Thursday, August 03, 2006

You should let me love you..

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called
"best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.

She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:

I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!

I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.

I Love You

Send this to all the people that you love! Even if you dont love someone send it to them....just to let them no that your thinking about them!!

Sad Love...

One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.
Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.

Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....
This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.

They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....

Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..

While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..
"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."
"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..

At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.
The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."

Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."
This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"

Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.

That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...

He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....

On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...

Little did she remember, he have heart problems...

The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....

As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...

"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"

Tears flowed like river......

"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."

love is...

I had three friends. Eric, Cathlyn, Carol.
Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school.
Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish.
Carol was just one of those plain and average girls .
Cathlyn and Carol were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric.
Cathlyn didn't have to do anything to attract Eric.
For she was already attractive enough.
Carol on the other hand, showered Eric which love and care.
Carol wasn't ugly at all.
In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant.
But she wasn't a cheerleader, she didn't were spaghetti-straps or tubes.
So like everyone expected, Eric chose Cathlyn.
For Carol was just one ordinary and plain girl.
While Cathlyn was labele d as the cool and attractive type.

Eric always insulted Carol.

Telling her what a 'Plain Jane' she was.
And how dumb she looked.
Which obviously made Carol feel so hurt and useless.
That's life. Carol never gave up though.
She wanted to prove something to Eric.
She wanted to prove that looks aren't everything.
She studied hard, really hard.
She became the top girl, and all the guys who once ignored her, chased her.

But she never forgot Eric.
Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric's locker.
Always with the same words.
'I care for you, and I always will'
Because she knew that Eric was facing a hard time.
Eric began to realise.
How dumb he had been.
His beloved girlfriend, Cathlyn.
Was flirting with other guys.
He regretted for choosing the wrong girl.

Cathlyn broke up with Eric later.
For she had found a wealthier guy.
Eric felt so cheated, stupid and dumb.
He went to look for Carol.
He knelt on his knees, and said.
"Carol, please forgive me. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Carol rejected him, much to everyone's surprise.
She only uttered these words.
"You've suffered a great loss, so I don't want you to face another one"

Eric felt disappointed.
He didn't understand a word that she said to him.
But they became good friends.
Did everything together.
Eric began to change into someone better.
Because Carol showered him with the love he never experienced before.
His ex-girlfriends had never treated him that way.
They just accepted him for his looks.
But Carol accepted him for himself .
She changed him.
Carol continued putting a red rose into his locker everyday.
With the same words. She never forgot.

One day, Carol didn't turn up in school.
She didn't come for a week.
At first, Eric thought that she was on a vacation with her family.
Because she told him that she would be going Hawaii with them.
But one day. He received a call from the General Hospital.
Saying that Carol was about to die.
She had been suffering from cancer.
But Carol forbade them from telling him.
Because she didn't want Eric to worry about her.
But now that she was about to die.
She wanted to see Eric for the last time.
Eric rushed to the hospital.
When he saw how weak Carol was.
Tears began rushing down his cheeks.
He whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you hide this from me?"
She looked at him . And smiled weakly at him.

"When I said that I didn't want you to suffer from facing another loss, I meant this. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I wanted to spend my last days with you cheerfully." Eric looked at her.
"You can't leave me!" he said.
"What will I be without you?"
"You'll be who you are now. I will always be there by your side. Never forget that. Cherish those times. Live life happily. And one more thing."

"Yes?" "I love you" And she died. Eric screamed.
He still couldn't accept Carol's death.
He had only spent a month with Carol.

A month. But Carol changed his life in a way.
A way that no one could ever explain. He regretted.
But he knew that Carol would always be keeping an eye on him from Heaven.
Sometimes We just don't appreciate those people who really care for us.
Until they leave us. Until we lose them. Then we regret.
Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts.
It's better to tell someone how much you love them.
Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.
You'll regret Love is. When we fight till the very last minute.
Just to show and tell someone how much we love them.

My Sassy Girlfriend

Every man has his girlfriend.
I have one too.

