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Gender: Male
Location:
EL PASO
United States
Work:
EPISD head custodian
Hometown(s):
mesa,arizona
san francisco,california
las cruces,new mexico
Quote:
always carry a jar of smiles to share with others.

My Journals (2)

  Faceless Friends

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes

We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition but it is always the same

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IM's we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships will flourish and grow

Why is it on screens, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets that have never been told

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see as though we were blind

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell
We all have our problems and need someone to tell

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter' and to those we can trust

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are *Friends Without Faces* with odd little names.

~ Author Unknown ~

 

Added: June 29, 2008
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The Worry tree


I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work(& his electric drill quit) his ancient one ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again." Funny thing is," he smiled", when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

God Bless


 

Added: June 29, 2008
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