I Drank Tea in December

Written by Arthur Zulu

The two writers laughed aloud as I endedrepparttar story. Not that it wasrepparttar 122139 kind of thing that one likes to hear inrepparttar 122140 morning. Some would quickly go on their knees and pray thatrepparttar 122141 “cup” passes next door. But pray as they might, it is a “cup” that we all must drink from.

By cup, I am not referring torepparttar 122142 cups of tea in our hands that we now resumed to enjoy after telling themrepparttar 122143 story. DD Phil,repparttar 122144 romance writer whorepparttar 122145 ladies like to call Filemon, with a stress onrepparttar 122146 last syllable, was looking dreamily. Sitting with his right hand supporting his chin, his left onrepparttar 122147 chair, andrepparttar 122148 suspended tea cup onrepparttar 122149 table, one would have thought that he was plotting a scene in his next fantasy novel.

Of course,repparttar 122150 story that I was telling them was more fantasy than real. What is real again in this world? For Val Krepparttar 122151 poet, sitting with allrepparttar 122152 cares in this world—his legs wide apart asrepparttar 122153 poles—everything (and that includes life) is poetry. It is no wonder that someone says, “Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways.”

Whetherrepparttar 122154 story was a comedy or a tragedy is another matter. But it was a story about life. And whether life stories are sweet or bitter is for you to judge. Look atrepparttar 122155 verdict of these people.

A chief of King Edwin says: “The present life of man is like a sparrow.” Apostle James, a Bible writer, calls it “a mist that appears for a while and then disappears.”

Butrepparttar 122156 story was more about equivocations—double tongues. And is life not a tale of equivocations? So, after I finishedrepparttar 122157 story, we resumed our tea drinking and comparedrepparttar 122158 story with other equivocal tales.

The first to come to mind was King Croesus who went to consultrepparttar 122159 oracle before embarking on a major military expedition. He was assured that if he went to war, a mighty empire would fall. He believed and went to do battle. Butrepparttar 122160 empire that fell was his!

And then there was Macbeth who was thoroughly deceived byrepparttar 122161 witches. He didn’t think that tress “move” and he never believed that there was any man not “born” of a woman. But he was dead wrong. Equivocation did both people in.

The best of such double tongues, however, was that ofrepparttar 122162 great hinter who was warned that he was to be killed by an animal on a certain day. Sorepparttar 122163 finicky hunter refused to step intorepparttar 122164 bush on that day. But lying in his room,repparttar 122165 head of onerepparttar 122166 animals that he had killed which he had suspended on a rafter, got loose and landed a death-blow on his head!

When I gotrepparttar 122167 message to proceed torepparttar 122168 country with God speed, however,repparttar 122169 first thing that came to my mind was not a word that began with letter E. And thenrepparttar 122170 message became more incessant: You must come home in December. I refusedrepparttar 122171 invitation. Yet, my people sent an emissary who spoiltrepparttar 122172 case for not explaining why I was wanted back home. So I tarried inrepparttar 122173 city, waiting forrepparttar 122174 war ofrepparttar 122175 cyclpos.

Aftermath of a Child’s Near Death Experience

Written by RobinRenee Bridges

An 18 month-old girl lay dying of diphtheria in January of 1944. It was beforerepparttar widespread use of antibiotics. In fact,repparttar 122138 antibiotics were reserved forrepparttar 122139 troops fighting in World War II. That’s whererepparttar 122140 little girl’s father was…on Iwo Jima.

The young mother took her fever-ridden child torepparttar 122141 hospital in hopes that something could be done to save her precious child. The mother was told that there was little that could be done. The fever was much too high forrepparttar 122142 child to survive. Ice water and alcohol rubs could not controlrepparttar 122143 fever. A few hours later,repparttar 122144 mother was told that her beloved daughter, her first and only child, had died.

Within minutes, a frantic doctor ran back intorepparttar 122145 waiting room to tellrepparttar 122146 young mother that her child had come back to life!

Beforerepparttar 122147 evening sun set,repparttar 122148 child was sitting up in her crib playing with her dolly as if nothing out ofrepparttar 122149 ordinary had happened. The fever was gone. The mottled extremities were pink with health. The child giggled shyly asrepparttar 122150 parade of doctors and nurses came in to see her. They brought more toys and stuffed animals thanrepparttar 122151 little crib could hold. They asked questions like, “What’s your dolly’s name?” They marveled atrepparttar 122152 bright eyes and quick responses ofrepparttar 122153 child that surely should have been brain damaged.

My name is RobinRenee, and I was that little girl. I remember nothing aboutrepparttar 122154 event. Nor do I remember when I realized that if I opened my eyes just as I was drifting off to sleep, my room would become an Alice in Wonderland delight.

I learned to fly torepparttar 122155 ceiling turning flips inrepparttar 122156 ether like a trapeze artist. I looked down on my body as it lay sleeping. I stretchedrepparttar 122157 perimeters of my room until it felt smooth to me. I let it curl in upon itself like a nautilus shell. I walked on my “nautilus shell” room leaving footprints as if it were wet sand. Thenrepparttar 122158 room would quickly unwind, spinning me along with it until I ended up inrepparttar 122159 far corner ofrepparttar 122160 ceiling. This dizzying ride was one of my favorite games.

As time passed, I realized that I sawrepparttar 122161 world in a way that others didn’t. I saw people and things that others could not see. I told my parents about these people and things. They patronizingly listened to my “stories,” and then they smiled and assumed that I had imaginary friends and some outlandish ideas.

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