But my girlfriend is more redoubtable than any others.
I wake up before 6am every day, and then prepare breakfast for her.
I should awake her from her sleep, but I must be extra careful not to break her sweet dream.

After she eats her full and is ready to go, convoying her to the bus stop is another task I should do.
She always wants me to elocute some romantic and sweet poems before I leave.....
and in addition, I have to chase the bus which she boards on for about 15 minutes.
Then, after all those things have been done, it's time for me to go back home and take my brief case.

Well, now you know how sassy my girlfriend is?
You'll say I'm useless?
No! I'm a real man.

If my girlfriend and I are walking on the street and at that time some crazy dogs come to us, what should I do?
Of course, I will protect my girlfriend.

And I'm also a gentleman,....
I never stare at another woman for more than 3 seconds.......including old ladies.
I never smoke and drink.
I never play with bad guys.
I'm just like a moving fossil in this modern century.

Why? Why? Why do I have such a girlfriend?
Why other girls obey their boyfriend so much........but I have to obey my girlfriend?
These questions have been asked by my friends for many times.
I never have the answers. I just don't wanna think about them.

My girlfriend always asks me the most difficult question in the world.
For example:
+ "Why won't you take your socks off when you're back home?"
- "I'm now taking my shoes off, honey."
+ "What?! I told you many times to take your socks off, but you told me you're now taking your shoes off!"
- "I'm now taking my shoes off."
+ "No way! Take your socks off!"
So I became the first man on planet earth to take my socks off before my shoes.

I should report to my girlfriend what I will take for meals, then do the grace.
She can find me whenever she wants.
If she has some troubles, I must deal with them in a matter how busy I am and how angry my colleagues are.

When she's back home, I have to hurry to the door and welcome her warmly.
In the evening, I have to accompany her watching her favourite drama series.
If she cries, I must cry my eyes out.
If she smiles, I must laugh.
When she's off to bed, I must sing songs for her to bring her to sweet dream.

Every day......I take care of my girlfriend in such a kind way.
Well, a normal man wouldn't be able to bear with this kind of life.
Shouting at me is useless, I'm already so used to it.

Why I wake up so early and prepare breakfast for her?
Because she lets me realise my mum's hardwork every morning, so I will love my mum and my kids' mum much more.

Why I convey her to the bus stop?
Because she'd like to take one more sight of me before she's off to work.

Why I fight the crazy dogs?
Because she needs my bravery so much.

Why can't I take one sight of other women?
Because she's afraid of losing me.

Why can't I smoke and drink like what every other man in the world can enjoy?
Why I should report to my girlfriend before my every meal?
Because she's simply concern with my health.

Why she needs me at anytime?
Because she cares me so much.

Why do I have to do all my best to give her a hand?
Because she just wants me to help her.

Why should I receive her when she's back home?
Because I'm the first one she wants to see after work.

Why I laugh and cry with her?
Because she likes me to know her heart and her feeling well.

Why I sing the song to bring her into her dream?
Because she's too afraid of losing me in her dream.

I will take care of my girlfriend..................and love her without any reasons.
Lovers should just love each others.

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home.

She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant.

Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.

When we just married, my wife said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls."

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said," You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company."

Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates.

But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, "Hey, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together." I nodded.

I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you," I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want to divorce." I raised a serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why?". "I'm serious." I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "you are not a man!".

At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.

But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day.

But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.

To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible.

Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?"

This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember".

"You carried me in your arms", she continued, "so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning."

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce," she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger.

So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mummy in his arms."

His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

She closed her eyes and said softly, "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.

She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.

I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now."

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled.

But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.

Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life.

She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.

She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.

Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce.

I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. "You got no fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."

