May i Ask You to take A Moment and Pray, Send Hope to Lafayette Louisiana.

                 May i Ask You to take A Moment and Pray, Send Hope to Lafayette Louisiana.
                                                                   by
                                                                MWD.



                         After a fairly odd night at work, spending some twenty minutes decompressing with Craig, talking about work and life in general after clocking out.

                    i Work in a machine shop. Tons and Tons of metal is crafted into axels, shafts and transmission parts. Raw material fed into machines by the  amazing men and women i work with, getting spat out and put into steel bins, usually totaling anywhere between 1 to 2 tons in weight. These are moved about via Mitsubishi TowMotors about the shop. Well, the shop redid the floor and seem highly worried about scuff marks/scratches on the floor.  I believe I am heading for a write-up as marks, scars and drag-marks happen on oily surfaces at the colossal speed of 1 to 2 miles an hour. I truly feel for and love my BOSS as he brings scratches and such discovered on day shift  to my and others attention.  I cannot imagine how he feels about wanting us to be gentler, softer and further careful and vigilant when setting TONS of weight to recently painted concrete flooring. He's a proud man, did time in our Army, and I think his mind is blowing chunks on this. He may be my BOSS, yet he has one as well.

                  CRaig and i  usually talk to each other every night after work. We comment about sounds heard, occasional coyotes baying, frog sounds and hilarious PA messages from seriously over-worked men  for a towmotor operator as they imitate one another. We laugh, share things, shake hands, enter our vehicles after saying "seeya later today, or Seeya in the PM" as those that work hours like us, there is no tomorrow except for weekends.

                   i get into my Trailblazer, fire up the straight 4.2 and click my radio to life and am greeted with-

                   "Police are not releasing the name of the 58 year old white male that killed 3 people while gunning down 7 more at a movie theatre in Lafayette Louisiana during the opening of the film Trainwreck. "

                     i was stopped hard by this news. Just two days ago I reread an old blog entry about the Colorado Movie shooting that the shooter is now on trial for.

                       

                     i began crying as i thought about how those there must have seen this come down before their eyes. i thought about children that may have been there and what their minds, innocence shattering as bullet fire rang out and how scared they must have been.

                     Needing cigs, I stopped at the GetGo on my way home. i asked the register worker what she thought the shooting.

                      She hadn't heard of it, nor had the three people behind me. Quickly, The Three nailed their SmartPhones discovering it. i heard heaving gasps from them, a couple saying 'my god!"

                       "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?" an Applebees  smock clad waitress exclaimed.

                        "I need to call my wife," a tired looking black man in overalls shared.

                     "your total is 12 dollars and 30 cents,"

                      Swiping my debit card across a reader, i offered this: "pray for them if you have it within to do so."

                      A stranger put his hands on my shoulders as i turned around to exit. He was crying, saying, "Dear Lord Jesus, be with the ones in the hospital, their friends and children."

                     i looked into this mans eyes and felt his  words/hearts desire to God.

                     my Savior, Jesus, thank you making me do what i do and see what occurs around me.

                     

                      He is With us, Always
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                    Father of all beautiful and wonderful things, i ask you to stretch your loving arms around the people of Lafayette Louisiana as they struggle, cry, hurt, and wake this morn feeling way different than they had to day before. Dear holder of my heart and soul, i pray you be with them as you have always stuck by my side never straddling  a fence as I faltered before you . i kind of know you will, yet i ask you all the same. I cannot fully know nor imagine how big your heart and thoughts for us  truly must be. Your love so great and vast,  eclipsing the highest Earthland peaks while delving into depths far lower in the darkest,  most secretive and protected parts of our hearts.  Lord, Jesus, if you were a music studio (and in my heart of hearts, you are to so many. Inspiring them, fueling them, touching their minds causing fire to ignite within them,  nailing hearts to share to the world.) your soundboard would have a billion plus sliders to balance.  i beseech you both, my Jesus and his Dad, God: Have this city awaken in a few hours and see your glory and peaceful embrace hold them. They will be hurting in ways i sickly can imagine. This  coming weekend, parents telling loving children that maybe going to a movie isn't a great idea right now, give these parents blessed alternatives being a picnic in the park, their kids and friends cooking the kitchen night, and.or whatever ideas you would grant them, if lost without your love, or simply blindsided today and hold you high.

                      my Loving and Guiding Force in my sinful heart, Jesus: Have others extend arms around to embrace so many so hurting across my lands this morning. God, shove some incredibly stubborn to place in their heart they can place a quivering hand to another s shoulder as they express: I'm sorry for your loss.

