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I tried everything to help them.
Honestly I did.
Whenever I heard something bad about them…I spread the news all over town…Like I always say, when it comes to other people…the safest bet is always to assume the worst…liverwurst.
Ahem. I’m digressing now…where was I?
Whenever they wanted to talk things over with me, I always made time for them…time to give them the silent treatment…they’re sick…sick people after all…they need treatment…and what better treatment could I give them?
What can I say?
I’m a doctor.
A healer of souls and minds…
I treat people…with contempt perhaps, but like I always say, treatment is treatment.
Still, people just don’t get it. Heck! If you listen to some people around here you’d think I was some sort of hypocrite or something.
As if I were the one to be despised!
Consider this though…Whenever anyone wanted a shoulder to cry on…who was the always the first to offer them a cold shoulder?
And…what did I get out of doing this?
Not one penny…
Yet, despite all my efforts, all these things I’ve done, all the rumors I’ve spread, the people I’ve given the silent treatment to simply refuse to make any effort to change…honestly, I just don’t know what more I can do for these idiots…sigh…If I only knew where the problem was…then I could avoid dealing with it…
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Herman was well dressed and well spoken while Hilda always dressed as if looking in the mirror had never occurred to her…not only that, Hilda’s speech stuttered and stammered whenever she tried to make a point. Herman spent thousands of hours traveling the world, preaching powerfully in public while partying in private with anyone who was willing…creating experiences that were entertaining but didn’t really change anything…Meanwhile, Hilda lived a quiet and honest life, never leaving her small town…,she stayed true to her husband, raising her children to be civil, being a light to those around her going through dark valleys. Herman was given his own tv show and honored as a man of God on the cover of many magazines…and was promptly forgotten in the year after his passing….meanwhile the small seeds Hilda had sown in love lived on in the lives of those she had encountered…a ministry of service that kept on growing in impact throughout the years…a ministry that was truly world changing….and never self promoting…
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It began as a beautiful, innocent morning.They even began as friends...but soon the day would take a tragic turn. You see, both Billy and Bobby had labored throughout the day to build their sand castles to epic scale and the sight of those buildings of sand was indeed a beautiful one to behold. However, the tragic truth was that at some point in the day, both Billy and Bobby had come to believe the lie...the lie that their value as humans was based on the amount of toys in their possession...That the winner at the end of the day would be the boy with the biggest and best castle. Yes dear friends, it was there, deep within the soul, that the true enemy lurked. Those prideful lies that prompted the great war to break forth among the boys. Eventually, after working together to destroy all the inferior castles around them and then looting their plastic sand trowels and buckets...came the dramatic moment when Billy and Bobby were themselves forced to face off in their battle for complete control of the beach. "I'm not going to stand for this anymore!" Yelled Billy. "Well then, take a seat if you won't stand for it, " retorted Bobby. Billy began marching toward his sworn enemy as his face twisted in rage. "You know what Bobby, you're strange." With that Bobby began to cackle. "Really? At least I'm not a stranger!" All the rest of the day the boys fought with words and fists...until finally, as the sun went down, their parents returned to pass judgement. Breaking up the fight and dragging them back to their homes for their just punishment. Strangely enough, it was during that very same night that the tide began to come in...washing away all the castles of sand and plastic toys...leaving the beach clean and without any trace of the noble fight that had ended the day before...
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I cut this scene from Memories of Dwayne...but, I still liked it...so, I'm sharing it here with you...
“Welcome y'all,” The preacher paused to straighten his sweat-drenched collar. "Just call me Dwayne. After all, we're all friends here, aren't we?”
Yellow shafts of light beamed through the windows, illuminating the simply decorated Church.
In many ways it was a typical lazy Sunday morning, however, it was unusual in the fact that the pews were full.
Quite a few citizens were curious about the handsome preacher standing on the stage in front of the church.
The preacher in question wore a blue-checkered shirt and black jeans. He set his straw cowboy hat onto the wooden pulpit before him.
“I tell ya, it sure is a privilege to be asked ta preach to ya fine folks. It humbles me...it really does...I’m just a simple country boy but I’ll try do my best for ya all. That much I can promise ya... "
Dwayne smiled, revealing a mouthful of perfect teeth.
“I just gotta few words of thanks ta share before I start my message. I haven’t been here that long but Travis...Travis where are ya...” Dwayne scanned his flock. “I think we all know who I’m talkin' about don't we? Yes sir, that well-dressed young man there in the front row. Ya wanna stand up?" Travis stood and proudly adjusted his suit as the preacher continued. "I just wanna thank ya for makin’ a country boy so welcome. That's all right Travis, you can sit down now...I wouldn't wanna wear ya out." The preacher cleared his throat. "The other person I’d like ta thank here this mornin is my dear wife, Marsha Pruen. I'm not gonna ask her ta stand. She's a humble woman...but I just wanna say I'm blessed ta have her in my life an ask ya all ta give her a round of applause.”
The congregation clapped and cheered on cue.
Dwayne paused to wipe moisture from his forehead.
The air was heavy with humidity and the smell of sweat.
Faint engine sounds drifted in through open windows.
“Yep, I can still taste that fine loaf of fresh bread she baked for me just this mornin!" Dwayne smiled. “It sure is distractin’ but I gotta sermon ta preach don't I?" He adjusted the notes on the pulpit. "Yes sir...this sermon has long needed ta be preached. Everywhere ya look, ya see thieves, drunkards, and perverts roamin this island!” The preacher shook his head. "Folks, I tell ya the truth, it saddens my heart ta see these people gettin sucked into sin...But we gotta think of our children...we gotta do what's right for them! We gotta take some action against these sinners runnin around here!” Dwayne slammed his fist onto the pulpit. “Some serious action! We gotta do what it takes ta make this here island great again...are ya with me?”
The crowd roared its approval.
"I tell ya I'm sure glad ta hear that. Now here's how we're gonna do it..."