My Knight in Shining Armor has met his Last Dragon...

       My knight in shining armor, who also happens to be the King of my castle, has been slaying dragons all his life. He has been protecting his family and palace bravely and fiercely ever since I was born. I have watched him throughout his battles defeat some of the ugliest dragons one can imagine. Through each and every combat fought with sword and shield he came out a winner, strong and wiser, nonetheless, with a few bruises and scars. He has held his head up high and worn the crown, filled with jewels of honor, honesty, hard work, and integrity that has shown the others in the kingdom that he has reigned and ruled.

       His family has praised him throughout these years and has been proud of his acts of heroism. The Queen, as bold as she can be, has also praised the King´s bravery and boasted about the way he did away with those dragons.

       However, last year, right about this time, the ugliest and most powerful beast has caught up with him and is making him suffer the consequences for not knowing how to stop pursuing him. There is no armor that can shield him from it; no battle axe, sword, crossbow that can help his majesty fight against this monster; there is no fort with high walls to protect him from it. He has been wounded and the wound is eating him up.

       The Queen is at loss, the princesses are weeping as they watch his struggle to live on. However, deep down inside everyone in the court knows that eventually he will have to surrender and give up his throne; not an easy task to do. Nonetheless, the sovereign will leave his reign knowing that he did everything he could to fight and slay this destructive dragon.

       When this day comes, a dark cloud will overtake the kingdom. But the court will always remember how brave and noble their Knight, King, was.

Written: September 26, 2016 :  for my dad.
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And the Patience Award Goes to…

Previously I have mentioned what I enjoy doing in my spare time. One of these things is walking in the park. When I want to get away, I put on my headphones and walk while tripping in some land that the music is taking me to.

At other times, I prefer to listen to what is going on around me; like the birds chirping away, the dogs barking, the frogs croaking and the people talking.

There are many times that I catch myself laughing or getting angry at what is being said. Eavesdropping? Maybe, but if it weren´t made to be heard, it wouldn´t be said.

I want to tell you the story of a young boy and his father. I was walking ahead of them because my legs were hurting and it was a really chilly morning. The son, around 16 years of age, was walking ahead of his dad a bit and kept saying `Come on dad. Let´s go. Move it.´ His dad would say funny things like, `Today I am slower than the dogs.´ His son didn´t laugh though, and he asked his father why the dogs were slow today.

As we kept on walking, I caught myself smiling at the questions and answers that were being given. There was one thing that I still haven´t mentioned; this son was mentally impaired. He would repeat every other sentence 3 times. I listened long enough to figure out his pattern. As he walked by each gate in the park he would try to convince his father to go to a specific place near there, for instance; a bakery, a newsstand or a way home. Patiently the father answered each of his questions several times by explaining why they weren´t going to those places. He would ask three times and the father answered three times.

One particular dialogue caught my attention. The son commented that the father wasn´t telling him to shut up today, which made me think that we all go through a dry spell of patience. However, on this particular morning this father deserved an award for being the most relaxed and patient man that I have ever seen.

Written: September 8, 2016 Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion

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