                  Lord, their minds must be rifling across so many things: Movies, Not Safe. Churches, ditto, forget Postal offices, Jobs, schools, gas stations, Malls, where is Safe Harbor?

                 My Heavenly Father, teach them easier than you did me in letting them know the only safe place is how we live each day while trying our hardest to try and stay by your side and not stray from you.

                So grateful you gave yourself for us.

                 In Jesus name, i pray, Amen.

     - MWD. words from me shared via permission given ALL of us to do so. What is your cost of faith? How would having faith hurt you? Just asking....

               Be Blessed in your walk.

                     

                   
                       
       
                     


               

                         

               

My Humble Thanks to Those Visiting my Long Walk.

                                                  My Humble Thanks to Those Visiting my Long Walk.
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                                                                        Mark William Darus.

                           i started this second blog a month and a half ago, It was my desire to express the beauty of life and all things to be seen. i wish to reach out and share with you a belief/faith i hold so firmly in my body and soul:

                            None of us are truly alone.
                         
                           You are never unworthy of love no matter your background, though thinking of your history in solitude moments would steer you toward further depression, feeding its hunger to suck you deeper into levels of isolation, frightening loneliness, filling you with sadness unexplained.

                            At times, you hurt and don't know why. You are aching, from things not of physical in being like that of an arm muscle pull so much as a nagging mental pull about something in your past over twenty years ago.  I have been here, and yeah, it really sucks in dealing with it.

                   Brothers and Sisters: Chuck that shit and mental turbulence!

                     Never forget this in your walk: You may forget and slam Jesus to the asphalt,  but He never will forsake you.

                     Our Shame, with his passing, killed original sin and gave us an avenue to not only like ourselves once again, but grant us spiritual pavement to toss expression to others.

                    Imagine yourself as a door panel rusted,  misfiring engine coughing huge plumes of smoke and a cracked windshield,  Chevy Impala among immaculate Bmw's, Audi's, Mini Coopers. Looking around, you may think yourself small surrounded by such Juggernauts of automobile culture. You are blinded by sunlight glaring off others cars finishes, and look down on yourself.

                   Your mind tosses things about, endlessly ping ponging in your fragile mind.  . I'm looking nasty, can't meet their eye glances,  I suck.

                   You are never alone!!!!! Seriously!!!!

                   As you think the worst around other Mind-car-metaphors parking lot, a Lamborghini, Ferrari and Lister Storm most loudly throttle up. Well, this causes the Audi, Mini Coops and Beamers to lose self and develop a red flush in facial expression.

                   Equal playing field makes them like you.  Doesn't it?

                   Equal playing field is ours for the taking with an open heart within us, if you just allow yourself to gently close your eyes and let yourself go to embrace something greater than yourself.

                   I'm not suggesting you ever go 'Born Again' so much as I so deeply pray you give a faith in Jesus within your heart another chance.

                  i understand  your hesitation on  this while you think and mount resistance and tell me why you cannot do this to give me a few more moments of your time.

                    You met one, a few, many of the following causing your heart to turn away from any church in your lifes journey.

                  Okay, your parish had sneaky priest with a desire for alter boys versus female flowery and brightly clad  secretarial staff members.  An elder went Bolivian and drained church coffers to negative=mark.  A frail and highly mentally disturbed  woman is around you, sharing (ironically something called a ) pew,  stinks of many a mans bodily  fluids and her painfully dying bad conscience as she reaches out so desperately.

