"My family and I live here!; 'In the valley between The Two Mountains!'"

"My family and I live here!; 'In the valley between the two Mountains!'" "For over 450 years now!" The earth is beautiful. It's truly a "paradise!" The knowledge of Jehovah has undoubtedly filled the whole earth. The teaching and learning coming from 'Ramapo!' are fantastic! All of the resurrections have been completed for about 100 years now, and here it was. We all use to think Enoch was going to be last. He's our "Chieftain!" It was in the Spring on the 9th day of Abib. The year was 2470 C.E. It was time to gather to read from the Scroll and reflect on "Obedience!" The blessings here are incredible. We're always looking ahead. And caring for our families, our learning neighbors, and the earth. One of my learning neighbors from the fourth century. "That's! 400 C.E." Yeah, he heard of Jesus, he said he has seen a picture of Jesus with a beard and looking frail him and his Apostles. I listened carefully and wrote down every detail as to what was in his heart. I put a circle around he heard of Jesus. I wanted to be sure the other 32 teachers were aware of this fact. I wanted to start straight away with how boldly Jesus taught. I quickly pulled up a video on my 25 inch J.W. Video Pad we just got from Ramapo, showing how courageous Jesus was during his Life and Ministry while on earth. He quickly removes frail from his vocabulary and agrees that the picture was a false representation of Jesus. Progression was the key! 8 learning neighbors did not progress and were transferred or died. "Ah!" Life here is lovely. There is peace amongst us all, and food is everywhere. We all speak the same language and serve the same God. Hi, there is Azariah, Hananiah, and Mishael. Hi Ray, Have you seen Daniel? Yes, Prince Azariah, he's with Enoch just beyond those Broom trees. May you continue to live on forever, Ray. Thank you, Prince Azariah. Oh, I'm getting a video message from JW Ooogle. Hi John, Brother Bones, how are you today? I feel great! I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping to mow today. I want to be there, Ray. But I'm meeting with Mephibosheth at half-past two today. But If you could, that would be great. I would love to! Brother Bones. Would after lunch be okay? I could let Sweetie know I'll be mowing grass by then. Very well, my brother, may you continue to 'dwell forever in this valley between the two mountains.' I could go on forever If I related "Jehovah's Victory!" at Armageddon utilizing his 'anointed King,' "Jesus Christ!" I remember that day during the "Great Tribulation." You could feel that at any moment, it would happen. The events happened so fast, although we all expected it to happen. False Religion was burned with fire and "destroyed!" "Sweetie!" beat me to it and exclaimed, "This is it!" and sure enough, 'it was!' Though days were tough back then. "It took a courageous effort!" We always drew strength from reflecting on God's word, the Bible. Our faithful friends also proved to a strengthing aid to us as we were to them. We remembered Isaiah 30:15b, which stated, "Your strength will be in keeping calm and showing trust." "Oh, how we trusted Jehovah's wisdom and not our own." "Obedience was the 'key!'" I remembered King Saul's lousy example, and its disastrous consequences it brought him and his whole household. I remembered from The Watchtower magazine how Courageous Jesus' apostles were when the Jewish Supreme Court ordered the Apostles to stop preaching; they were not intimidated. Instead, they boldly declared: "We must obey God as ruler rather than men." Acts 5:29. I remember vividly coming home that day from out in the ministry 'speaking a bold message!' [I thought of Jonah but knew this was the last chance for the people I was speaking to]. "Breaking News!" The Marriage of the Lamb is taking place. The events outside were terrible. "The Nations had enough of Jehovah's Witnesses and their message and had devised an evil plan to eliminate us all!" We were all isolated to a single location in a triangle battle formation with Brother Bones at its point. The door swung open, and there we were face to face with "Gog of Maʹgog!" "Our God is strong!" "He is Jehovah of Armies!" All we saw was a bright light, and "Gog of Ma'gog!" was gone from before us. That was undoubtedly an unexpected act! Although they knew [Those who stayed "the force of fire"] as we did, that, 'Our God could save us.' And he did! "He did!" You see, time waits for no one. While there is still time, wouldn't you and your family love to live under the loving direction of "God's Kingdom?" I am so thankful to live here with my wife "Sweetie" and our six children Roland, Alex, Robbie, Joslin, Josephine, and Ray jr. "In the valley between the two Mountains." "Sweetie!" I got a video message from Brother Bones; I volunteered to mow grass after lunch. I'll ask Ray jr. if he would like to come along. The other children should be coming back from Ramapo, Eastern territory, tomorrow. That smells delicious, what is it? Quail roasted garlic and Almonds. Miriam, Moses' sister, gave it to me yesterday when we were picking apples in the field. I can hardly wait to taste it. I'll call Ray jr. now. "Ray" lunch! Okay, dad. Mm, what is it, Dad? I could smell it a mile away—quail in roasted garlic and Almonds. I could hardly wait to taste it. I said the same thing, Ray. "Hey, I'm mowing grass after lunch; would you like to come?" No way, Dad, I'm going sailing. That sounds great! Have fun! Now let's get into moms cooking.

