Wealth
By
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
A man who had lived a good long life once pondered his overall success in life. The man being very intelligent decided that before he tried to determine how successful he had been in life he first had to determine what he would define as success and what standards he would use to judge it.
The man knew that the world often judged success by three things wealth, material possessions, and knowledge. The man did not like using these standards because he felt they were not accurate measures of success and so he decided to ponder his success and judge it for himself using his own standards.
The man began to think back on the events of his life and realized that as far as material possessions he had very few but what he did have he cherished. When it came to knowledge the man was not lacking he had a college degree after all but he found his common sense was more useful than any knowledge a university could impart to him. As far as wealth he had none coming from a modest upbringing of modest means.
The man realized that by society’s standards he would in no way be considered wealthy but then he had a revelation come flooding into his brain like a river overflowing its banks. The man realized that he did not have many material possessions but he did have clothes to cover his body ad shoes on his feet and there were people who did not have those. When it came to knowledge he knew enough to take care of himself and help others and that seemed valuable to him. When it came to wealth although he never had much money he had enough to get by and the truth was there was always enough he had always had all the necessities he needed and he was surrounded by a loving family so upon careful consideration the man decided that he had led an extremely successful life and was in fact a very wealthy man.

Thank You 2kids mom

oops I forgot to shave the hair off my ****

The Pen
By
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
A pen is a common instrument that is daily used by everyone.
Once a young boy found a pen in his grandfather’s nightstand and asked him if he could keep it. The grandfather told his grandson that he could keep it, and also asked what he planned to do with it. To which the grandson replied that he longed to be a writer. The boy’s grandfather told him that he should make sure that being a writer was what he really wanted to do, because writers wielded much power and with that power came responsibility.
The boy being of a very young age quickly told his grandfather that he was sure of his path and put the pen in his pocket. The boy treasured the pen and wrote stories about dragons, dinosaurs, and other assorted fairytales, but as the boy got older even though he continued to write diligently and passionately he soon realized that his boyhood writings of dragons, dinosaurs, and fairytales had evolved into deeper subjects of love, friendships, and romance.
Many years later the boy was no longer a boy, but an old man with silver hair and wrinkled calloused skin as his grandfather had been. The old man still wrote every day, but his stories now spoke of lessons learned, regrets, and distant memories.
It was in this ripe old age that the old man finally realized what his grandfather had meant by saying “With writing comes great responsibility.” Because as writers, the pen is more than just what we use to put the words on the page, the pen is also a storehouse of memories, some good, some bad, and some we try to forget. The ink within a pen is usually blue or black, but the colors they produce in the mind’s eye are much more vivid, from the green grass of spring to the grey clouds of winter.

its rather discouraging that very few people will talk to a disabled man. Yeah I don't have a million posts so what is wanting someone to talk to a crime

I am new here and looking to chat I am disabled and have cerebral palsy any women that are not afraid of that are welcome to chat with me

isn't a relationship just a friendship which is all I was originally hunting for anyway before everyone started to run away but thank you just goes to show the saying is true you should never judge a book by its cover

well the good news is tonight I have found a great person who is accepting and not critical about me or my style or disability but thank you all for your input

I have been a member of this site for a few months and in all that time I have only made one friend and now the one friend that I have made is leaving the site so im back down to 0 friends. I am not looking for sympathy at all I just have a general question for everyone is this a dead site or something I mean several months and only one friend? I post in the forums no one replies I mean I do have cerebral palsy maybe women on here are scared of that I don't know but seriously does anyone have a good number of friends on here or am I wasting my time?

thanks to everyone that enjoys my writings I will pot more every so often but thanks especially to realcarebear you are an important person in my opinion

