“Help! Can anyone hear me? I’ve fallen and can’t get up off this bed!” Why I bother to call for help in an empty house is beyond me, but it makes me laugh at myself! Enough of self pity for today. Save some for tomorrow. The young middle age woman yawned and pulled herself up, butt first ,off of her velour quilt -she made herself. Let me see…. She thought. What do I have to search for to motivate me today?
The middle age woman walked into the bathroom & looked in the mirror. No bags. No sags, only a few grays. Smooth chocolate latte skin. What do I need to do to jump start greatness? She thought. She walked over to her typewriter-not computer, and put a light purple piece of paper in the carriage. Dear Editor and Chief. As was usually the case, the young middle age woman was writing for a cause. Which one today? Dear Sir; It has come to my attention that students that are different feel they do not exist in our schools. My child is one of these different children. Voices that should be heard.