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What is love
Posted Aug 4, 2000
This is a true story:-
A GI had been in Japan during the war and whilst there he lived with a Japanese woman and had two children with her. He loved the Japanese woman very much. When he came home he did not tell his wife about this love.
Finally when he knew he was dying, he confessed to her the truth of the relationship and the children.
At first she was very upset. Then something within her began to stir and she worked and worked with her anguished feelings, finally before her husband died, she said " I will take care of them "
So she went to Japan, found the young woman and brought her and the two children back to the US. They made a home together and the wife did all she could to teach the young woman English, to get her a job, and to help with the children.
That's what love is.
Love BigAl
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We can all fly
Posted Jul 28, 2000
Come to the edge
We can't, we are afraid
Come to the edge
We can't, we will fall
And they came to the edge
And he pushed them
And they f-l-e-w.
Appolinaire
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Moving ON
Posted Jul 27, 2000
His sweat speaks loudly
She hears only her noise
Move On
His sweat is deafening
His boss threatening
Move On
His sweat is cooling
He returns to silence
he has moved on
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The Window
Posted Jul 25, 2000
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods when his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head:
Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything ?
It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence ----- deathly silence.
The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away -- no works, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after make sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
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BigAl 
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Guilt
Posted Jul 23, 2000
The Master was always teaching that guilt is an evil emotion to be avoided like the very devil - ALL guilt.
"But are we not to hate our sins?" a disciple asked one day.
The Master replied "When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself
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