Written by Arleen M. Kaptur

A child is born and everyone is delighted. They ooh and aah overrepparttar precious little one but no one seems to take notice of one important detail. This scene of seeing a newborn and admiringrepparttar 123888 handiwork of life itself has been repeated millions of times for generations.

Each child that is born hasrepparttar 123889 unique attribute of being an “angel”. Yes, there are television programs, books, magazines all dedicated to these heavenly beings. They are our helpers, our motivators, and our guides. They make us aware of some impending danger and they watch over children at night. Remember that beautiful old prayer “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep”?

In essence, we are all angels to each other. But we are angels with a flaw. We are born with just one wing. As a child, I heard stories about one-winged angels but never considered myself to be one. Asrepparttar 123890 years passed, I met many of these one-winged delights, and saw this flaw in my own children. It may sound peculiar but I was grateful they were one-winged angels.

The power behind having one wing is immense and awe-inspiring. You may be privileged to knowrepparttar 123891 two-wing angels and that’s just great. I, for one, marvel atrepparttar 123892 knowledge it took to make one-wing models. If you have two wings you can fly and do whatever you want, when you want to andrepparttar 123893 ability to get a lot accomplished is wonderful. I feel a bit sorry forrepparttar 123894 two-wingers because they get to do everything by themselves. We one-wing models need each other. Oh sure, we could accomplish what we set out to do with only one wing but it would take a lot more effort and a lot more time. Considerrepparttar 123895 alternative - you have one wing, I have one wing and together we have two. We need to hold on to each other, to count on one another, and to be there forrepparttar 123896 other because we are one-wing. Whatever your personal belief in life is - marvel atrepparttar 123897 brilliance of creating beings such as these. You knew that they would be impatient to get things done, their work load would be ever increasing, and yes, their tempers would shorten withrepparttar 123898 time restraints. Sorepparttar 123899 idea came to make them believe they are self-sufficient yet by nature they will need each other. How truly marvelous!

This Side Of The Rainbow

Written by Helaine Iris

This Side Of The Rainbow Helaine Iris ©2002

I recently took a ride torepparttar video store to select my evening’s entertainment. A dramatic thunderstorm was passing over as I made my way across town inrepparttar 123887 middle of late afternoon rush hour traffic.

The sky was dark andrepparttar 123888 rain was coming down in torrents. I made my way intorepparttar 123889 store surrendering torepparttar 123890 inevitable soaking I was unable to prevent.

As I lost myself inrepparttar 123891 search forrepparttar 123892 perfect film to matchrepparttar 123893 mood ofrepparttar 123894 evening I became aware ofrepparttar 123895 sun, suddenly and brilliantly streaming throughrepparttar 123896 west windows ofrepparttar 123897 store.

Perfect conditions for a rainbow, I thought.

I made a quick decision, grabbed a movie, and blew out ofrepparttar 123898 store like a child distracted byrepparttar 123899 bells of an ice cream truck.

“Get inrepparttar 123900 car and drive east,” an inner voice prompted. As I drove downrepparttar 123901 street I felt like a rainbow chaser. Dodging and weaving in and out of traffic with my eyes mostly not onrepparttar 123902 road, searchingrepparttar 123903 still black sky for any sign ofrepparttar 123904 spectral wonder I knew had to be there.

Yes! There it was. Arching acrossrepparttar 123905 whole city a perfect rainbow. Each color brilliant and revealing to me it’s momentary magic. I was so excited I wanted to yell to allrepparttar 123906 passing cars, “Look up!”

I pulled intorepparttar 123907 nearest parking lot and jumped out of my car to bask in this vivid gift. Time slowed down. I felt a shift in my awareness as if I wererepparttar 123908 only one witnessing this moment. I stared intorepparttar 123909 magnificent color and began to hearrepparttar 123910 song “Somewhere Over The Rainbow.” I wondered where Dorothy fromrepparttar 123911 “Wizard of OZ” thought “overrepparttar 123912 rainbow” was.

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