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"I'm not going to 'wow you,' "but wow!""

"I'm not going to 'wow you,' "but wow!"" I know I've said this over and over for what seems like a thousand times. Ray asked; What is it you looking for again? I can never remember it anyway. I'm looking for that tiny notebook that was sitting on my desk yesterday. You mean lying on your desk yesterday? "Hey, man!" Please, don't sound so caustic about it. I was just asking, have you seen it? That's all. No worries, Freind. Why don't you ask one of the receptionist; they seem to know everything. Maybe I will when I get a moment sometime today. "Ugh!" the new guy! He looks so friable and guileless he'll never make around here. He can't even keep up with his own notebook. "Ugh!" what was I doing again? Oh yeah, I gotta finish my proposal. The deadline is next week. Nobody ever read these things anyway. This is my 7th one this year. Well, I guess when you're basically ask-ing begging for money, I mean funds, you always have to meet their schedule. I wonder who came up with this beautiful idea for everyone to be in a single location. "Cubicles!" Oh, how I dislike them. I'm surrounded by Ted, Bob, Earl, Grace, and now "the new guy!" Willy. As I was pushing print on my Ipad, Earl popped his head in my cubicle to ask, who is the "new guy!" Ray? "What!;" is this roll call or something? Does it look like I have his name tag on my desk? "Go!" ask the receptionist Earl. She thinks she knows everything. "Wow!" you're pretty 'boorish' today. What's gotten to you? "You, Earl!" You can't go poking your head around in someone else's space like that "E-a-r-l!" Oh, my bad, Ray, do I need to pay? Ha. Ha. Not today, Ted, and please don't add any more antics to your already annoying behavior. At least Bob and Grace have their acts together today, huh? Ted. Nah! She was 15 minutes late again. That's the fourth time this week you do the math, Ray. "What?" Oh, you mean like 4x15? Yeah! Let me see 4x5 = 20 carry over the 2, 4x1 = 4, then add 2. I come up with 60 Ted. 60 what? You said to do the math, so I did. "60!" Oh, I see as Ted looked at me as if I were hubristic for coming up with the number sixty. Good Ray as he quickly swung back around to his own cubicle. Bob made top sales again this month, and Bob always seemed in a hurry but was only going 25 feet to get a cup of coffee black with four sugars. You can see Earl, Ted, and Ray with the tip of their noses sticking out the tops of their cubicles trying to take a quick peep a Bob as he stood there, shaking four packs of sugar at the coffee maker waiting for his one-shot black coffee to finish brewing. Ah, you must be the "new guy!" Willy! I am. My name is Willy, what's yours? "Bob!" as he turned to walk away as fast as he got there with a strange look on his face, shanking his head along with the four packs of sugar as he reached his desk. Hm, very arcadian type of fellow. "Does he work here?" Bob asked himself as he knew he did. Um, excuse me miss. I'm the "new guy," Willy. "Oh yeah!" and I'm Angela, the receptionist! How could I help you, "new guy!" Willy? Someone seemed to have picked up my notebook by mistake, you mean you lost it! No, I- yeah, you lost it! Well, look here, um, "new guy!" Willy, right? It ain't up here! I'm the receptionist. I don't see it 'round here. Alright, Miss, the name is Angela, "W-i-l-l-y!"

