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When The Heart Whispers

Has your heart ever whispered to you? Have you ever felt the little nudge it was giving you?  Have you ever felt this way, but on the other hand you are scared. You want it so bad but will you be good enough? Will you really be able to fulfill your dream that has been hidden from the world for years? Your dream that you were afraid to let surface. A dream that you no longer can hid from the world. You can no longer keep within yourself. A dream that you have to share with others. A few weeks ago, I did something that I never dreamed possible. I called Hospice and I asked to be a volunteer. I have now been accepted and have completed my steps of fulfilling my dream. I had my picture taken and my badge was made. Every step I take toward the beauty of this new world I'm stepping into I wonder...why did it take me so long to see the magical wonderment of compassion, the magical wonderment of loving, of caring for the sick? I am not a n...

Happy Holidays

This is the season of rushing here and there. Everyone is busy preparing for family get together's. I have decided to give my dear "editor" a very needed break from her job editing my stories. It will be nice to have a little time myself. So we will not be posting anymore chapters in our book "Little by Little....Side by Side" until after the first of the year. Please come back to us then and walk with Mark and Amy as they see their Bret and Kate through  high school years, college years and finally attend their beautiful weddings. These will be the final chapters of the book. We will cry together, be happy together, and tell our young man and woman good bye as they start their life with their spouse. So until then..... Happy Holidays to all our dear friends. We hope you enjoy your families and friends.

Chapter 24 Childhood Drops Away

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Little people grew up. Daddy changed to Dad and Mommy to Mom. People fall in love and marry. Neighborhoods change. Geese fly north, then back again. Spring comes with buds popping out on tree branches, then summer with its warm barefoot days and wheat trucks and the smell of new cut alfalfa and cows grazing peacefully in green grasses. The leaves turn a crimson and start to fall to the ground, covering the grass. Then snowflakes fall on your nose and in your hair. So was life here on our little farm. BB guns were exchanged, with first a shotgun, and then a rifle. Pack rat hunting and turtle targets changed to walking quietly through tall grasses hoping a pheasant would fly up. A young man would so willingly get out of bed early in the morning to dress up in camouflage from head to foot, drag his sister out of her warm bed, and go sit for hours, waiting for a turkey. They would walk south into the pasture grasses on...