Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Orange Truck

Did I tell you that I was almost kidnapped by a strange man in an orange truck once?

I was roller skating (yes the one with the huge rubber thing on the front), and was about 8 or 9 and this man comes driving at the end of the driveway, and he says "little girl..." and I turned to see whether he was talking to me, and then he says "little girl...can you tell me what time it is?" and so I told him it was like 3 O'Clock or something, and then he says, "what? I cant really hear you, can you come closer?" I hesitate and think...oh no! I really shouldnt be talking to strangers!

Anyways, I go closer! Right up to his window, and he's got this really long, sort of bent thing in his hand, on his lap, and he's shaking it, it's sort of bouncing a little, like people who tap their heels on the floor, and their whole leg sort of moves up and down, anyways, it was that movement.

So, then he says, I saw you and your friends feeding the horses just now, and true enough, my gal friend, her younger brother and I take a shortcut after school through that little alley/passage way that goes past a wooden fence where the horses are, and we feed them and then climb the wall over to our little apartment/unit thingys.

He says, "Do you know what this is?" sort of eyeing this thing on his lap. and it was totally on his lap, almost reaching his knee. I shake my head and say "no". He said " Do you know what boy horses have and girl horses dont?" And I had no idea what he was talking about. So he continues " It's something that boy horses have and girl horses dont have, do you know what it is?" And then I got scared and skated away as fast as I could, strutted inside and locked the door.

=( Childhood Trauma...

Friday, December 03, 2010

From Audrey Hepburn by Barry Paris, 1996, Putnam

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

That's Right

Love is thinking about someone more times in a day than you think about yourself...