ABC STARS Inspires

Romeo and Juliet written by William Shakespeare is the iconic romantic love story. We, writers, could be so intense. Except that I was the only one who tried to end my life. Now, after that I am standing tall, enjoying and living the dream. Something like that is just a temporary problem. The reasons that made me do it or her do not matter. Maybe, she did care a bit.  But, the ones who would have missed me if I were gone are the ones that truly matter. The lesson is just let  a day or two pass. Then, it would be different.  At the end of the day we are all going to pass away so, take it from me. Take it easy.  Just pray.

People hounded Miss Elizabeth Taylor for years that she had surgery to keep looking young. Sometime later as years went by she had brain cancer. Her hair was gone because of chemotherapy. In an interview with Larry King, she said (not verbatim), "Now, they are eating their words." She had no scars. My own personal code of ethics is simple. The reader can correct me that is why on the contact page they can send a report for typos or anything that they wish to write about. I will never correct a reader because that is not my job. That is an English teacher's job. Regarding my personal life. They can always file a case.  There are two sides of each story, just like a penny. But, I will keep mine to the grave and wait for Divine Justice. photo credit: oneredsf1 Elizabeth Taylor 1932 - 2011 via photopin (license) License: (license)

How do you fix a broken spirit? How do you fix a broken mind? I can fix a website. I can write. But, again, how do you fix a broken spirit? But, again, how do you fix a broken mind? I can make you smile. I can tell you stories. Yet, again, how do you fix a broken spirit? Yet, again, how do you fix a broken mind? He does not like to be touched anymore. He finds human contact horrid. So how do you fix a broken spirit? So how do you fix a broken mind? His side of the story had always been ignored and doubted. He is all by himself. And they are a pack of wolves.  Broken spirit? Broken mind? That which we cannot see. That which we cannot feel. Why? Why? Listen... Just listen... God is watching us. He sent a Bridge through the Blessed Mother She is called by many names. But here, she is Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia. And the Bridge... El Divino Rostro... photo credit: C. P. Ewing A Short Walk Into the Sunset via photopin (l...

Random acts of kindness always make me feel the goodness of humanity.  I do the same. Most probably you have forgotten me. I was the one who took out your carry-on luggage from the overhead bin on the plane. I am the one who makes sure that when you use the lavatory after me, it would be clean. I am the customer who would not complain at all. If ever, I would jokingly tell you that people make mistakes. Because other people would not be as patient. I even make the bed of the hotel room after I leave. Unfathomable right? No. I am a living testament of miracles. I am the one who reminded you that you forgot your suitcase.  I am the passenger who did not file a case a long time ago in 2009, when your airline company destroyed my luggage. That is why my family or friends always wonder why I only travel light. I only smiled when my Tita Anne told me we have to be forgivable (err) forgiving. It runs in our family. And other myriad genuine and sincere r...

The surreal, strange, and simply put, an enigma: were the sensory feelings that all my senses experienced. I beg your pardon for the superfluous statement. That was meant for emphasis.  The only place I have traveled to that I have to always tell people that I am a foreigner.  In amazement, locals told me you speak good English. Well, I had to say that sometimes like at a bookstore, I had difficulty reading the price (I left my reading glasses at home) and I asked whether it was thirty six Dollars or so. It was just six Dollars or so. She exclaimed, "that's too expensive for a magazine!!!" It was a magazine for writers, unfortunately, unavailable where I am from. But, then again, going back home somebody asked, "what is going on?" because the queues were a bit long at the immigration. I told the couple, 'sorry, I'm a foreigner maybe you should ask them.' Then, he retorted, 'well, me too!' Essentially, there is nothing really m...

Gary Neutown always wondered in simple awe and sheer curiosity as to why he was to be born here on earth... In God's perfect clockwork — one could never be too early nor too late...   He was meant to be the one to renew the face of the world: one town at a time.  To be continued... Painting by cc