Monday, July 31, 2006

Thru the minutes and Hours of time

Thru the minutes and hours of time
I let the dire take over, what was mine
My thoughts and feelings became unruly
I just wanted to hear, I love you truly
Life had become just a way to live
Learning from others to take and not give
I forgot how to care, understand and listen
For in my heart, real love was missin
Then from her voice the words did say
Hey you over there, you’re going the wrong way
You have taken the path more travelled and worn
The path were hearts get battered and torn
If you can listen and try to understand
I will show you we can walk, hand in hand
See showed me what true love was all about
She loved me for real without a doubt
I was over taken with what she had to impart
Leaving her behind with a wounded and broken heart
Now i don’t have her, for she has closed her door
My heart bleeds with emptiness upon the floor
I have re-realized what love is all about
To understand and care, without a shout
To first think of others feelings and concern
To hear their hearts and needs they yearn
For if she ever lets me back in her heart
I swear before god I wont tear it a part

A New Journey Begin...(Chapter Five) *End*

Abby got out of the car and walked to where her father stood. She turned and waved good-bye to Tyler, as if asking him not to hang around. Taking the hint, Tyler got back into his car and drove away.

"Well," smiled John, "do you have anything to tell your father?"

"How did you know that Tyler proposed?" asked Abby, in astonishment.

John hurried his daughter into the house.

"Izumi! He did it! Tyler asked Abby to marry him!" cried John, happily.

Izumi came into the room with a sober face.

"Just wait till I call Terry!" said John, running to the telephone.

"You'd better put down the phone, Dear," warned Izumi. "I think you're a little premature."

"What do you mean?" asked John, the telephone receiver still in his hand.

"Look at her face," advised Izumi.

For the first time since she had come home, John took a good look into Abby's face. The subdued look on her face made his heart fall to his toes.

"You didn't accept him, did you?" asked John.

"I told Tyler I had to think about it," replied Abby, quietly.

John hung up the phone. Izumi walked over to her daughter and lovingly put her arms around her. Seeing his two girls side by side, John had to smile, in spite of his disappointment. They looked so much alike.

"Well," he sighed, "at least you didn't turn him down. But, I don't understand, why do you need to think about it?"

"Please, Dad," asked Abby, "give me time to think. I need to know my own heart better."

Abby turned to go to her room.

"Sweetheart," said Izumi, touching Abby's hand, "don't marry him if you don't love him."

Prayerfully, Abby went to bed. She remembered the frankness in Tyler's face when he asked her to become his wife. Her heart had skipped a beat, when he had said the words, "I love you."

"But," she wondered to herself, "do I love him?"

"Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts... and lead me."

"The curse of the LORD is in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just."

A New Journey Begin...(Chapter Four)

"Jake's story reminds me of someone we know," observed Izumi, thoughtfully.

"I know, I thought of Terry, also," agreed John. "Though, Terry never had it that bad. Thank God!"

"That's because God made the two of you friends," smiled Izumi, lovingly. "It's all right with me, John. I think, though, that we need to keep him away from our Abby, until we're sure of his character. Christian or not, he's been in an adult state penitentiary for nine years."

"I agree," affirmed John.

After the couple prayed and asked God to bless them and the guest that He had so Providentially placed in their way to help, John went outside and told Henry their decision.

Upon hearing the news, the Sheriff clapped John on the back.

"Now, what do you want for rent?" asked the Sheriff.

"Henry, we're not in this for the money," smiled John.

"No more than I," grinned the Sheriff. "But, I don't think it's wise to outright give him the rent for free. The idea is to make him independent-- if not in fact, then in technicality. How about ten dollars a week? Though, I know rent for a nice little house like that would go for considerably more."

"That's fine with me," replied John. "We'll get it ready for him. I'll have to turn on the gas and electricity, and make sure the major appliances are working."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate it," said the Sheriff.

"You said Jake was fifteen when he was incarcerated?" asked John, thoughtfully. "Plus nine years in prison... that makes him about twenty-four, doesn't it?"

"I believe it does," replied the Sheriff. "Why do you ask?"

"Izumi and I aren't comfortable with the idea of letting Jake be around our Abby-- at least, not immediately."

"I'll make sure Jake understands," said the Sheriff. "There is one thing you should know-- I almost forgot it, entirely."