"When I'm up here, 'I feel like a tree!'"

Early that morning, my alarm time finally arrived right on time at 6 a.m. on that dark Saturday morning in late October. This time of year, it always stayed darker longer Because the earth is positioned in its orbit, so the sun stays below the North Pole horizon on tilt rotation around the sun. But that didn't stop me, although it felt like I had just gone to bed the previous evening. I knew I had to be at my destination for an early start that morning, but I was already running late before I even started. I was a two-hour drive away from where I needed to be, and I still need to pick up a few supplies like gas, ice, and water before hitting the 'pike.' Wait a minute if it's 6 a.m. and I needed to be at my destination at 7 a.m., and it's a two-hour drive away how late I'm I? I should have awakened at 4:30 a.m. Sometimes It just doesn't work out the way it should, I guess. Now that I arrived an hour late and still had to wait an hour, to start all turned out great! My conscience bothered me because I was still in my mind I was late. But could you imagine if I would have arrived on time sitting there for two hours on time trying to get in that gate? My conscience still bothered me because I'm never late. I would have rather arrived on time to wait! I just sat there as I stared at it. I could hardly wait! The sun is now and shining bright it's not night anymore. Everything is working outright. Suddenly, I heard this loud cranking and squeaking noise as the long iron gate started rolling back on its rail. "Whew!" as I quickly grabbed at my ears but wanted to finish hearing the smooth jazz song playing on the radio by Richard Elliott. I could listen to the loud squeaking again as I entered on my way to park right in front of it. There it is, right there! My adrenaline already started to tingle as I finished up the last sips of my now lukewarm coffee, which left a kind of taste in my mouth, which I could have thrown out the window. "Yuck!" "Ugh!" I do not like 'ice coffee!' I quickly sprayed with a disinfect my cellphone and steering wheel, door handles, and armrest as I exited my truck with my safety goggles, face shield, and heights helmet. "Ah!" as I inheld the morning air and stretched with both arms pointing up for a moment. "Mm!" "Yeah!" That felt good! "Playtime is over!" As I started setting things up to complete the job at hand. "I love my job!"

Getting dirty is a part of it, and I love it! "When I'm up here, I feel like a tree. I can hear the dogs barking at me in the distance. Those don't sound like the wagging of the tail kind of barks, but I'm not afraid because up here! I feel free like nothing can harm me but gravity. That's why safety is my key. Locked in on this task is my trend. For a moment, I thought about my wife, "Sweetie!" She knew I was coming here, and she asked, is there I could give you before you go? I just looked backed and smiled and said, "just hold me like you did yesterday!" That was enough for me. Now up here, I can see just about everything. I'm a "Star too!" everybody notices me from up here, and from the sound of those dogs barking at me, they want a piece of me too. Nevertheless, they don't know me. It makes me feel like I'm a "Star!" when I have completed my job, and I'm leaving, and everybody is yelling out 'at me,' "it looks lovely!" Thank you!" "Great job!" "See ya next time!" As I nod my head up and down with the biggest on my face, that says I'm happy they see me! When I'm up here-

"I did the math; I'll be there, at 'The Window' in the year '2037'"

