The Boeing 767

"I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and stow

their carry-ons and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to be a

long, uneventful flight home. With the huge capacity and slow moving people

taking their time to stuff luggage far too big for the overhead and never

paying much attention to holding up the growing line behind them, I simply

shook my head knowing that this flight was not starting out very well. I

was anxious to get home to see my loved ones so I was focused on "my"

issues and just felt like standing up and yelling for some of these clowns

to get their act together.

I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the "Sky Mall" magazine

from the seat pocket in front of me. You know it's really getting rough when

you resort to the over priced, useless sky mall crap to break the monotony.

With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door open and

no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past the scheduled

take off time. No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself.

Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to inform us all that we were

being delayed. The entire plane let out a collective groan. She resumed

speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some very special people who

are on their way to the plane and the delay shouldn't be more than 5 minutes.

The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised that "I"

was finally going to be on my way home. Why the hoopla over "these" folks?

I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for the hold up

.........Just get their butts in a seat and lets hit the gas I thought.

The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and excited

voice that we were being joined by several U. S. Marines returning home from

Iraq!!! Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into applause.

The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for them

as they searched for their seats. They were having their hands shook and

touched by almost everyone who was within an arm's distance of them as they

passed down the aisle.

One elderly woman kissed the hand of one of the Marines as he passed by her.

The applause, whistles and cheering didn't stop for a long time. When we were

finally airborne, "I" was not the only civilian checking his conscience as to the

delays in "me" getting home, finding my easy chair, a cold beverage and the

remote in my hand.

These men had done for all of us and I had been complaining silently about

"me" and "my" issues. I took for granted the everyday freedoms I enjoy and

the conveniences of the American way of life I took for granted others paid the

price for my ability to moan and complain about a few minutes delay to "me"

those Heroes going home to their loved ones.

I attempted to get my selfish outlook back in order and minutes before we

landed I suggested to the attendant that she announce over the speaker a

request for everyone to remain in their seats until our hero's were allowed to

gather their things and be first off the plane.

The cheers and applause continued until the last Marine stepped off and we

all rose to go about our too often taken for granted everyday freedoms.........

I felt proud of them. I felt it an honor and a privilege to be among the first to

welcome them home and say Thank You for a job well done. I vowed that

I will never forget that flight nor the lesson learned. I can't say it enough,

THANK YOU to those Veterans and active servicemen and women who

may read this and a prayer for those who cannot because they are no longer

with us. GOD BLESS AMERICA! WELCOME HOME!

AND THANKS FOR A JOB WELL DONE !!!!!"

 Found here

Yes, God has blessed America in so many ways & I hope we remember,

"Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD."

-Psalm 33:23-

I want to write!

But somehow, when I write, I get stuck.

I have so many ideas swirling through my head for a story. I have at least 5 "novels" I've started on & only 1finished. And even that one doesn't seem very good.

It seems like I have the perfect beginning & the perfect ending, but don't know what to do with the middle.

Where's the storyline?

The plot?

The...story?

I see Ella, I see Sadie, I see Abigail and Amethyst.

I see all my characters.

But who are they, really?

What part do they play in this make believe world?

Perhaps I'm analyzing this too much, but that's just me. I over analyze.

How can I make these ideas fly?

Dear Ideas,

You're plenty. You kinda make my mind hurt, but I suppose it's for the best.

I write you down all the time, but you don't leave me with much.

I'm stuck with an imagine-less imagination sometimes.

Are you sure all you have is what you are?

You're not going to answer me are you?

Well, I better ask the Lord to provide what you aren't giving me.

Just You & me {Short Story!}

I heard sea gulls and crashing waves, and knew I could only be in one place.

 “Where are we?” I asked quietly.

“We're almost there,” He said with adventure in His voice. Once my foot felt the water, something came alive in me and I couldn't stop smiling.

“Okay,” He said. “You can open your eyes.”

I wonder what He was thinking when He said that. I mean, He did make my eyes after all!

 So there I stood. With eyes wide open, taking in the scene. The ocean was right in front of me! There was a beautiful wooden sailboat ready to be taken ashore and I knew He had reserved it just for us.

“Let's go sailing,” He told me. “Out on the sea. Just you and Me.” My heart skipped a beat as He lead me to the boat. We set sail and boy was it at wonderful feeling.! He pointed to a dolphin. Oh! I had never seen one! 

Then He pointed to a shark, and told me not to be afraid.

 After hours of wonderful bliss out at sea, it began to rain. It poured. And I was scared for my life.

“This boat can't make it!” I yelled. “It's too small for these raging waves.” But you won't believe what happened. He came up to me and had me face the water. And then He said, “Be still," to the water. 

And that was all He needed to say.

Time went on and I watched Him catch fish with His hands. We talked about our dreams again. I looked Him in the eye, those beautiful baby blue eyes. He said something funny, and we just laughed until our sides hurt!

I love His laugh. 

Then it was quiet for a moment. The sun was going down and the breeze swept across my face like birds flying through trees. He looked at me and said, “Let's go for a walk.” I looked at Him strangely, although I knew in my heart what He meant.

“Where?” I asked anyway.

He pointed. He pointed out onto the sea.

“You mean on the water?”

He held out His hand and said, ”Let's go walking. Out on the sea. Just you and Me.” It took me awhile before I could get my foot onto the water. But He held my hand the whole way and here I was! Walking on water with my Best Friend. We walked miles, and at dusk, I got to watch Him paint the sky with only words and His fingertip. It was magical!

 I grew sleepy and although the water was great for my feet, I couldn't keep walking. So He picked me up in His arms and carried me. I know I heard singing the whole way.

 When I woke up, we were back in the boat. 

Just Him and me.

Waiting For The Sunrise

I am a dreamer.

Dreaming and dreaming, alone—in the dust.

I feel like a river. Flowing and flowing, alone—at dusk.

Flowing through an open gate,

Watching as the sunset breaks.

Waiting for the sunrise to make.

I am a rider.

Riding and riding, alone—in the woods.

I feel like a hider. Hiding and hiding from the weight of this world.

Hiding from a sheltered place,

Watching every hopeless face.

Waiting for the sunrise to make.