"What's that?" asked John.

"Jake doesn't like to be touched," related the Sheriff. "Dick says he's just getting used to shaking hands, but it's possible he could act a little violent to any other physical contact."

"I see," said John, gravely.

"Don't get me wrong," said the Sheriff. "Jake doesn't have a history of violence... except for the one conviction, of course. What I mean is, he isn't a trouble maker. And, he'll be going to therapy two times a week. If he doesn't attend, it'll be in violation of his parole, and he could be sent back to prison. I realize it's asking a lot, but does your offer still stand?"

With an uneasy groan, John shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Our Abby's going to be engaged soon," he reasoned. "So, she won't be around the house as much in the future. Terry will be back from the business trip in Hong Kong, early next week. Since he and I work from home, Izumi won't be by herself. After taking everything into consideration, I suppose it's still all right for him to come. But, Henry, I want you to tell him, that if he does anything to threaten or hurt my family, so help me, I'll turn him out of that house, myself!"

"I'll make sure Jake understands," repeated the Sheriff, turning to leave. "All he needs is a chance, John."

"I'm willing to give him one," said John.

"God bless you folks for your willingness," said the Sheriff, shaking John's hand and getting back into his pickup, for he had made this errand while on his own time, and not while he was on duty.

Just as the Sheriff's vehicle was pulling away, Tyler's car drove up to the Johannes house. He got out and opened Abby's door for her.

"Did you two have a good time, tonight?" greeted John, expectantly.

A New Journey Begin...(Chapter Three)

"Is Abby all right?" asked Izumi, suddenly becoming concerned.

"As far as I know, Ma'am," smiled the Sheriff. "This is about another matter, altogether."

John put on his jacket, kissed Izumi, and stepped outside with the Sheriff.

"What is it, Henry?" asked John, puzzled by his friend's strange behavior.

"Do you remember hearing me talk of Richard Doyle?" asked the Sheriff.

"The warden of the state penitentiary in Watertown?" replied John.

"The very one, Sir," affirmed Henry. "Well, Richard, I mean Dick, called me up yesterday and told me about this inmate he's been helping for about two years. His name is Jake Murphy and he's going to be paroled early next week. Jake doesn't have anyone on the outside, so Dick has been trying to find him a job and a place to stay." Here the Sheriff hesitated, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

John stiffened, sensing something hard was about to be asked of him.

"The thing is," continued Henry, "with a record like Jake's, he doesn't stand a chance on the outside, without someone to kind of help him along. That's where I come in. So far, I've been able to find him a job as a janitor at the Old Mill Camp Ground, but I haven't been able to find him any place to stay. I was wondering if Jake might be able to rent the little yellow house from you-- you know, the one you used to live in before you married."

"What was Jake convicted of?" asked John.

"Second-degree murder," answered the Sheriff.

"It's out of the question!" exclaimed John. "I can't have someone like that living right next to us!"

"Well, now," said the Sheriff, "I can understand that-- I really can. But this is what you might call, a special circumstance."

Then the Sheriff began to relate the history of Jake, or the amount that Warden Doyle had told him of, and how Jake and the prison warden had become friends.

Beginning at the tender age of four, Jake Murphy's father raped and tortured his son. The Sheriff didn't give any more detail on that point, for he didn't know any more. At twelve, Jake ran away from home and lived with his grandmother. When Jake turned fifteen, he returned to his father's house, and waited outside in the bushes for him to come home. Jake was carrying a sharp kitchen knife from his grandmother's house. You see, he intended to kill his father.

When the father returned home and found his son there, a fight of words and fists ensued, which at last resulted in the death of Mr. Murphy. According to Jake, he had changed his mind at the last moment, and had only finally struck out at his father to save his own life. The district attorney, however, didn't see it that way. Because the knife had come from Jake's grandmother's house, and not his father's house, the district attorney argued that this was evidence of premeditated murder. Jake's attorney argued that it had been self-defense. The D.A. said there was a witness-- an old woman across the street who saw the whole thing. When it was proved in the D.A.'s office that her eyesight wasn't everything she had said it was, the D.A. offered Jake a plea-bargain of second-degree murder, instead of the first degree charge that he had originally wanted. Seeing little choice, Jake accepted. He was tried as an adult and sentenced to sixteen years in an adult state penitentiary.