               Last Sonday nite, when going back to my Scranton Rd home, pulling into my alley-way  i was offered a blowjob for five bucks.  Stepping from the alleys treelit shadows, a highly gaunt female presented herself to me. Barely dressed, call it entrepreneurial honesty at it finest, she approached me.

                    I can honestly say the expression of the meaning of the word/thought/emotion PITIFUL never so slapped me in the head when taking this visual into my heart.

                  This filthy, vile and nasty woman stood in the alley behind me as i pulled my 03 BlailTrazer into my yard. i saw her in my rearview mirror as i shut the 4.2 off.


                  "honey, I can soooo take yo' ass to heaven!"

                  "ain't dead yet, but I think I am truly working on it, sister." I said to her as I walked toward the alley behind my place.  "i'm not going to ask you if you're okay. But hey, lets's talk, okay?"

                    Meanwhile, a day ago I opened my gate and stepped in vomit.  So slushy in content i took my feet into high weeds tossing them around for  a bit  before entering my truck.

                    i pray and pray and pray.

                    i take much comfort in knowing i am not alone in praying and believing.
 
                    i would like to give thanks to the following countries for viewing this blog, less than two months old.
                   

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              Thanks.
                    Nothing is impossible when we believe.

            Mark William Darus.
       
             

                 

                 

                 

               



                     


                       
                                                             

From thoughts over a year and a half ago. For sharing as God gave me.

                       AUTHORS NOTE: This was originally written January 29 2014, posted on my P:AL blog.  Slightly edited to correct typo's, grammatical errors and such. Lord knows, of the 299 entries on that first blog i did have an occasional editor grace me for about 30 posts. For that, i am forever thankful.  Yeah, you could look at this as Rerun, and that's fine with me as i believe it  more meaningful today than i did when i was given these words. Looking back on notes for it, i added some things i felt needed.  As always, i am grateful for your taking time to read anything i write.


                                        We're Born With Blood. We're Born With Rage. (Our New World)
                                                                             by Mark William Darus

                           

                                                             
                                         
                           Yesterday, on my way to work, I was looking for music software at Best Buy at Westfields Great Northern Mall, North Olmsted Ohio, USA. I happened to venture into the laptop section and hit the NET. First thing that popped up was about yet another Spree Shooting in the USA.  This occurring in a Maryland Shopping mall. Several dead and wounded,

                      Nice. I mean, don't we find comfort in the normal day to day happenings that help us feel grateful to merely be alive? Hearing of this event on a car radio, seeing a commercial blurb about it on TV and how there would be film at some point, catching it like a starving fisherman as something tugs on your line on the internet. Did a neighbor, coworker, stranger, member of the clergy share this latest event in passing? Coworkers had little to ziltch to share. Told my girlfriend about it and was greeted with her mind-set that  she did not wish to hear of such things, and would appreciate me not sharing such with her.  (This always bothered me to my core. If you cannot share all with your chosen mate, who the hell can you share all things with?)

                      Did this catch you, take momentarily hold of your thoughts , knowing it a weekend and wondering if your children,  loved ones, charges were going to roam the local Mall to kill nothing more than simple time amongst others like minded as you as were doing a Saturdays weeks worth of laundry?

                       Did you, let  your over-stuffed  McDonalds laden gut sodium scented belch out as your vehicle reaches an intersection that slow moving traffic makes you wish you had a gun to speed things up a wee bit?

                        Were you sitting alone at a Starbucks, surrounded by others very much self-guarded/shielded/personally absorbed like your hiding self, while vibrant Jazz blaring as succulent whiffs of rich coffee blends mix with diabetic hells of amazing pastries?  Strong with your Lappy, IPAD, and the like in front of you, did you feel anything when you heard about the shootings?

                     What did you feel within you as  chilled winter ears captured violent and  unkind information?

                     Did you think about what this world is coming to? What you could do for your corner of the world to help others?

                      Hearing this, did you clutch your mate close to you? Inhaling their scent into you, as your mind swirls like a carnival ride gone berzerk, tugging them closer, placing a hand on their chest to feel security of a wanting, beating heart against you?

