A Moment To Remember

A place we go
to let us know
that our love is always true
and that we will never be blue.

A memory on the edge of time
A place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve
somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.

A time in which we fell deeper in love
just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token
to remember one single moment.

Author: Trista Moss

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The Prince and the Dark Horse

There was once a young prince who, having reached the age of majority, left home to live on a grand estate given to him by his father. He was told that if he ever needed help he was to put a light in the uppermost tower window, and his father would send a special horse and carriage to carry him to safety.

However, his father also warned him that an evil wizard, an enemy of the kingdom, lived not too far from his new home. The prince was told to be wary when setting his signal, for this wizard would also see this light and might himself send his own horse and carriage to carry the prince off to who knows what kind of danger.

Of course, this frightened the young ruler-to-be. After all, how would he be able to tell the difference? His father assured him there was a foolproof measure. Each time, before entering the rescue carriage, he was to closely examine the horse pulling it. A light-colored horse would always take him to safety, but a dark horse would always take him to danger.

As one might imagine, many of the ordeals that come with the ruling life befell the prince, each one causing him to put a light in the window. And for many months, because he was in such a rush to escape his castle when he felt in danger, he failed to heed his father’s warning; time and time again he neglected to examine the horse that came to get him. As a result he often found himself on one painful wild ride after another where, too late, he realized his inattentiveness was causing him as much distress as the condition he was trying to escape.

Eventually, he found the presence of mind-before he would get into the carriage that had come for him-to see if the horse pulling it had been sent by the evil wizard or by his father.

Reflection Questions

  • When you feel scared or distressed, who or what is your ‘dark horse’?
  • What usually happens to you (internally or externally) when you go with that ‘dark horse’?
  • Imagine that every time you instead choose to go with the ‘white horse.’ How might your life look and feel differently?

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Who Do You Love

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner’s name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting – 7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York.

“You’ll recognize me, ” she wrote, “by the red rose I’ll be wearing on my lapel.” So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he’d never seen.

I’ll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young women was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. “Going my way, sailor?” she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the women whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the women, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. “I’m Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?”

The women’s face broadened into a tolerant smile. “I don’t know what this is about, son,” she answered, “but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!”

It’s not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell’s wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in it’s response to the unattractive. “Tell me whom you love,” Houssaye wrote, “And I will tell you who you are.”

