Monthly Archives: March 2015


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tagline.”

If everything is right, my memory say’s. Why I have had several tag’s some not very nice, I remember one such tag–Fats, But yes it fit, then there was another, I never thought there was a connection, perhaps. Mr Mean, see no connection–Then I became, Smokey not as in police, more like the bandit, remember. Sure Burt and all the gang. Last Santa, come on you know, white beard jolly. yea that the one. That was fun. Night thank you

Tag a game we play




The time is right now, we can’t wait for more, depression more time wasted, as each day passes.  They are a little further down the road.  It may not be a happy place, but it what they have got.  What can we do to improve there lot, have a party, I don’t think so.  but yet there are things, that needed to be done.  If we really work at this, why not just find a way for them to have a good time.  Now let’s see, “Fun”, is that what were saying.  Yes that It just plain old Fun, that would do it.  We don’t have to look to far, to find FUN, there is quite a bit of it waiting out there.  The next thing is Funding the Fun.  This might not be to easy, but it is necessary.  Now is the time they need to enjoy the time right now.  We will find a way.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “What a Twist!.”

I walked down the road, toward the river. I came here often, but today there was something different. I didn’t understand all looked the same but yet, it was a feeling, like cold chills, just not shake it. Then I heard it, something was coming, smashing down small tree’s as if it were angry,or perhaps hurt. I could feel my body shaking,it was terrifying. Should I run, or stay and see what was going on the noise, just chilling. My mind raced, I knelt down so not to be seen it got closer, closer. Pearing through the tall grass to catch a glimpse, it had to be almost here. I shock in fear, bursting from the thick trees. There it was, A deer about half grown, I was only 7 years old it was scary.

A day of fear

Where is the Help


Believe it there is help out,there Really is, finding it is not easy but it, can be done. I would like, to put the word, out in hopes that, together we can find, that help. Then we will, begin to help each other, we can make it, easy and fun, if only we help. I know, how great it is to be helped, for I had reached, the bottom, when I buy chance, found Help. I was injured, had a building, fell on me, it was a two 2 Storey, wood frame. A strong wind, hit the building, I was kneeling down, looking at the, blue prints for the building. The wind sheer, took the building, piling most of it, on me or around me, thank God I lived through, the worst, the only problem, I was under, a very large pile, of wood and it continued, to move pushing down on me, the fire department was right next, to the building, I was in, that helped, but as they, pulled the pile apart. It put more pressure, on me. I could see them, finely but before, they could reach me. I passed out, they said I, was not breathing, had no pulse, or heart beat, they put the paddles, on and revived, me. I had been crushed, in several places, broken ribs, legs, my back in four places, was paralyzed. on my right side. I was a mess, it took, three years to recover. The worst was, yet to come. They place me, on morphine, for quite some time. I became an addict, it was a long time, before i recovered. It was Help, That found me. You or someone, you may know, or meet, might also need, Help. Let us know.