                      Perhaps you had the product of you and your mates loving, your child,  look at you , with pigtails splashing to the right and left, pure innocents in young and tiny impression, ask you, "why does this happen, Mommy? "

                   

                     I asked over two dozen people about America's (and i have little doubt will  be eclipsed in a week or two, sadly so) killing fields being schools, movies and Malls in the last 50 hours.

                        The following is what I was given when I asked them what they FELT about it. Filling my Trailblazer at a gas station sharing across ther pumps throbbings, getting coffee from various venues with chit chat though eyes met square, shopping at walmart  in check-outs with video monitors that carry no audio,  eating at  two restaurants.



                           At Best Buy:

                    Me: Damn, another Mall shooting? Maryland.
                     Worker: Sad. Dead?
                     Me: 2  so far.
                    Worker; could be worse, right?
                     Me: This is occuring now.
                      Worker: Sad. (he pauses about two/three seconds, adding about the current sales end soon and how I should take advantage of them.
                    Me: oh. yeah. I should do that. Hmmm, does you girlfriend work at a mall?
                     Worker: She sure does! I soooo love her! She works at an ear piercing kiosk, She's amazing-
                      Me: cutting him off. So she could next in the line of fire, right?
                     Worker: Uh, sir, I, I- am so sorry... (I had caught him off guard, clearly so.)
                       Me: It's okay, man. Just take a moment, call her and tell her how much you love her.
                      Worker: Do you think something like might happen in Ohio?
                       Me: Well, do you think the people of Maryland woke this morning thinking it would happen there?
                      Worker: (his eyes bulged, breathing increased,) DAMN!
                       Me: Hey, I don't mean to frighten you. I'm just saying time is precious and fast moving.  In days like these we need to band together, not under a flag of nations but one of love, understanding and comfort.
                        Worker: Dude, what church do you go to?
                         Me: I don't have one. I have searched a very long time and keep failing. Oh well. I keep looking though.
                         Worker: I'm gonna call my girlfriend, could you excuse me?
                          Me: Absolutely! Be not afraid. Things happen as they do. Peace be your journey, brother.



                    At a Walmart while doing duty shoving a squeaking cart about. In the candle and incense area, feeling my oats and splashing myself out there like a megaphone in a maternity ward, i gained these after saying: Several dead in a Westfields Mall in Maryland. Any care to share your thoughts?

                    "They must have needed a good deading, m'boy. Jesus doesn't call his kin home without dem earnin'  it. Praise God!" a man sporting a low-end T-shirts fading glory stating: KILL 'EM ALL! and baggy camo-shorts proclaimed.

                     "It's tragic, to say the least. Our world is slipping sideways, sir. I fear our children are more predatory than us. They desire so much and never wish to do honest work to gain anything. I have grandbabies in their late teens. Fired from this Mcdonalds, that Burger King and the lot. High school dropouts, the lot of them. I'm sorry, honey. I'm old and just go on and on and on..."  She looked so frail, Her grey locks tossed over heavily wrinkled face that had witnessed so much in her life.  She was sniffing a blue coloured Ocean Sea-breeze candle as she finished with: "Young man, thank you. I think I need to call my children now. Tell them I love them no matter how badly they could have done better in their lives. What church do you attend?"
                  I told her I appreciated her thanks. I also told her I had no church I called HOME.
                   "Sweet child, I watched you. What did you feel as you heard the news you ask us?"
                   Respecting elders, I told her that I wasn't sure. In all honesty, I truly didn't know. Yeah, how emotionally dead am i, really?  Gave her my truth though adding: "Sweetest, you might want to not add the "how badly they could have done better" part. "do as you will, but to me, is that how Christ would have you speak to them?"
                    She hugged me as another responded most loudly.

                       '"Fuck you, bitch. WHERE BE SHIT PAY-PERZZZ, HOMO CUNT!" a heavily bearded male spoke to a lady clad in a burka (sp? Islamic garb)

                       "SAD, yet a common aspect of life. People walk in front of that which kills them. People die this way. Better them than me, " a highly thin blond lady laden with more gold jewelry than her total body weight seethed through gritting teeth.  I liked her coral dress design. Most colourful.  She was smiling as she spoke.

