayed with the atmosphere. Even the hairs on her arms stood up to join in. Every nerve in her tiny body seemed to dance to the music of fear. Yet she was ready. Her stomach continued to turn as she waited, just waited for the moment. She had done everything possible to prepare herself and all that was left was to wait for her final breath.
Her eyes glazed over and she began to stare blankly ahead of her at the dismal horizon. Slowly, the sharp buildings blurred into one another, and then into the sky itself. She eventually saw nothing beyond gray. Then the blue of her eyes completely disappeared beneath her eyelids. Her lashes kissed and refused to let go. Inhaling through her nose, she could smell the exhaust from the crowded street below. Her ears let in the standard city noises: car horns, kids yelling, couples fighting. The disasters of everyday life. It was a beautiful, chaotic soundtrack. The perfect commotion to have your life ended to.
Her toes started trickling farther away from the safety of the concrete. Her heels creeped slowly forward and her arches cuddled with the corner beneath them. Rising wind licked the souls of her feet and dared her to jump, dared her to join it. But she stood still, save her rocking body.
A quick pain nudged at her heart, willing her to just go. Following, she seemed to feel a jab at her back, forcing her to inch forward a tiny bit more. She was nearly to the point of toppling over by herself, with no effort needed. She was so close. She could taste the open skies, but she could also taste the pain at the bottom. There would be a moment of freedom, then the scream of strangers, the abrupt collision with the road, the destruction of her body. With her body would go her life and everything she had attempted to build up in it. Thinking back to her poorly decorated, lonely, single apartment, she realized she didn’t have that much to lose anyways.
Her neck had no desire to exempt any more effort, and her head fell backwards. Her chin pointed to the sky, as if its last attempt to cry out for anything greater. Anything to save her. There was no answer.
Her short, choppy breaths transformed into deeper, steadier ones. Her teeth opened for each one, and her lips fluttered as they swept by. She still shook with each intake. Her heart raced faster as her mind swallowed the fact that the time was getting nearer. She had no other options. Any minute now, the strength would be found and down she would go. Ironically, halfway off a skyscraper, living her last seconds of life, she personally had never felt stronger.
At this, she started to look comfortable. So it was then that I pushed her.
“How was school today?” I asked my youngest daughter as she walked in the door.
The sad look on her face and in her eyes gave me the answer before she spoke these words: “Why doesn’t anyone want to be my friend?”
After two years in our small town we had begun to know a few people. Yet even though Amee had already spent those years with the same group of students no one from her class chose to get to know her and become her friend. Amee walked to and from school alone. She played alone at recess and ate alone at lunch since no one in her class wanted her around. No one picked her to be on their team in gym class or for class projects. There were no after-school homework groups or fun times, no birthday party invitations, no sleepovers with the girls, no one to whisper secrets and dreams to. Her classmates simply excluded her.
She just wanted to be accepted, to belong to a group, to have some friends. In her loneliness she begged me to talk to the teacher. “Mom, help them understand why I need help. Tell them I just want to be friends. I try my best.”
Thinking Amee had a great idea I talked to the teacher but her reply made us sad.
“No, we don’t need to tell the students anything about her disabilities. You know how mean children can be. This will only single her out.”
Then, some of the girls began yelling at her to quit staring at them. They didn’t realize the staring indicated that Amee was having an absence spell seizure and not simply staring to be rude. Some of her classmates tried to push her aside so they could spend time with her teacher assistant. Occasionally some of the girls said mean things that hurt her feelings and once they even pushed her. Each day my daughter came home sad. She became so frustrated she did not want to go to school anymore. She begged me to talk to the teacher again. I did but the teacher refused to change her mind. No matter how sad and hurt Amee felt, she continued to treat her classmates kindly, even the ones who tormented her, hoping they would become her friends.
Finally, school finished for the summer. The holiday meant visits to her older sisters, which she looked forward to. Summer holidays meant time with grandma and grandpa whom she loved very much. This summer meant being a junior attendant at her oldest sister’s wedding. This summer meant time away from those who chose to exclude her, tease her and hurt her.
As summer drew to a close and the start of school drew closer Amee began to beg, “Mom, please talk to the new teacher. Maybe she’ll let you talk to the kids. They’ll all be the same. I don’t know why they don’t like me. Tell them why I sometimes stare. Tell them why I need help. If you help them understand, maybe they’ll be my friends this year.”