"John," continued the Sheriff, "seven years into his sentence, Jake attempted suicide. Soon after, Dick became warden. He took an interest in Jake, and witnessed to him. When he accepted Christ, Dick said there was a noticeable change in him. Now I come to the present. Jake's been in the state penitentiary for nine years, and he's up for parole. Since Dick was willing to recommend his release, they're going to let him out on parole next Monday. Like I said before, I was able to find him a job as a janitor at the Old Mill Camp Ground, but for the life of me, I just can't find anyone willing to rent an ex-con a place to stay. Three Mile Bay is determined to not help Jake Murphy, and that's a fact! John, if you could see your way to let him rent the little yellow house, it surely would help."

John sighed heavily. After hearing the story, he had to admit that it did sound like a special circumstance.

"I have to talk it over with Izumi," said John. "If you'll wait here, Henry, I think we can give you an answer, shortly."

John went inside the house and related the sad story to his wife.

A New Journey Begin...(Chapter Two)

Today, Abigail, or Abby, as most people called her, found a different solace in her fishing than usual. She needed to relax and do some serious thinking. Her education wasn't the only thing confronting her. Tyler Greene, a boy she had known her entire life, was going to take her out that evening. Abby's womanly intuition had guessed that he was about to ask her to marry him.

"Dad would love that," she thought, aloud.

"Abby!" called Izumi from the house screen door, "Tyler is going to be here, soon! Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"Just five more minutes!" negotiated Abby, flicking her line to a new spot in the water, where she thought she saw some activity.

"Tyler is a good man," reasoned Abby. "He's a Christian, comes from a solid family, is reasonably good looking, and has a promising future. Why, then, don't I love him? What's wrong with me?"

As these troubling thoughts flooded her mind, a gentle breeze from heaven whispered in her ear, "Wait."

The minutes flew by, and now it was John's voice calling to her across the beach,

"Abby! Tyler is here!"

"I'm coming!" shouted Abby, reeling in her line.

She put on her sandals and walked back to the house, her fishing pole casually swung across one shoulder.

"Are you ready?" greeted Tyler, coming out to meet her.

"Sorry, Tyler," answered Abby, "I know I'm late. Just give me ten minutes."

"All right," allowed Tyler, "but don't drag your feet. Dad's expecting us to be there on time!"

Tyler's father had generously invited them to an "interesting" lecture about the importance of meaningful fiscal reform in the banking industry. Except for the imminent marriage proposal from Tyler, it looked to be a dull night out.

Ten minutes later, Abby was ready. The early evening sky was already changing hues as she and Tyler got into the car and drove away.

"I think he's going to ask her, tonight!" John exclaimed to Izumi, as they walked back inside from seeing the couple off.

"How do you know that?" asked Izumi, startled by this news.

"Didn't you see how Tyler kept nervously checking his pocket, as if he was making sure the ring was still there?" asked John.

"No, I didn't," replied Izumi.

"You don't sound as though you approve," observed John, recognizing a look of cautious hesitation in his mate.

"In the past, I've thought Abby and Tyler would make a perfect match, but, now..." Izumi paused. "What makes you so sure Tyler's the one for our Abby?" asked Izumi.

"Well," replied John, "everything points to him. They've known each other all their lives, they're both Christians, and all four of their parents want this to happen!" he added with a triumphant smile. John drew Izumi close to him. "I know they'll be as happy as we are, Little Dove."

Izumi returned her husband's loving kiss, but something inside her wanted to run after Tyler's car and stop him from proposing.

"Abby's education and future husband are already laid out for her," said John. "All she has to do is go out and meet it."

Just then, there was a knock on the front door of the Johannes home. When John answered it, he was greeted by Sheriff Peterson.

