Subject: $50.00 is $50.00

Morris and his wife Esther went to the state fair every year, and every year
Morris would say, 'Esther,I'd like to ride in that helicopter.'
Esther always replied, 'I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is
fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars'
One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said, 'Esther,
I'm 85 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might never get another
chance.' To this, Esther replied, 'Morris that helicopter ride is fifty
dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars.'
The pilot overheard the couple and said, 'Folks I'll make you a deal.
I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the
entire ride and don't say a word I won't charge you a penny! But if you
say one word it's fifty dollars.'
Morris and Esther agreed and up they went. The pilot did all kinds of
fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard. He did hi s daredevil tricks
over and over again, but still not a word. When they landed, the pilot
turned to Morris and said, 'By golly, I did everything I could to get
you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!'
Morris replied, 'Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something
when Esther fell out, but you know, fifty dollars is fifty dollars!'

It took a fall :

It wasn't a slip nor trip that took me down..
It was nerves and worries from the past I couldn't change nor the future I couldn't control..

I thought my life was running smooth..till I closed my eyes n awoke to flashing lights then to darkness again..

I heard people crying as my hand felt pressure this was not a dream for the bright light cast no shadows nor images of people
just tears and pressure...

I was going strong..my kids were safe n sound in school that day that moment I laid down...

Something didn't feel right,,as I did my daily chore,,my gut was crying in pain as my legs were getting numb,,

Just as I closed my eyes I heard a pop,,, blood broke trough my outer skin,,my hands filled with red,, no ink pen was near as I raised my head to see,,what made me fall?? what kept me down??

That was almost a year ago as I awoke to see my sons cheeks covered in tears and my brother holding my hand,,

yes,, a scare to all,,mostly from me,,amazed they were , that I smiled when I opened my eyes!!

Today I live each moment,, I think of the past as I learn from my mistakes,, The future is every minute after the moment I can only control,,so I waste no breath,,nor wonder what will be,,
not even to plan just let it be,,

It will come as you open your eyes again,, yet,,
tend to what is important to you yes you,,

this very moment in time,, it's a gift a great one to have ,,

THE PRESENT!!


Paul S


MORAL-As I felt the pain n numbness my anerysum in my abdomin & femor artoria exploded ,,one I never knew I had!!

I made it through and now live moment by moment- the past are memories to learn or forget - you can't change it!

WOW That was awesome!!

boxers-
free to roam they are!

Clear Values

Like the complexed silk lines of a spiders web..starting from a small circle reaching out onto a branch..
spinning again until each piece of silk has a structure to hold,,,

It's not to capture one as prey,,nor to be linked to the comfort zone,, a sense of beauty it holds as the sun begins,,
to shine,,casting light onto the web as the dew from mornings air sparkles from the sun or captures the
stars light at night,,as it appears to be hidden,,though not.

Painted colors glide onto a wall,,a ceiling,,a piece of wood,, spreading evenly across it's space,,
only to be interrupted by tape,,, as the tape allows other colors to merge,,,

Hanging on the corners of a room, a net of rope holds woolen toys,, once that was held,,now rest above as they look down,,over,,onto the floor,,
and the planets,, high above swirl from the breeze of an open window,,,

The tip of your finger dipped in water,, rubbing the edge of crystal as a note of music is heard,,the beat of the
wooden box covered,,, still allows the instrument,, to be heard - flowing,, freely like a butterfly across
the wild-flowers in a field,,

Ahh,, it is the feeling of natures presents that intuitive,, invite within the air subtle blends of nature scents to,,
refresh your spirit,, the same as a chief,, who brushes the smoke from his pipe onto his being.

Each step has a cause,a large rock that once a pebble, someone stood on as you do now,,,

looking forward onto your
path,, reaching for goals ,,

as the spider hangs below the web,,
looking at the creation,,

the accomplishment,,
for others to teach their young.
***********

Paul S

Love through the heart
A gem indeed.

I cannot expect all to understand how and what makes me tick.
As they look thru windows,, they find imperfections to comment on,,
though, they are always perfect they think, as I too could point out
the impurities or cracks of words they cry to others,,
and here I remain silent.

Out in fields many of men search the grounds digging deep into
uncharted mounds of dirt hoping to claim riches,,
to make the place brilliant, exclaiming wealth taken from others who
labored the blood on fingertips, savings of earned respect.
taken away by a mear tiny hammer, pick, nor any sweat from their brow.

Passages may mark course of those who walked thru,,traveled the distance,
ways of trial n error, yet as the new arrive mocking of others they think will gain respect,conquering the wants of others to be lead,,how so not true.

Like a gem deep within the earth's crust,over time , pressure,shifting sands ,water,building from below,turning into steam,compounding each brilliant facet,though covered in darkness until time allows the shell to fall and the rough diamond appears.

As knowledge of respect, tenderness, warmth, polishing ,learning, time itself holds the fate of the gem.

Only does the presentation make the diamond a gem ,like the heart of someone, seeking the want of another.

Paul S

thank you ladies !

The whistle blows from the teapot as steam releases forcefully...
A siren in the back ground...while birds chirp, into the still air.
The scent fills the air of a fireplace burning... candles on the table, awaiting the strike of a match...

The ring late at night, hi baby how are you whispers through, as you open your eyes only wishing they were next to you...

Tick Toc tick tic each second is louder than the next...patiently you wait looking out the window blind.

The softness of hello. the car that slowly creeps to a stop.
the pounding of the heart. as you open the door...
fragrance of when you last said hello still lingers at the door way..

Into the blue eyes. deep within you must seek...for beauty never comes all at once ..like a painting on the wall you glance ..you look. you admire. you watch. as the sweat from your palms increase..

Will the weekend be as planned...the night full of stars...years of study go unnoticed.. laughter as you walk, wondering will you hold hands. an arm around the shoulders. the kiss with eyes closed...

of wants...kiss,a teasing bite, touch, listening, to words swaying like another language..

Aahhh yes the wait. touch of a gentle rain...heat like the sun at noon...the scream of delight that reach beyond the stars. as one shoots across the sky...yet only to look into your eyes. as a kiss is placed on your lips....I can only imagine the experience with you.

Judge no-one-Unless you can look into a mirror and see the heavenly skies as your home , if not then you are not perfect as you thought!
for your impressions are lasting and your faults are seen by all

Paul S

A step into the future

The music plays sofetly as the curtain begins to rize...
A butterfly floats gently through the air across the wooden planks as it settles on the rail..
Wings spread are now tightly closed.. awaiting the soft gentle wind to help it fly...
My fingers spread out hoping that it will just touch me..
As I had just caressed the flower petals of the rose nearby..

Yes,, it is time as the stars begin to lite the sky and the butterfly,, leaves to start the journey of it's life...

as the moon rises to the sky and the sun has just passed the horizon... A candle flickers on the table as my lips sip wine...

Yes it's time,,, As my eyes begin to close and I hope when they open,,,

My dreams are reality of my tomorrows.



Paul S