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              The 'Middle Wife'
            by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher

A Poem That Gives You Goosebumps.. >>>> >>>> A drunk man in an Oldsmobile >>>> They said had run the light >>>> That caused the six-car pileup >>>> On 109 that night. >>>> When broken bodies lay about >>>> "And blood was everywhere," >>>> "The sirens screamed out eulogies," >>>> For death was in the air. >>>> "A mother, trapped inside her car," >>>> Was heard above the noise; >>>> Her plain tive plea near split the air: >>>> "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" >>>> She fought to loose her pinned hands; >>>> "She struggled to get free," >>>> But mangled metal held her fast >>>> In grim captivity. >>>> Her frightened eyes then focused >>>> "On where the back seat once had been," >>>> But all she saw was broken glass and >>>> Two children's seats crushed in. >>>> Her twins were nowhere to be seen; >>>> "She did not hear them cry, " >>>> "And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, " >>>> "Oh, God, don't let them die! " >>>> Then firemen came and cut her loose, " >>>> "But when they searched the back," >>>> "They found therein no little boys," >>>> But the seat belts were intact. >>>> They thought the woman had gone mad >>>> "And was traveling alone, " >>>> "But when they turned to question her, " >>>> They discovered she was gone. >>>> Policemen saw her running wild >>>> And screaming above the noise >>>> "In beseeching supplication, " >>>> Please help me find my boys! >>>> They're four years old and wear blue shirts; >>>> "Their jeans are blue to match."" >>>> "One cop spoke up, ""They're in my car, " >>>> &n bsp; And they don't have a scratch. >>>> They said their daddy put them there >>>> "And gave them each a cone, " >>>> Then told them both to wait for Mom >>>> To come and take them home. >>>> "I've searched the area high and low, " >>>> But I can't find their dad. >>>> "He must have fled the scene, " >>>> "I guess, and that is very bad." >>>> "The mother hugged the twins and said, " >>>> "While wiping at a tear, " >>>> "He could not flee the scene, you see, " >>>> "For he's been dead a year." >>>> "The cop just looked confused and asked, " >>>> "Now, how can that be true? " >>>> "The boys said, ""Mommy, Daddy came " >>>> "And left a kiss for you."" " >>>> He told us not to worry >>>> "And that you would be all right, " >>>> And then he put us in this car with >>>> "The pretty, flashing light. " >>>> "We wanted him to stay with us, " >>>> "Because we miss him so, " >>>> "But Mommy, he just hugged us tight " >>>> And said he had to go. >>>> He said someday we'd understand >>>> "And told us not to fuss, " >>>> "And he said to tell you, Mommy," >>>> "He's watching over us." >>>> The mother knew without a doubt >>>> "That what they spoke was true, " >>>> "For she recalled their dad's last words, " >>>> " I will watch over you." >>>> The firemen's notes could not explain >>>> "The twisted, mangled car, " >>>> And how the three of them escaped >>>> Without a single scar. >>>> "But on the cop's report was scribed, " >>>> "In print so very fine, " >>>> An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109. >>

The Truth About Santa Claus ============================ I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" She snorted... "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor Has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad! Now, put On your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a Few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my Friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked Kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a Good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's Helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: Ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have The Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. ...And then there are just - Americans. You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You Call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman," ... And that's OK. But when I call you Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... You call me a racist. You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live? You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin Luther King Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi. You Have Yom Hashoah. You have the NAACP. And you have BET. If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) ... We'd be racists. If we had a White Pride Day ... You would call us racists. If we had White History Month ... We'd be racists. If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" OUR lives ... We'd be racists. We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that? If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships ... You know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly-proclaimed Black-only Colleges in the US , yet if there were "White-only Colleges" ... THAT would be a racist college. In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, ... You would call us racists. You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride ... You call us racists. You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer who is running from the LAW and posing a threat to ALL of society ... You call him a racist. I am proud. ... But, you call me a racist. Why is it that only whites can be racists?

An atheist was walking in the forest admiring the trees and the flowers. he stopped to watch some fish in a large stream when from behind him the bushes started rustling when he turned to see what the commotion was he was terrified to see a giant grizzly bear come charging right towards him he started running as fast as he could but the bear was right on his heals when he tripped as he rolled over to get up the bear knocked him back down. It put one huge paw on his chest raised it's right paw to deliver the killing blow. the atheist screamed out "oh God " then every thing froze the birds in the trees the waves in the stream the bear in mid strike. The man was bathed in pure light and from that light came a voice that said "you have spent your life telling people I don't exist now you expect me to help you?" the man stared in to the light and replied no because that would make me into a hypocrite I ask that you make the bear into a Christian God said let it be so. Time started back the birds were singing the stream was flowing the bear lowered his paw looked at the man put his paws back together in prayer the man saw his chance as he got up he heard the bear say "dear God I thank you for the food I'm about to eat....."