There is not a day that goes by that I could remember now that I took a moment to think about the last time I didn't see Ms. Ju Masahiro at that window. I'm on my way to school, and she's there. I'm on my way to work, and she's there. A few years ago, I remembered when I was passing by an older woman with a lager portmanteau was trying to carry it upstairs all by herself, and Ms. Masahiro was pointing to something out of her window. I kept walking as usual as I didn't understand their language anyway. I wondered if she knew me. Indeed, she had to recognize my face, for I passed her window since I was in grade school. I also asked myself if anyone else had noticed her always quietly observing at the window. I certainly have. At least twenty years or so have passed. Is this common or just a habit? Maybe she's lonely or wants somebody to notice her at the window. I thought of myself for a moment and then put myself in her shoes. Could I do that? Put me in somebody else's shoes? At her age, "Oh my!" "I'll be that age in the year 2037!" Will there be a window for me? What will I do there at the window? What if nobody notices me! Will I even be able to see far enough? Will I be lonely and all alone? "Oh, no!" "2037!" "2037!" "2037!" I'm running in the opposite direction, but that won't change a thing. My chair will be waiting; instead, I'm running or just being straightforward; it will all be the same. I hope it's at least a rocking chair I'll be sitting in with no shame. I'd better hurry to my window so the next generation passing by can think too!

"That tree; is my favorite!"

Front and center, it stood, that day as we were out my wife and me, when we both noticed it as we were driving up the narrow hill on a cozy winding County Road in Leesburg, Florida that day. It felt like a gloomy day as the weather was mild and not as sunny but somewhat cloudy in mid-April on that Saturday morning as we continued our searching for a new place to call home again. As we neared the top of the hill, we both had the same look on our faces as our GPS navigation system stated, "your destination is on the left in a quarter of a mile." It felt like driving around a giant lake with a beautiful tree in the center of everything. "you have arrived at your destination as we turned off the long winding County Road at the top of the hill onto a long driveway lined with aged Oak trees. The path to the house, which sat back nearly a half-mile from the roadway. Well, my dear, this certainly feels like home as he gently squeezed his wife's hand and said, "That tree; is my favorite." "Wow!" as we both took a moment to glance at its beauty. It looked like that tree seemed to be thriving in its environment, giving everything joy and excitement. We could hear the birds' songs sprang out from its massive branches as the rustling from the leaves made a swishing sound as its breeze went out in all directions through the mid-morning sky. The tree itself was by far the main attraction, and the sellers knew it as I could see from all of the gardenings around it. The house itself was cozy and aged like the beautiful tree centered in front of it. I wondered if someone built this house and planted the tree at the same time. The two together; "they were inseparable!" Someone centered them perfectly decades ago. For a moment, I was thinking of its history, and my wife softly said, "sold!" as she gently squeezed my hand. It was enough for both of us. We hardly ever went above our means of living and seemed content to have found such a lovely aged Country home surrounded by every type of tree you could imagine with nearly nothing on either side of the house in the middle of nowhere. "Perfect!" "This is it!" "What do you mean? "This is it!" No, no, I'm sorry, Sweetie, "not the cry of peace," 'this is it!' "Oh!" You caught me off guard for a moment. Don't "worry," my dear. 'You' will know the difference. I will call Sherry now to submit our offer today! "I want this tree!" You mean the house too, right? Yes, Sweetie, the home also! Hello, Sherry thank you so much for sending us this listing. The home appears to be a go for us. How fast can you make the offer? I sure hope there are no other offers on the table. Thank you, Ray; how is 'Swee-tie' doing? "Great!" She's right beside me as usual. Hold on. I'm switching to the speaker. Hi Sherry, hi Allegra, how do you like the house? We love it, and that 'tree' is so gorgeous. Please tell me they're no other offers. Unfortunately, there is only one other offer on the table, but they are struggling with their contract negotiations right now. "Ahhhh!" "Don't worry; everything is going to be okay. Let the buyers know we'll take it as-is if necessary. Ray shouted into the speaker. I'm checking for a home inspector now. Do you still have the number to that septic company Sherry? Yeah! It's called "Browns Septic Services." Ask for "Big Jonn Brown," the owner. The number is area code, and the number is (321)770-0000. "Great!" Thank you, Sherry; we look forward to hearing back from you shortly regarding the house offer. Okay, you two talk to you soon. Absolutely! and the cell phone speaker turned off. I"m so happy, Ray exclaimed as he picked up Sweetie and swung her around in the breeze coming from the whistling branches of the "Big tree." Let's go! But hope for the best when we hear back from Sherry. "Hey!" "Look, Sweetie!" There is a lake down there. You can see just about everything from the top of this hill. "I love it!" I know, me too. Me too, honey. "That tree; is my favorite!" "Sweetie!" Ray yelled as she turned to take it all in one more time. "Hello!" "Hi, Ray!" Where is "Swee-tie?" We're here on the speaker. How did it go? "Great!" The other offer that was on the table fell off due to bank account tampering, so the owners excepted your offer. And they would like to close by month's end. "Woohoo!" So, "congratulations!" You all are going to be new homeowners, "woohoo!" Thank you, Sherry, for everything. We'll talk more tonight, take care. That certainly was great news. It sure was, as Sweetie started pointing her finger around the yard and asked, what are we going to name that gorgeous tree? Tree sounds good to me, Ray thought but replied we will think of something because "that tree; is my favorite!"

