Communication Breakdown

A picture says more than a thousand words

So very true!! I will not ever do that! Nothing is that important to read in a text!! If it’s an emergency, they’ll call me.

Playing with words is fun

I saw this on facebook, and this was the caption: “His phone was in his hand. His head was in the back seat. Don’t text and drive.” As a sometimes offender, it hit me hard. I have a family, and people that love me. I don’t want to be this guy, and I hope you don’t want to, either. Even if she telling you she had a boob job, it can wait.

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Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario – Dear God, What Now? – Part 1

Time & Place Scenario

You have been travelling by train in Europe. You wake to find that you’ve missed your stop and you are the last one aboard. You reach for your luggage in the hold above and as you pull it down a wallet (not belonging to you) falls out. You open it to find a large amount of cash…Tell me a story!

When Regina woke up from a deep sleep, she was disoriented.  The traveling had caught up to her.  Trying to get her bearings, she glanced out the window to see if she recognized where she was.

Just then the train passed a sign that said “Switzerland”!  Oh my God, Reggie thought to herself, I missed my stop hours ago.  What am I going to do now?

She quickly reached up to the baggage hold to locate her cell phone when a wallet dropped out.  “What in the world?” she said out loud.  Looking down at it she was almost afraid to pick it up, almost like it was a hot coal or something.  As she opened it up, Reggie saw that it was full of $100 bills and began counting them, 10 – 20 – 30 – 40 – 50 in all!  Not knowing what to think of the wallet with $5,000 in it, she shoved it down into her purse and started a conversation with God.

“Dear God, what now?  What am I supposed to do with this wallet and money?  There’s no ID in it for me to return it to the person, is this a sign?  You told me to take this trip in the first place.  I didn’t know why or what I was supposed to do but I followed Your lead!  Now what does this mean?!  I’m so confused.  And why did You let me get all the way to Switzerland?  Is this where I’m supposed to get off?”

Reggie’s stomach was growling something fierce and she decided to go to the dining car to eat and have a think about her situation.

As she walked through the cars, she noticed that there were no other passengers on board the train but her!  This was extremely disturbing to Reggie considering the train had been practically full when she left the station in Italy.  Her stomach was rolling now, and not just from the hunger either.  Now there was fear on top of that!

She sat down at a table and picked up the menu that was laying on it.  Within a few seconds, a waiter appeared with a glass of water.  “Do you speak English?” Reggie asked.

“Yes, I do quite fluently madam.  How can help you?” came his reply.

“I’d like to have a roast beef sandwich, french fries and a bottle of lager please.”

“Very good!”

Reggie’s hands were trembling as she pulled the wallet from her purse and looked inside it once again.  Confusion, fear, elation and apprehension all seemed to wash over her at the same time.

Just as the waiter was setting her lager on the table, her cell phone began to ring.  Reggie thanked him and dug out the phone.  “Unknown Number” it read.  Upon answering, she got the shock of her life!  A voice said, “Wonder what you’re supposed to do with that money, huh?”

To be continued…

Teresa Marie 5/13/12 ©

#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario

by kellieelmore

The Stranger – Another New E-Mail via Mom – Ponder This One For A Moment!

This should give you cause for serious thought.
The Stranger
A  few years after I was born, my Dad met a  stranger who was new to our small town.  From the  beginning, Dad was fascinated with this  enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live  with our family.  The stranger was quickly  accepted and was around from then on. As  I grew up, I never questioned his place in my  family. In my young mind, he had a special  niche.  
My parents were complementary  instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and  Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he  was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound  for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and  comedies. 
If  I wanted to know anything about politics,  history or science, he always knew the answers  about the past, understood the present and even  seemed able to predict the future!  He took  my family to the first major league ball  game.  He made me laugh, and he made me  cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad  didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom  would get up quietly while the rest of us were  shushing each other to listen to what he had to  say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace  and quiet. 
 (I  wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger  to leave.) Dad ruled our household with  certain moral convictions, but the stranger  never felt obligated to honor them.   Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our  home – not from us, our friends or any  visitors.  After our long time visitor stayed longer he became more daring however,  and even got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother  blush.  My Dad didn’t permit the liberal  use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to  try it on a regular basis.  
He made  cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes  distinguished. He talked freely (much too  freely!) about sex.  His comments were  sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and  generally embarrassing.. 

I now know that  my early concepts about relationships were  influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after  time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet  he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to  leave. 

More than fifty years have passed  since the stranger moved in with our family. He  has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you  could walk into my parents’ den today, you would  still find him sitting over in his corner,  waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.  

His  name?….
We  just call him ‘TV.’ 
Note:  This should be required reading for every household!)  
He  has a wife now….we call her  ‘Computer.’  
Their  first child is “Cell Phone”. 
Second  child “I Pod  “