My Best Friend

I have more than one friend and I am always looking to meet new friends.
I have one friend, who is not as tall as all of my other friends.
She is a bit brash when we are alone together or in public.  There is a constant demand to be the center of attention.  That is, until she gets tired of being ignored then she will go off and sulk, or take some quiet time and nap.

We take meals together, we take walks together.  I seem to always clean up after her, though.  She has a serious side, but most times there is much play in her.  I was quiet upset last year when there was an emergency, my thoughts were quite dark, about losing my friend as a result of this urgently needed and unexpected surgery.  Any less of a surgeon and we would have lost her.

She survived, and the road to recovery was long.  It has been almost a year, she is now back to normal.  Out of respect for her privacy, I have not used her name.  We travel together by car.  Enjoying shared outings will, always bring great joy.

She is not young and in her middle age she takes good care of  herself, and she is a confident communicator.  Especially when things don't sounds just right, she lets her opinion be known.
There is a special place she fills, and I try to reassure ev er y day, that it is there when I leave and
I kept it hers when I was gone and until I return. Still I see the doubt in hers eyes when I go, she thinks I am never coming back, each time I leave alone.

I do each day return home, and though she may live for many more years, there will be a day, when I go, she will not look down from the top of the stairs. Then I will return, but she won't be waiting for me, there will be walks or runs that  I will go on alone, as she won't be able to join me and lastly there will be car rides, that we normally share, that I will take alone.

I hope that she will know at that time that she has always been this mans' best friend. 

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Under the cover of major darkness, they took.  They did not look evil.  
They did so without getting permission, so it makes their act stealing.
Had they done so in broad daylight, maybe someone would have yelped STOP!
They were dressed in the rights clothes, and talked to people when they had too.

They outnumbered everyone else.  So maybe they felt it was their right.
I thought it wouldn't, couldn't happen.  I was wrong.  I was naive, to trust.
It hasn't happened to me yet, but that is not to say it won't.  There is no shame with your name on it, you were defenseless!

To those who are the victims   =  .....   -   { , find strength in all of your friends and family.  You will be amazing.

I have seen the face of Evil, He is in the neighbourhood.

There was once a man who lived near others.  Whenever he met his neighbors he would smile in a tight lipped manner, a grimace or maybe a smirk that meant he was fooling the world.  And he liked it much.  His eyes were almost always behind sunglasses, and there has been much rain, but he still wore them.

He seemed to be very busy, many people coming and going, but none stayed to visit.  The visitors always parked their vehicles near the garage, the man with the shaven would appear immediately after their arrival, like he was waiting for them. 

The visitors were not guests, they were there to buy and the man always was ready to sell.

The local gendarme would visit in varying degrees of regularity, but even when they knocked and rang his doorbell, he did not answer, if he was home and often he was.  I think the man thought that the gendarme were vampires, he never opened the door so he would never have to invite them in or worse.

Sometimes it was machinery, all kinds, sometimes it was things moved in and out only after the night sky absorbed the light which would have shed a light on the dishonesty there.

There was once man who parked his vehicle at a coffee shop just down the road, he had many friends, there were days when business was quiet, oh not the coffee shop, his business he ran out of his truck with his cell phone and circle of family and friends.   Much laughter and joviality goes on they do enjoy their all day coffee breaks.

 

The gendarme thought he was involved in the drug industry, maybe that was a side, but they did not know what he really did.  Very few people did and if you did you were involved.  Maybe it was precious metals, like copper wire… just an example, or better a possibility.

He had people coming and going too.  You never saw very much actual “business” a lot of coffee and tobacco, many people sat in the back of his SUV, young girls and women, mostly.  Young men and older men would hang out and talk at his driver side window like some fast food takeout joint.   They might wait their turn at the front bumper passenger side, patiently, like it was worth their life to just wait.

The gendarme had noticed too, the bearded man spent much time both inside and outside, he had his granddaughter and son there too.  He was well connected, the most casual CEO, with a thriving corporation, or maybe a thieving corporate body followers.  All ages welcome!

There was a theory that this man knew the other man, but if that was wrong they were affiliated by crime and evildoing.  Never met and in the same line of work ruining lives for personal gain.  Stolen property was the crime, tormenting souls their real expertise, but if you asked either of them, they would say “Nah, just all in a days’ work” meaning night or day, whenever their victims were most vulnerable.

Dare to Dream

 The place you live may be called home.  The area that home is in may be called a neighbourhood. Neighbourhoods, bordering one other join together and may be called villages, towns, cities and several other names or titles.

 Then there are regions and provinces and countries.  They all have names that have national significance, but without one thing, one very precious thing... they would be as common as dust and ancient history.   There is at least one heart...beating, then another and more, lungs breathing in hope and completing the cycle of respiration by exhaling ... dreams, and seeds of dreams.

 It seems easier times in parts of the world that do not have war but have only strife. How is your heart tonight does it beat LoVe or ImAgInE ... or PeAcE to dream.  There are heroes you have never met and soldiers that have saved you from what they see even when their eyes are closed, dare to dream for the sake of those whose dream is freedom ...one day.

Wake up tomorrow ... with Peace on your lips and Imagination as your vision and Love from the heart.