It hurt to see her so fearful about the new school year. This year’s teacher agreed to let me talk to both grade six classrooms during health class. I planned my presentation. I checked with Amee to see what she thought. She smiled, hoping this year would bring friendships and fun. She remained convinced that a talk to the class would change everything.
On the day of the presentation, Amee’s lopsided ponytail bounced as she rushed to school with a smile on her face. Later that morning I gave my talk to the students. “Put the hand you use all the time on your desk.” Once every student had one hand on the desk I continued. “Now put that hand in your lap or behind your back. You can’t use it for the rest of the class no matter what you have to do.”
They had fun trying to print and then write their names. I assigned the second task and stood back to watch the students problem-solve their way through tying shoelaces. Some students began working in pairs to have two hands available for the job. Some attempted it on their own and frustration soon showed on their faces and in their actions. Finally one boy put up his hand and said, “I can’t do this with one hand. I need help.”
The rest of his classmates nodded in agreement.
I began to simply explain brain injury, cerebral palsy and epilepsy to the class. I personalized all the information by sharing Amee’s story. Cerebral palsy affected her right side especially her hand and arm. The hand and arm would not work the way their hands worked but her leg functioned well enough to allow her to run races with Special Olympics. I explained the small absence spell seizures that mimicked staring and how medication did not always work as well as it should. Brain damage due to the stroke she suffered at birth caused both these conditions, as well as learning disabilities, which meant she needed more time and lots of repetition and help to learn simple lessons.
I ended with an object lesson especially for the girls in the class. I asked them to put their hair in a ponytail with only one hand and then change their earrings. The girls looked at me and then at the very crooked ponytail Amee had accomplished on her own. One girl shouted, “So that’s why her ponytail is always messy.”
Another girl said, “That’s not fair. She’s had lots of practice. We’ve never tried that.”
I smiled as I watched awareness show in the faces of her classmates. Maybe this new understanding would make a difference in attitudes and actions. Maybe Amee’s idea would work.
Changes began to take place. Some of her classmates asked her to be in their group for class projects. Some included her at recess and noon hours. They quit yelling about her staring and began to acknowledge her need for a teacher assistant. They excitedly cheered for her when she ran her races with Special Olympics and helped celebrate her abilities.
Total change takes time. Amee still walked home alone after school. No birthday invitations or sleepover invitations arrived. But knowledge provided more understanding. Meanness and exclusion decreased during the school day. Amee started to feel like she belonged and enjoyed going to school. She remained convinced that friendships would follow.
C. E. H.
Everyone's story looks a little different. Some are short, some are long, some don't even exist yet. But, the one thing they all share in common - they're all a work in progress.
This photo is dedicated to Jamie Badding, an amazing girl who's story ended before it had even begun. Loved as a person, treasured as a friend, remembered in her actions.
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Ironic how out of all the pictures I took on this particular day, this one (which I didn't even attempt to do any fancy lighting for) turned out the best.
Le jardin Jeanne-d'Arc est un espace aménagé autour d'une statue équestre représentant Jeanne d'Arc à Québec. Il est situé sur les plaines d'Abraham dans le Parc des Champs-de-Bataille.
Le jardin a été aménagé par Louis Perron, premier québécois diplômé d'une école d'architecture du paysage en 19381. Légèrement en contrebas, le jardin de forme rectangulaire est bordé d'ormes. Au centre, la statue de Jeanne d'arc, épée à la main, fut un don d'un couple américain (la sculptrice new-yorkaise Anna Hyatt Huntington et son mari) voulant rendre hommage aux héros de 1759-1760.
One of the Christopher Bissell's photographies hanging on the wall of one pilot..... Of my pilot....
Graphic for a church message series at Church in the Valley (www.churchinthevalley.com)
FINISHED WORK
Goal:
Promote message series and illustrate overall concept
Audience:
Church congregation and outside community
Direction:
This illustration was created to accompany a series of talks about grace. The Bible is full of surprising stories of people who experienced mercy instead of justice, blessing in place of punishment, and kindness when you might expect only retribution. I wanted this image to convey humility and awe, with a strong contrast between the recipient and the reward.