"'What makes you think'... you can continue to treat me that way?"

"'What makes you think'... you can continue to treat me that way?" "Hey," 'I get it!' So, you think you've earned a right over me? I know that feeling too. I've looked in my mirror [

and, "oh yeah!" I love what I see. 'Me!'] a thousand times and said it's 'me!' they will pay to see. "You did it!" Can you see it too? "Fame!" "Fortune!" "Yeah, 'you' better know it!" I worked my butt off and got it. Maybe so, but let's get one thing straight you need to know. "You fooled 'yourself' from the beginning. You selfishly thought while looking in your own mirror, 'they will pay to see me.' [Remember?] Earned you a right over me! "Ha, ha!" We see you, but you're still selfishly thinking everything you say will get a heart right from the start. "No way, Jose!" "'What makes you think'... you can continue to treat me that way?" Yeah, I paid to see you, but sadly I remember me. You see, my mirror made me reevaluate myself when I saw me. It turns out without "Fame!" or "Fortune!" ["Oh, yeah!" I love what I see, its 'me!']

"It's coffee time!"

Hm, I can smell it now. There is nothing like that 'smell' first thing in the morning. And it's calling my name. "Come and get it, Ray!" "Oh yeah!" Folgers Classic Roast instant coffee. Mm, as I sit back with my head laid back on the top of my black Big and Tall Serta office chair with both of my hands covering my face as the whistling from my kettle sounded to indicate 'the water has started boiling' come and get your coffee. Okay, I said in a low thundering voice as I raised my head off the back of my chair, and my hands landed on my desktop and quickly pushed back as it felt like I was going a hundred or so miles per hour in reverse. Woe! as I crashed my chair into a filing cabinet on its the way back. "Oops!" I could hear ' Fuzzy Marley,' a 5-pound half breed Shih Tzu barking [with the look of I eat shoes on his face] as I awoke him from the crash of my rolling Big and Tall Serta chair into the filing cabinet. It's okay, I yelled to 'Fuzzy.' It's poppy getting started; as I repeated, Let's get this day started! As I stood up, I realized how comfortable my Big and Tall Serta chair was. It felt like the first day I sat in it before purchasing it at Office Depot. As I started to walk, I thought of dragging both feet on the cold tile floor as one of my half-eaten off the top slippers flew off. This shoe never stays on, and I said to myself, 'Fuzzy Marley' made sure of that when he ate one whole top side about a month ago. as I left the slipper to get that noisy "whistling kettle!" "Yikes! 'this floor is cold!'" as I continued dragging one shoe and a one hopping and drag motion. It's coffee time! As I reached for the knob on the cooktop to turn it to a lower setting. The whistling instantly subsided. I quickly rinsed out my two cup coffee [jug] mug and added one tablespoon and a half of Folgers Classic Roast coffee, three tablespoons of Nestle Coffeemate powdered creamer. Mm, as I glanced while stirring the coffee and creamer together before adding- there was a