"Sorry to intrude on your evening, John," said Sheriff Peterson, "but I was wondering if I could have a word with you outside."

A New Journey Begin...(Chapter One)

Eleven years after John and Izumi Johanneses' journey of the heart, their daughter, Abigail, was now poised to set off on a journey of her own. At eighteen, Abigail was the image of her mother. She had Izumi's deep blue eyes and raven black hair. However, unlike Izumi, Abigail had a loving and secure childhood, so her temperament was considerably more confident than her mother's ever was. It was proof of the loving atmosphere that John and Izumi had cultivated in their nineteen years of marriage.

John and Izumi's love for each other, tended by God's loving hand, had only grown stronger and deeper through the years. Their happily-ever-after love, was playing out in simple, everyday life, proving that romance doesn't end after the "I do's"; when two people become one, it's only the beginning of the story-- not the end.

"John!" laughed Izumi, running from the living room, "Stop it!"

John chased his wife into the kitchen and caught her by the waist. From her bedroom, Abigail could hear the playful laughter coming from the kitchen. The teenager rolled her eyes. When were her parents going to act like adults?

Abigail's graduation had just taken place a week earlier. Both parents had proudly attended the ceremony, each taking enough photographs and video footage of her graduation to embarrass even the most devoted child. Now that she had completed high school, her parents expected her to go to a Christian college. Abigail, however, was unsure if college was in her future. She had long planned to continue her education, but when it actually came time, Abigail was unsure. Much to the annoyance of John, she couldn't explain her feelings. Abigail didn't know it, but the Holy Spirit had given her a small still voice that told her to wait.Map of Three Mile Bay

With a sigh, Abigail tossed her year book into a box, along with the memorabilia her parents had accumulated of her graduation, and unceremoniously shoved it beneath her bed. She needed to think.

Never one to need an excuse to go fishing, Abigail grabbed her fly rod. After donning her fishing waistcoast, sunglasses, and favorite green baseball cap, she stepped outside and walked down to the shoreline, which was less than half a mile from her front door. A cool lake breeze played in her hair as she took off her sandals and waded into the fresh water of Three Mile Bay. Even though the constant breezes frequently played with her fly line, Abigail reminded herself that at least it kept the mosquitos away. The warm June sun had also enticed others outside to do some fishing, mostly tourists who wanted to spend their vacation at one of the largest freshwater bays in the world.

Abigail loved the waterfront house that her great grandparents had left her mother, and she loved Three Mile Bay. But, most of all, she loved to fly fish! She could often be found on the beach, standing knee deep in water, her fly rod in one hand, her slack line in the other, all the while her lips moving to the music her iPod afforded. To Abigail, this was the closest thing to heaven on earth.

While John's ancestors had been boat builders and fishermen by trade, the fishing gene had bypassed him altogether, and gone straight to his daughter. Izumi could not understand the attraction her only child had to the pastime, but like a good mother, she was happy that Abigail was happy.

The fishing gene in Abigail had had some help, however, in the form of Terry Davis, John's long time friend and Abigail's unofficial uncle. Terry had taught her the basics of fly fishing, and had instilled in her a healthy respect for the rugged beauty of her surroundings.

"God's creation is a wonderful thing, Abby," Terry would often say. "Just think, He only took six days to create all this!"

While Abigail's interest had made her popular with the boys, most girls her own age had a difficult time relating to a girl who could talk for hours on end about fly lures. Because of this, Abigail's closest female friend was her own mother.

Last Bear...



年輕人就會出現,他會陪女孩說說話 ,或是逗女孩開心.










原來女孩希望用時間來沖淡年輕人對自己的感情 ,

她心想,一天夾1個娃娃, 最快也要三個多月之後才有100個,

















就這樣1 天,2天,3天..,年輕人的娃娃數量不斷的累積,而女孩刻意與年輕人保持距離的結果,


















可惜的是,年輕人始終沒出現, 只剩下那台沒人使用的娃娃機.