Project:
Program cover, mailer, and other associated series graphics like CDs, slides, web marketing, etc.
Created in Adobe Photoshop
Prints of this image are available for purchase at society6.com/IanDale/Grace-flj_Print
You can see more of my illustration work for churches at bit.ly/SXvaVx
Hay millones de videos en internet de relaciones de pareja: felices, con finales tristes, momentos juntos y dedicatorias. Algunos grupos han querido representar ese amor a través de videos, en donde a través de distintas escenas muestran todo ese tiempo que pasamos con otra persona y lo felices que podemos llegar a ser, y aunque no terminen bien del todo, los podemos ver y recordar esos momentos bonitos que pasamos.
Passion Pit- Carried away
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiEwJTOderQ
Katy Perry- Thinking of you
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdGZBRAwW74
Disclosure ft Eliza Doolittle- You and Me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_vM8ePGuRM
Rihanna ft Calvin Harris- We found love
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg00YEETFzg
Two door cinema club- Eat that up, it's good for you.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJov1wX8MtM
Katy Perry- The one that got away
5410. SELECTED BIBLIOGRAPHY of sources, December 31, 2011:*
* This image has now been replaced at its original location by an impressive ca1941 image of the Armed Merchant Cruiser HMS KANIMBLA, at pic NO. 3894 here:
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The car in this image [my moher's, that's here behind the wheel, is a Willy's Coupe 77 [identified here on the Photostream, see comments below. Kookaburra doesn't know much about cars].
Back to the Bibliography:
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Photo: Author [far right] home collection. Visiting HMAS QUICKMATCH, Nelson Pier, Williamstown,1958, with brother and friends, in his mother's Willys coupe 77.
Have you ever heard a story about man, fish and the girl. Private collection.
This is also my entry to the Take part tuesday -challenge.
Toy Story, Woody and Jessie, Woody's Round Up Signature Series Figures at Toys R Us with Mike Mozart of TheToyChannel and JeepersMedia on YouTUbe Aug 21, 2013
عجييب الفلم
عائلي للكبار والصغار
ونااسه فيه افكار وحلو يونس
يعني بعد كل هالمدح اكيد اكيد
انــصــح فيه
XD
"I can play Chopsticks" says Frankie...
Totally unique and mesmerizing...
“I was in the situation of someone who has assumed, all his life, that madness was one way, and suddenly in its grip, discovers that it is not only different from the way he'd imagined but that the person suffering from it is someone else, and that this someone else is not interested in finding out what madness is like: he is simply immersed in it, or it has descended on him, and that's that.”
― Felisberto Hernández, Piano Stories
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The local antique shop has some wild items for sale.
A while back I wrote a story for a friend called, "Melissa's Sissy Boifriend" The story is pretty heavy on humiliation and forced feminization. He loved the story but I am a bit surprised how evil I can be when given the chance :)
when i see old cars, i see stories..
makes me wonder about the miles traveled and the roads that led to here...
enhanced with Kim Klassen's zuzu texture for 'texture tuesday'
A different closet, the one of the guest room at my uncle's (mom's brother's) house in Monterey, CA. I've managed to get out of my house for awhile, "in disguise" as a boy. (And I can laugh that I joke about my boy-mode self as being a disguise. It all depends on how I feel at any given time on any given day.)
Anyway, I thought about one of the responses to one of my "Caught?!" photos a while back, and I paid homage to it a couple nights ago with my "Go Topless" moderate-flagged photo for brankingston. (Plus bellybutton bonus. ^_^;)
I'm sitting here, writing the text for the upload here, with a repeat of "The Colbert Report" playing on the TV in the background. I thought about Mom's closet, and how comforting it felt, and I remembered a few brief moments of my youth, and earlier today, I immediately longed for that comforting, safe place where I could take refuge in.
And so, wearing a long-sleeve nightrobe, my wig, my ballet bow flats, and little else, I opened the door, and went inside, closing it behind me, letting the absolute darkness embrace me.
I longed to seek the comfort of my youth, and find the place where I could let down my defenses, being symbolically and literally stripped naked beneath my robe, and just let out the feelings I had bottled up inside of me.