nestle Pure Life Purified plastic 16.9 oz water bottle sitting on the slightly warped Formica countertop. While I was still stirring in the mug, I reached for a zero-calorie single packet of Splenda to add in with my other dry ingredients before pouring in hot water from the low whistling kettle. I finally rested my left bare slipperless foot on a fluffy white rug in front of the kitchen sink. Sub-consciously I thought, am I a Nestle fan? I never even knew it until now. "Oh, well!" I guess Nestle it is. Maybe it's a coincidence. Mm, as the Splenda packet tore open, half of it fell to the counter and the other half in my coffee mug. I didn't feel vexed or make any expressions or sounds; I was still staring at the 16.9 oz Nestle water bottle. Ah, it's nothing. I concluded, reaching for another Splenda packet. This time I was focused not like before. I wanted some coffee badly. I gently cut across the top of the single pack of sweetener with a pair of meat cutting scissors. "Perfect!" As I poured the whole packet into my mug, forgetting there was a half-packet inside my coffee mug already. I quickly compensated by adding a half tablespoon of more coffee and a smidgen of powdered creamer. I'm getting started now for sure! I promptly whipped all the ingredients together as if I were making a nice thick cup of Cuban coffee, and then I slowly poured in my water and stirred slowly. A nice Whip Cream topping would be nice but not this time. "Ooooh!" is the sound I make after taking my first sip of coffee in the mornings. Now that's how you save money right there. Hm, I wonder if there is some Nestle Instant coffee out there? Yep! You're guilty as I turned and caught 'Fuzzy Marley' with his face buried in the same spot at the top of my half-eaten slipper. Thank you as a bent down to grab it from him, and another piece of foam fell out. I got my slipper, and 'Fuzzy Marley' got the foam and ran off as I spilled a couple of drops of my coffee trying to stop him. I turned my slipper over, wiped up the few drops, and kept going to my comfortable Big and Tall Serta chair. [well, I know what that means for 'Fuzzy Marley.' Foam in the belly and no-poo for a couple of days] But realized [no doctors visits for us] as I firmly sat my mug down on my unleveled desk, spilling coffee as I ran after 'Fuzzy Marley!' with slipper foam in his mouth. Low in behold as I turned the corner, there it was, the foam lying there. So, it turns out, 'you're not like' the movie "Marley!" I beg to differ. I do still have that half-eaten off of the top slipper in my office. I grabbed a Downey paper towel that ripped off three instead of one. The select rolls, "yes!" I get annoyed by convenience sometimes. A little water and were good. As I got back to my unleveled desk, I realized the spilled coffee rolled across and behind my desk. Well, I thought naught in my mind for a moment. Then I started to wipe up the top now and behind the desk when I need to move it. As I plopped down in my Big and Tall Serta chair, I wondered about buying some Nestle paper towels.

"If you think, I'm going in there!"

