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Once Upon a Time…( A Prince That Turned into a Frog )

She had just moved to the neighborhood and was invited to one of the church events. As she reached one of the food stands, there he stood in what looked like an army uniform; dreamy. He looked at her and smiled; she shied away. Nonetheless, they spoke and it was the start of a friendship. She was sixteen and he was just four years older.

Throughout the years their friendship grew, they had so many similar interests and could talk for hours. Most of all, they laughed a lot together.  Although they lived near each other, they did not see much of each other but when they did it was quality time. He would always throw in a flirty line and she would make believe she didn’t catch it.

A year went by and he got married, she didn’t go to the wedding. It was a small wedding and only family could go being that the families of the bride and groom were huge. That was ok, she still wished him happiness for they were friends.

Another year went by and she was the one who got married. A week before her wedding, she ran into him. He walked her home and asked her to marry him. She just laughed and said that that wasn’t possible because he was already married and was going to be a father. He insisted and said he’d leave his wife if she just wouldn’t get married. She was firm and seriously said no. Did she hurt his feelings? Perhaps.

Several years went by, thirty to be exact, one day on the internet while on a social network, he found her. They exchanged phone numbers and caught up to the present; both were single again. They decided to meet and go to the movies.

Sparks flew as soon as they meet. Both were very nervous for thirty years had gone by and both had changed in many ways; especially physically. Nonetheless, there was fire and a relationship started; a romantic relationship not just friendship.

Everything was going well for around a month until one sunny Sunday afternoon while she was at a family gathering, she felt ill. She called him up in the middle of the night after she had come back from the event and he drove her to the ER and had to leave her there. At the hospital, she was admitted into the ICU for she had stopped walking.

Time went by and due to her illness they saw little of each other but spoke every day. A year and a half later she opens her social network and sees that he has updated his relationship status. Her heart stops. He was seeing someone else. He did not have the courage to tell her himself. She had to read it.

Loving someone doesn’t mean that you own them. However, being frank is a good thing in relationships. She doesn’t blame him though; not everyone can handle a relationship with a person who has a mysterious illness.

Living and learning.

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( Written September 13, 2013)Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.

Mature?

Lately people have been saying that our youth is not maturing as fast as they did in the past. I myself have been caught saying it. They always have someone to pick up after them, pay their expenses, and make up their minds for them when it comes to what they should do about their lives as long as they are under the some one’s roof. I believe that maturity comes along with responsibility. Not just by paying bills or taking care of one´s things, but also by being responsible for the consequences of each decision that one makes. If parents do not allow their children make their own decisions, how are the youth of today going to mature?

When my sisters and I were growing up, (now that makes me sound old) we were assigned weekly chores like doing laundry, cleaning our rooms, cleaning up the bathroom which included washing the toilet and the bathtub. Chores that the kids nowadays have someone else do for them, at least here in my country. Perhaps you are thinking that I am referring to the elite of the country, but not only. (I am also not saying that 100% are like this.) Parents seem to want to give their children a better life, so they believe that making it easier for them is the best. Mind you, that besides the weekly chores we also had to go to school and get good grades. It sure sounds like a heavy load and compared to today’s situation, it was.

Nowadays the children do not need to do chores in the house, they just have to study. Even so, some of them think that doing homework and studying so much is a heavy load, which reminds me of a joke I saw the other day that talked about the origin of words. The joke started off by saying smog is a combination of the words smoke and fog; blush is a combination of the words blood and rush therefore studying is a combination of the words student dying. Guess that is how the youth feels about the only task they have: study.

On the other hand, life is so different nowadays; perhaps we just have to realize how special our youth is. Perhaps they are light years ahead of us. It takes them less time to learn or appreciate what life has to offer. Nonetheless, maturity is still at question here. How can today´s hi-tech easy-going youngsters be taught responsibility in order for them to become mature?

In this case, I would say that they have to make their own decisions and deal with the consequences of their actions. For instance, if they do not want to study, they have to deal with the fact that they might not do well on the test and flunk the course, leading to another year in the same level. They will have to redo it while their friends move on. This was something that I was taught. You can do whatever you want to, as long as you are willing to handle the consequences, I believe that this way of thinking has made me become mature and face the surprises that life throws at you.

What do you think?

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(Written August 27, 2013) Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.

The Beggar in the Park

There is a man who sits every day on a bench in the park. He wears torn clothes, is wrapped in an old blanket when it is cold and listens to a battery operated radio at times. He is shaved and groomed although his clothes are torn and he wears flip flops. He doesn’t smell, so he does bathe.

Every time someone walks past him he says “Have any change? Do you have any money? I haven’t eaten in a while.” There are some senior citizens who give him a buck or two. He happily thanks them and wishes them blessings. But when they don’t, he adds “You don’t have any money today. Maybe another day?”

I have been walking in the park for over 20 years now. Every time I walk in the morning I see him there. Once I was at a supermarket in the neighborhood and I ran into him. However, he was very well dressed and he was getting out of the driver’s seat of a car. The scene didn’t make much sense to me then. I even thought it was someone who looked very much like him. Nonetheless, when he greeted someone who was walking by, I recognized his voice.

He has also had his fifteen minutes of fame when there was a disaster in the park and the lake dried out. I was watching the news on TV and who did I see? The beggar! He was in tears telling the reporter how much he loved that park.

Some people say he is nuts. If he is, I really cannot affirm. I believe that his job is sitting on the bench on the park from Sunday to Sunday from 8 to noon.

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( Written September 2, 2013)
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