I thought about a friend of mine I came out to, and how I felt he wasn't fully grasping the seriousness of what I've been dealing with. I thought about the last time I broke down and cried in front of my Mom, also having to do with a very stressful and long conversation with that same friend (But having nothing to do with crossdressing.), and I took it to another level - As I'm apt to do, I keep running a script in my head where I finally have that talk with Mom, trying to figure out how I'll tell her, and reassure her that it's not her fault, she and Dad did nothing wrong, and I still love them, and I hope they will accept me.
It took a while, but the floodgates burst open, and the tears came rushing out... I surrendered myself to a 20-25 minute "cleansing" cry, not caring if anyone heard my sobs and heaving cries. All I could do was rock back and forth, letting it all out, all the while hearing a voice deep within me say, "It's okay. Just let it out. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're safe here."
I resolved, after the tears subsided, to be stronger, and face every moment from that time forward, being stronger than I've been before. Maybe I'm talking too much, or perhaps I may make people worry about my state of mind, but, at that moment, I needed to go there. I needed to just have that moment of release.
I got up, opened the door, and got on with the rest of my day.
A few hours later, I'm here in Monterey with my Mom, having had dinner on the wharf (Ate too much, or at least it feels like it...), and I've managed to "break into" my uncle's router (Took no time at all to figure out WPS, and guess his password, since I forgot what it was that I stored on my other laptop. ^_^;) - i need to have a talk with him on the importance of having stronger passwords, and strengthening security on his router. (And I'll add "Network+", along with "A+" to my certification goals.)
So, for now, coping with sleeping in a room in a house with next to no insulation or air conditioning. There's a fan going in here at a good speed. Steven Colbert is doing something off the wall with a Boba Fett action figure, grated cheese, and a mushroom. Do I care? Not really.
There's some World War II books (non fiction, and fiction - Pacific theatre), Arthur C. Clarke's first three "Odyssey" books, some of J.R.R. Tolkien's books (alas, no actual Lord Of The Rings books), a few books by James A. Michener, Tom Clancy, Craig (Firefox) Thomas, two books in the Dune series by Frank Herbert, quite a few of the classic Ian Fleming "James Bond" stories, even a Joseph Wambaugh book.
I don't think I'll have any problem drifting off to a restful, relaxing sleep.
Good night, space travellers...
... at a sushi restaurant in Western North Carolina for a birthday gathering. We're big story tellers around here. I waited for the right moment here and took just one shot of the whole table. I had been caught off guard by my brother's wife's birthday and I only had 5 frames left and no meter, so I made them all count.
Nikon F Photomic - 1/30s
Nippon Kogaku 58mm f/1.4
Film: Ilford XP2 Super 400 @400
Turn around, look at what you see
In her face the mirror of your dreams
Make believe I'm everywhere
Given in the lines, written on the pages
Is the answer to a never ending story
Rhymes that keep their secrets
Will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon the rainbow
Is the answer to a never ending story...Blogged.
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We were in The Lake District for the August Bank Holiday, great weather for walking but very busy – unlike the last Bank Holiday - were we had Great Gable to ourselves after a bad forecast kept people away. It was grim back home but we walked in shorts and Tee shirts.
Saturday and we were in the Old Dungeon Ghyll car park and away in good time. What a beautiful morning, we headed up Redacre Gill onto Pike of Blisco. The first climb of the day is always tough until the blood gets flowing. I didn’t really have a plan but it wasn’t what we did that’s for sure. I’d thought that we would walk until early afternoon and then head down, probably from Rossett Pike – But! Jayne made a call to her Mum from Pike of Blisco and she asked if we would be going over the Langdale Pikes – Jayne said yes! I looked at her and said “will we?” I was a bit surprised as it is a pretty full on walk – what we call a two Banana walk – and we only had one. She couldn’t believe that I was letting her off without doing the whole circuit of Langdale. We have done this walk before but usually in the opposite direction. There is a lot of slow and tough ground, ten tops ( depending on where exactly you go in the Langdales) over 15 miles and over 6000ft of ascent – a decent walk. The atmosphere was very clear for August, things had turned prematurely Autumnal last week so instead of warm weather haze it was very clear. We could make out buildings on the Isle of Man, we could also see rain in the distance, over Morecambe Bay and out in to The Pennines. It rained over there for hours and you can see it in the background in a lot of the photos.