"Okie Doke!"... I'd better hurry and call Darrell, the show is about to begin! Now, Darrell is about 6 ft. and 8 inches tall. Most of that is probably his patted down afro. Hm. Rare to see a black man ["Oops!" I'd better say a person of color before coming under fire] with blue eyes. I've always wanted to ask if they were contacts, but I never do. I even caught myself searching for some green contacts online. You see, Darrell and I are "so similar"; we're different people, but it seems we're always on the same page with one another. Everybody loves us, and we love everybody too. Well, I guess it has a lot to do with where we live. Me being from that "big city down South that is known as Miami!" Darrell, on the other hand, was raised near "Dinasour World." He's from the Fort Myers area out West. He makes me laugh all the time; we both be going back in forth all the time. Oh, well, Darrell kills me when I'm calling, and the cell phone keeps ringing 'til it reaches his voice mail, which is always full. "ugh," I can't even leave a message. He knows the show is going to start soon. He doesn't yet know it's a Ballet that we're going to. It's a surprise! I've always wanted to attend one. I finally got my chance when I was randomly browsing and came across this show. I already know Darrell is going to take this hard. Remember, Darrell lives up near "Dinosaur World!" West of Central Florida. Oh! Wait a sec; that's Darrell texting now! "Alexa!" read aloud the incoming text. " I'm unsure of what you're asking. You can say things like- Ray abruptly cut in. "Alexa!" please read the incoming text. [Yep, this is a Buick] Incoming text from as Alexa started spelling out the name D-a-r-r-e-l-l-. Oh my! Ray gasped as he drove along Interstate 4 traveling East, cruising the minimum speed of 40 miles per hour. And just as he was about to push the redial, the Buick's [That's an Alexa!] Bluetooth started buzzing incoming call from Darrell. It seems as though Ray forgot all about his frustration and said, "Hello, this is, 'Ray Wheeler!' here!" Darrell answered, I know, I called you, remember. Are you almost here? I have to go to work at 2 A.M., you know. Yeah! Ray says in an excited voice as he exited the wrong exit off Interstate 4. Oh no! Ray exclaimed! What! Darrell asked? Nothing buddy. Ray sighs and then says, you are going to love this Ballet. [Oops, Ray, "let the cat out of the bag and didn't even know it!"] You mean to tell me I'm missing out on my precious sleep; to go to a Ballet? "Yikes!" Yep, "ah man!" Darrell sighed; "If you think, I'm going in there!" I should have known. You did the same thing when we went to the movies at Downtown Disney; what was that movie called again? Darrell was trying to remind himself. "Oh yeah! '27 dresses!'" You know that night wasn't so bad, was it? Nah, Darrell said in a long whining voice, but you couldn't find something with more action? Nope, as Ray finally found another exit that worked out better anyway. Hey, buddy, it's a good thing to shed a tear now and then. I'm from "Fort Meyers!" And we don't shed tears down here! Yeah, I know, that's why you're still single. My bad, I shouldn't have said that, buddy. It's all good, "pie boy!" Darrell replied. You know it! Ray said back; I wouldn't want to have it any other way. I'm here! Are you coming out, Dude?! Yeah! I'm on the way. After the show, Darrell was like, "ah, man!" That was "spectacular!" Did you shed your first tear? Ha, ha, ha! Now you're trying to be funny. "Indeed, I am!" I can't wait to tell everybody you went to your first Ballet.

I cried, 'dry tears,' last night.

It seems as though it was just another night. I long since have given my Sweetie her goodnight kiss as she and my puppy decided to stay up a little longer. "Not me!" I was tired out again by the hot Florida sun. All I wanted to is find my pillow. I only had a few important things to do first. Number one, Floss! And number two, brush my teeth! Sweetie might want another kiss or two. I always have to be ready! "Ahhh!" Now that felt refreshing. Mm, my pillow fail behind the headboard again! "Ughh!" This mattress must weigh a thousand pounds, and it's so hard to move. How does a pillow fall so easily behind there? Don't know, but I 'v got it again as I try to move this heavy mattress back in place. Oh boy! Now my pillows are in place. "Aaah!" Finally, I could rest up a bit. Suddenly, after all of that movement, my body didn't feel so sleepy anymore. I wonder why? Strange, maybe it thought I was going back to work something, oh well. I thought for a moment and thought about television, but I quickly said no to that in a hurry. [What would Sweetie say? Probably, "I thought you were going to bed" or something like that] What about cell phone scrabble? Nah, too much thinking for that challenge. For a moment, I thought I developed insomnia. Something strange was happening to me for sure. Then all of a sudden, I felt overwhelmed with emotions. I wasn't even watching a tear-jerking movie. How could a man! 6 foot and four inches tall be overwhelmed with emotions? I guess it happens. But there are no tears on my face as it feels as dry as a piece of paper. I will research this unusual episode for sure. Tomorrow I will start with the Awake and Watchtower magazines first. [I might find a life story similar to my own] If I asked Google, they might pull up a shrink. When I awake in the morning, I could tell Sweetie. I cried, 'dry tears,' last night.