The Night in Question
By
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
The man woke to the sound of an impending question. “Where were you on the night in question sir?” I don’t know I haven’t the slightest idea why I am even here” he responded. “Don’t play dumb with me you inconsiderate lowlife you know exactly why you’re here the detective growled.
The truth of the matter was Jack Simpson really did not know why he was in an interrogation room at the local police station but it seemed as though this detective could not understand that. Jack tried to think back on the events of the day but his mind was empty almost as if someone had wiped his mind clean like a hard drive on a computer he could not remember a thing except for his name and that was about it.
Jack looked down at his hands that were cuffed in front of him they were scuffed and bloody. All of a sudden he was made aware of his senses as a wave of pain racked his body and caused him to ache in every joint of his body. “Maybe I was in a fight?” he thought to himself. Fights were indeed the norm for him it seemed everyone that crossed his path hated him and elected to come to blows with him at one point or another that always happened.
All of a sudden Jack was out of the chair, the police station, and his cuffs. He was now walking down the long stretch of highway that he traveled every day to go to work. “This makes no sense.” Jack thought and figured it was some kind of bizarre dream that he would eventually wake up from. The pavement on the highway however felt as solid as anything he had ever felt so maybe it was not a dream at this point the only thing that Jack was sure of was that he was in a deep state of confusion.
Jack walked down the familiar highway for a distance and then he found himself back in the interrogation room once again. He asked the detective to clarify what happened to which the detective replied “do you not remember trying to walk away from the damn accident?” So Jack’s first assumption had been correct he had been in an accident.
“What am I being charged with?” Jack asked. “Hit and run, DUI, and manslaughter” the detective replied. Jack now knew where he had been on the night in question as his memory came flooding back and he realized that what he had thought was a dream was in fact a harsh reality.
 

The Cure
BY
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
There once was a very prominent and well respected doctor who had devoted his life to helping heal people of their ailments. One day after many years of research and hard work the doctor finally felt that he had accomplished his life’s work.
The doctor had created a vaccines that could cure all of the common ailments of humans everything from the common cold to cancer. Everyone got the vaccine and the doctor single handedly made humans able to live forever.
The doctor thought that by eliminating all diseases and giving humans the ability to live forever crime would also cease. After many years the doctor realized that the vaccine he had created had not been entirely successful because even though physical disease was gone there was still jealousy, hatred, greed, and evil those were matters of the heart that no vaccine could ever cure.

no problem im a writer I write things all the time and love to share them with others glad you enjoyed it

The Eternal War
BY
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
When he wakes up he hears the screams, the insults and the sound of the winter wind. The man feels the cold biting at his skin, the aching of his bones, and the discomfort of the hard concrete. When the man wakes up he sees the dark heavy storm clouds, the meager camps made by the forgotten of society, and the privileged members of society passing by him as though he was invisible. When the he wakes up he tastes the dryness in his throat like a large cotton ball. He goes to sleep and wishes to find a way to escape but nightmares haunt his sleep. The man’s stomach twists into tight knots lacking of nourishment, there is no comfortable position in which to sleep.
He finds a home, love, family, and acceptance. The sights, sounds, and familiar feelings of the street however have been permanently seared into his mind, his heart, and his soul. He wanted to escape the streets but even in his home with his family he is still trapped on the streets of his mind. He is a soldier in an eternal war he can never escape.
 

im a writer I see thins differently

okay here's your story

The Eternal War
BY
Ronnie Lee Jeffires
When he wakes up he hears the screams, the insults and the sound of the winter wind. The man feels the cold biting at his skin, the aching of his bones, and the discomfort of the hard concrete. When the man wakes up he sees the dark heavy storm clouds, the meager camps made by the forgotten of society, and the privileged members of society passing by him as though he was invisible. When the he wakes up he tastes the dryness in his throat like a large cotton ball. He goes to sleep and wishes to find a way to escape but nightmares haunt his sleep. The man’s stomach twists into tight knots lacking of nourishment, there is no comfortable position in which to sleep.
He finds a home, love, family, and acceptance. The sights, sounds, and familiar feelings of the street however have been permanently seared into his mind, his heart, and his soul. He wanted to escape the streets but even in his home with his family he is still trapped on the streets of his mind. He is a soldier in an eternal war he can never escape.

no my legs are I have cerebral palsy and im blind in one eye which sucks because women run from me faster than someone running from Michael myers so not completely damaged goods just partially

if anyone doesn't mind a crippled man I will gladly chat

I have been on this site for a bit and although I am courteous, kind, and intelligent women refuse to talk to me. I have only one friend that I get messages from on brief occasions but that's about it. All I want is a good woman to talk to on a regular basis but I guess since I have cerebral palsy that is asking entirely too much.

single and hate it anyone wanna get to know me