The Stalker

The Stalker by Lawrence E. Rogers

After attending a New York University seminar held in a downtown location, Ruth Davis walked back to her office unaware that she was being followed by a man. As she approached the front door of the office building, he suddenly appeared at her side, and he opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she said with a smile. He did not respond. Instead he focused his eyes on the front of her dress. She realized that he was reading her name tag which she had forgotten to remove when the seminar ended. The man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. The next morning, Saturday, Ruth left her apartment for her weekly grocery shopping. She noticed the strange man sitting on a bench on the edge of a park located across the street from her apartment. The sight of this man made her feel uneasy. At the grocery store, she left her shopping cart at the end of an aisle that was crowded with carts. Ruth went down the aisle to pick up one item, and she returned to her cart. When she looked in the cart, she saw a frozen fish with its head in place and with its large eyes appearing to be looking up at Ruth. She jumped back in surprise and felt self-conscious. Had others seen her jump? She looked around and saw several aisles away the strange man watching her. Ruth began to push the cart in his direction intending to confront him, but he had retreated rapidly through the outer door of the store. Ruth had started to work just last month at a financial services firm in New York City. Her hometown was far away, and she had no relatives or friends in this new location. Ruth spoke to her apartment manager about the stalker. The manager said, “I can help you because I have a close friend who is a police lieutenant in this district. I’ll ask him to come talk with you.” Saturday evening, Lieutenant Tom Holmes, a middle-aged officer, came to see Ruth. He listened to her story and said, “I want you to telephone me if you see this man again. He has not committed a crime for which I can arrest him, but I can get him to identify himself and can order him to stop annoying you.” Sunday morning was such a lovely morning that Ruth decided to walk to church which was only three blocks from her apartment. As she prepared to cross the first intersection, she paused to allow an approaching automobile to turn the corner in front of her. The car stopped and blocked her path. The stalker jumped out and grabbed Ruth, dragging her toward the open door of his car. “Help! Help me!” Ruth screamed. She realized that she was in the hands of a man who was much stronger than she was. Three pedestrians — two men and a woman — were a half a block away. “Leave that girl alone!” the woman shouted. The men ran toward the attacker, but they got there too late. He shoved Ruth to the sidewalk, jumped into his car, and sped away. The three witnesses were assured by Ruth that she had not suffered any injury and that she would report the attack to the police as soon as she returned to her apartment. None of them, including Ruth, had been alert enough to get the license number or a good description of the car. One man wrote down his name and address and had the other two do the same. “The police will want to know if anyone witnessed the attack on you.” Upon returning to her apartment, Ruth telephoned Lieutenant Holmes who came immediately. “This man has committed a crime,” he said. “Now I can arrest him. You are in a dangerous situation. For the next three mornings, I will escort you to work. Perhaps, if this fellow is watching, he will see that you have police protection, and he will stop following you.” “The first thing I have been doing each morning is to go for a jog in the park across the street,” Ruth said. Lieutenant Holmes interrupted her. “Do not think about jogging tomorrow or any other day as long as you are in danger from this stalker.” All went well on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday when Holmes drove Ruth to her office. On Thursday, Ruth got up early and decided to go for a jog in the park. “Lieutenant Holmes will never know about this,” she said to herself. Ruth had been running for only two or three minutes when she perceived that she was alone in the park. It was a cloudy and chilly day so the usual people who came to the park in the morning had stayed home. Ruth started to return to the safety of her apartment when she saw him emerging from a wooded area and running toward her. He was between Ruth and her apartment. Ruth began running at top speed to get away, but she could see that he was gaining steadily. She knew he was far stronger than she was; she realized he was also much faster. Her only chance was in being more agile than he was. She stopped running. As he approached her at top speed, he lifted his right arm preparing to strike a blow. Ruth saw some type of weapon in his hand which he swung toward her head. She dodged the blow, causing him to lose his balance. Ruth aimed a kick at his head with all her strength. Her foot struck him in the middle of his face. He fell to his knees using his two arms like poles to prevent his upper body from collapsing to the ground. Blood began to gush from his nose. While Ruth ran toward her apartment, she looked back to see him still trying to recover from her kick. Thank goodness, Ruth thought, for that Women’s Self-Defense course that I took last year. Several police cars came in response to Ruth’s 911 telephone call. After she described the attack and the attacker, one police officer stayed with her to complete an official report while other officers went to search the area. Lieutenant Holmes arrived about ten minutes later. He was upset with Ruth. “Young lady, didn’t I tell you not to jog?” he said to her. “Why did you ignore my warning? Come with me to show me exactly where this attack occurred.” At the scene, Holmes bent over for a close look over the ground. He looked at, but did not touch the weapon that the stalker had dropped. He observed the pool of blood on the ground, and he turned to look at Ruth to assure himself that this was not her blood. Two other officers nearby were instructed by the lieutenant to call in the Evidence Collection team. Back at Ruth’s apartment, Holmes spoke bluntly, “You had a narrow escape today. The weapon that man used was a long metal bar with extremely sharp edges. You would have been killed or would have suffered brain damage if this weapon had split open your skull. Your kick may make this man more determined than ever to hurt you. We are going to protect you.” The lieutenant continued to speak, “Tomorrow morning a police officer will escort you to work. I have secured permission to lend you a new police radio that will enable you to summon help much faster than by use of a telephone. You press this large button and talk into the unit as if you had dialed 911 on the telephone. As soon as you press the large button, a police dispatcher will be listening to the words you speak.” He gave the police radio to Ruth who put it into her purse. On Friday morning Ruth was ready when the police officer rang her doorbell. She opened the door wide and said, “I just need to go back to the bedroom for my purse, and I will be with you.” The police officer stood in the open doorway. Ruth picked up her purse and looked down the hallway from the bedroom in time to see the stalker striking the police officer over the head. Ruth withdrew the police radio from her purse, pressed the large button, and began shouting, “Emergency! Emergency! Police officer needs help!” She repeated her address twice. The stalker heard her shouting into the radio. He started to move toward her. She slammed and locked the bedroom door. The bathroom entry was through her bedroom. She slammed and locked the bathroom door. Ruth opened the bathroom window and climbed out on the window sill. She could hear the noise of the stalker breaking down her bedroom door as she jumped into the soft flower garden beneath her first floor window. While she ran toward the front of the apartment building, Ruth turned to look back and saw the stalker leaning out the bathroom window. Less than a minute after her call for help, sirens from police vehicles could be heard. Ruth was astonished by the number of police officers who came. The first officers to arrive followed Ruth’s directions and rushed into her apartment. They found their fellow officer unconscious and bleeding. The stalker had left the building by a back door. With several officers at her side, Ruth looked down the street and pointed to a mailman getting into a mail truck. “That is the stalker!” she exclaimed. Officers ran toward the mail truck, but could not get to it before the stalker sped away. One officer went into the building from which the mailman had emerged. “The real mailman is injured and needs an ambulance!” he shouted. “His uniform was stolen.” Police had alerted all cars about the stalker in the mail vehicle and within a few minutes the stalker was in custody. “Your alertness in identifying the stalker in the mailman’s uniform prevented him from escaping,” an officer said to Ruth. A group of officers headed by Lieutenant Holmes brought the captured man to Ruth for her identification. “Yes. This is the man who tried to kill me,” she said. Lieutenant Holmes observed a look of hatred directed toward Ruth. At the preliminary hearing in court and at the trial many months later, Holmes was disturbed to see the same look of bitter hatred directed at Ruth. At police headquarters, officers found the story of the stalker’s life to be a familiar one. There was no father in the home in which he was reared. His mother was an uncaring person. The stalker had a long record of arrests as a juvenile delinquent and as an adult criminal. “Why did you want to hurt this particular young woman?” Lieutenant Holmes asked him. The reply was that his probation officer had suggested that he read his horoscope each day. The horoscope on the first day that he saw Ruth had stated, “An attractive person you will see today will not become a close friend.” In his confused way of thinking, he interpreted the horoscope to mean that this person would be his enemy. The attractive person he saw was Ruth. Ruth’s parents had spent the week of the stalker’s trial in New York with their daughter. After the stalker was found guilty by the jury, Lieutenant Holmes spoke privately with her father. “I have prepared an envelope containing all of the information I have been able to gather about the stalker. Take this envelope home with you and put it in your safe deposit box. This man will serve a long sentence in prison because he nearly killed a police officer who was assigned to protect Ruth. The stalker now directs his hatred at Ruth more than at any other person. I believe that when he gets out of prison, he will try to find your daughter. If the stalker comes near her again, show this information to the local police. They will immediately understand the importance of protecting your daughter.” At the airport on the day that Ruth’s parents were leaving for their hometown, Ruth said to them, “I never have to worry again about the stalker.” “Yes,” her mother replied. “Everything is safe for you now.” Ruth’s father felt in his coat pocket to be certain that he had in his possession the packet of information prepared by Lieutenant Holmes