I'm stress free when;...

If you were thinking when I leave home and come into the office or after coming home after a long day mowing grass in the Florida sun, you're mistaken. First, let us get one thing clear, and please don't ever forget it! My home is where my family lives. And since the aura that surrounds me is peaceful, how would you say my house is? If you answered, please don't reply [Rhetorical]! My home is like a "Triangle." →

No matter how much weight you apply to it, our family can sustain it. →

Besides, coming in after a long day out of hot Florida sun is a good thing, especially after having a nice cold glass of buttermilk. Throughout my day, "this!" is the very thing that has helped me throughout my day. A glimpse here and there, the things around you start to come alive. I look up and down and from side to side, taking in the beauty of the Universe. I can begin to feel an 'overwhelming joy coming over me!' Our Universe is awe-inspiring! If I could describe it in words, "wow!" would be among the top five names. If I wrote it, well, it could go on and on like forever, but this is a short story. I kind of feel you get the point anyway.

Nevertheless, "I'm stress-free when;... I can take every possible moment there is to observe creation." At night, the sky is so clear I could distinguish one constellation from the other. I even counted a hundred or so stars. The mosquitoes reminded me it was time to go inside my house as I'm reminding you to look up and down and from side to side. You will become stress-free as I have.

Why don't you know me?

Yeah! I'm boastful. I've traveled the world with it; there isn't any shame in that. But wait a minute, so are you. It seems as though you're making a movie because every time I look around, there you are too. So who needs attention? Your a busy little bee. I don't know you always seem to be your reply, but you expect me to sit idle while you go carrying on here and there beating a drum. If you knew me, you would know I'm far-sighted with a broad view peering into the distance like an eagle making every catch. If you knew me, you would have known I could travel swiftly in any direction at any given moment like a flash of lighting. If you knew me, you would never say I was partial; you would see the word 'Love' surrounding me. If you knew me, you would know that I'm loyal and trustworthy, from end to end. If you knew me, you would say, "look a man with good intentions and heart." If you knew me, you would recognize my lowly disposition towards others. If you knew me, you would know that the aura that surrounds me is so peaceful. If you knew me, you would recognize me as a friend as if I were your brother. If you knew me, you would know I could become whatever is always needed to help you, building you up, and you would know I could never tear you down. Besides, how could you get to know me when you're to busy continually chasing after Ceaser ["Whose image and inscription is this?"]; "is that your allegiance still?"

"Who said that?;"... does it even matter?

"Who said that?;"... does it even matter? It is the way I'm continually feeling towards words coming out of the hearts of many that spilled out like a glass of water that was half full but spilled. All my life, I held it dear, and close to my heart, I only sang it out when I was cold and afraid it wasn't even dark. Now that I'm all grown up, I'm not Lonely anymore but healthy and wiser than I ever was before in my youth when I had already lost a tooth. When I sang my song with boldness, cheerfulness, and great determination, It doesn't matter how it or who has said it; 'this is my song!' "It makes me feel anew with joyfulness!" The kind of joy that relaxes and puts you in a setting as if I'm on a beautiful oasis drawing it all over my oiled canvas, and in every corner, I penned the words "Who said that?;" ... does it even matter? You see, this is "my song!" [I'm singing it] Those words "are old!" What I'm singing is from the heart, but your comments we're stealing the hearts of others. You're so cold trying to use words that could easily break a person's morals and code. Yeah, I'm "tall!" and "strong!" and "handsome!" but many say I'm "very bold!" Your comments can never affect me because I'm focused on ignoring chatter, and I don't swing blows at the empty air on things that don't matter. [End of the song]