We walked from Pike Of Blisco across Red Tarn to Cold Pike onto Crinkle Crags – Including the bad step. On Crinkle Crags we met a very Fit 65 year old from London, wiry and experienced, we crossed paths and walked with this guy for quite a while, it slowed us all down a bit but it didn’t matter. Bow Fell for sandwiches and our one banana. We picked our way down Hanging Knotts, the direct route to Rossett Pike. When there isn’t a well-worn path on the direct route there is always a reason – because it’s hard usually! This was the start of the second half of the walk but the afternoon was ticking by, if we were doing it I wasn’t prepared to cut corners and miss any tops so were committed to the whole thing.
We had a long slog over Rossett Pike, It’s a long fell, across Stake Pass and Martcrag Moor. After the dry summer and a wet August the fells were noticeably wetter underfoot and Martcrag was very boggy. Onto Pike of Stickle and Loft Crag. By mid-afternoon the Langdales were very busy with large family groups, every top had a small crowd on it, we took a photo and enjoyed the view and moved on – briskly! My old knee and ankle injuries were starting to tell a story by now but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Across to Harrison Stickle and I decided to include Thunacar Knott as it’s a short easy diversion on the way to Pavey Ark. Stood at the top of Pavey Ark looking over Stickle Tarn I knew that it was going to be a long painful descent – and it was. The mile or so from the New to the Old Dungeon Ghyll wasn’t so bad as there is a path through the fields which was nice and gentle on my aching joints. Eight hours wasn’t bad as we never hammered it, just wanting to enjoy our first big day on the tops for quite a long time. The golden Rule in Ambleside was calling – after a shower.
On Sunday we had another beautiful start although there was a fair bit of cloud later. We drove over Kirkstone Pass and down to Hartsop, there’s a little car park up the dead-end road through the village, it’s only small and you need to be there early, it was already filling as we got there. We had a tough first climb up the nose of Hartsop Dodd, steep but fantastic views. I’d thought long and hard about how to make the most of the fine forecast for today and views from the first climb proved that it was worth it. The day took us over 17 miles and fourteen tops, the ground was easier than yesterday so we finished an hour sooner but it was still a tough day.
Caudale Moor, Stoneycove Pike, down to Threshthwaite Cove, an out and back to Gray Crag and a quick early sandwich on Thornthwaite Crag. High Street, were most walkers never go near the summit but bypass it on the main path – something that’s true of a lot of tops and a lot of walkers – each to their own. Rampsgill Head out and back to High Raise and Kidsty Pike, back to Rampsgill Head and onto The Knott, Rest Dodd. We normally do an out and back to The Nab on this walk but not today, it might have caused some friction wi’ our Jaynie. Across Satura Crag to Brock Crags, we only had the twin tops of Angletarn Pikes to go and we were done with the tops. I usually find Angletarn Pikes hard work at the end of a long walk but we used a different path this time and they didn’t’ seem so bad. The problem with this walk is that you think it’s all over now but it’s a long fast yomp back to the car- around three miles with a little bit of climbing as well, it certainly magnifies the aches and pains.
Monday was forecast to be wet, very wet the further south you went so we headed north. It rained over breakfast and we feared the worst, gale force wind were also forecast and sure enough the trees outside the dining room were straining at the leash. I t might have to be a short leg stretcher. We headed for Keswick and parked below Dodd. We were the only ones there, gales and rain and it was the day of the Keswick show ( Grasmere Games and traffic gridlock yesterday) The rain stopped but it was a dark and grey day. We creaked our way up Dodd with aching legs, I don’t think Jayne was impressed but we plodded up Carl Side, battered by the wind. Once on Carl Side we were wind propelled along Long Side and over Ullock Pike. There was a bit of blue in the sky to the north and a bit of sun but not much. We descended via The Edge and back along Longside Wood. Nearly seven miles and 2000 ft of ascent.
Over two and a half days we climbed almost half the height of Everest, stood on 28 tops and walked 40 miles ( we clocked a couple of evening miles) we used to do eight day weeks in the Lakes with every day a full on day but over the last few years we haven’t made the effort to travel up there, we need to get our act together – and some new knees!