                       "YOU GET ANY CLOSER TO ME AND MY KIDS AND I WILL KILL YOU! "  a misty blond haired lady in a bright blue tank top with short-short blue Levi's chopped down  said as she quickly gathered two toddlers under her winged arms, pulling them to her as she covered yet  a small babe in carriage.

                       "No offense intended." I softly spoke, adding: "I so applaud the way you protect your kinder. And, yeah, I have little doubt you would kill me."
             
                      "Okay, you gonna leave this isle, mister?"  her dark brown eyes meeting mine fully, squaring off, Instinctive things making her react within her.
             
                       "Yes. You are a good mother and never doubt that while most of your friends do." I backed myself  and my pisspoor  shopping cart which sounded like a baby seal being clubbed to death by hungry Russians.

                       "DAMN, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT NOISE?!?!" she asked. Her slender hand dove into her over shoulder Gucci-clone satchel.

                        I looked at her, her tiny  children gazing toward her, their faces taken into my memory while backing up, and proclaimed: "This shopping cart is either a result of bad American engineering or the Univeral work L Ron Hubert's  Dianetics! Either way, this thing is possessed and making me  think of Eskimos doing their thing for survival. SORRY!" i smiled all the while, and this seemed to work for her.

                                      But another gave his mind to me.

                                    An awesome three-piece, custom made dashing grey suit, red shirt and black and white patterned tie spoke up as i backed off the candle isle.   This person spoke softly in a voice so cold and devoid of emotions I developed GooseFlesh on my limbs. Giving me a truth to consider,  I felt the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rise giving instinctual warning signs.  "Why shouldn't they be dead? Clearly someone has an agenda, No? Are you really so naive  to believe this days shootings such as these are random? Columbine, Chardon, Colorado Opening of a Batman movie. Have you written have you learned nothing at all?  It's part of an Order that will be followed by many more horrific things. You are not so ignorant to not know this already."

                           As she continued, I listened, never dropping my eyes from hers. I am not sure how I managed to do this. Perhaps the power of God, Christ, my Frodo-dog. No clue. I just knew I had to keep my eye contact with her.

                         "I;m damned ignorant! Seriously so!" i managed.

                         "Mark,  just do as you do, keep writing and sharing a Word from long ago with as many as you can and all will be as it should." she smiled as she spoke, long brunette hair running over shoulders.

                          AUTHORS NOTE: i never told her my name...


                              E'nuff said on that one. i have never seen eyes so deadly with the purest of meaning aimed at me. This is an amazing woman.



                              What would you share?

                            Mark William Darus

Praise God From Who All Blessings Flow...

                                                           
                          Praise God From Who All Blessings Flow...
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                                                        vvMark William Darus
                          (seriously, I'm but a typist, and in all honesty, not a very good one...

                                            Play this redone Classic as you read this, if you'd be so kind.
                                           Praise God From Who All Blessings Flow....
                   

               For some reason while at work tonight i began thinking about Brooklyn Memorial United Methodist church, the church of my youth. For some  reason, i felt a sense of melancholy as mind drifted backward across many decades. My thoughts, other-directed, running in so many directions i nearly became overwhelmed by the sheer force pushing them and nearly placing my seriously battered Mitsubishi Towmotor into  caressing a wall at 1 MPH. (yeah, 1, one, Uno, ) Granted, Kissing the wall behind the bank of pre-WWII Acme-GRidley's, going further into the Hydromat machine areas, such low-speed slidings occur on a regular basis. As long you don't hit a machine or CoWorker, it's all good in the Hood.

               My mind began replaying songs I sang in  BMUMC's Youth Choir, later, the Adult Choir, eventually culminating to a Sunrise Service that our Youth Fellowship did twice before the congregation, at their request.  We created a Passion Play singing,  with piano accompaniment from a highly gifted/talented man,  using songs from both Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar.   Wow, was that really 38 years ago? I was 14 then,.. All bright-eyed and bushy tailed, energetic, enthusiastic, optimistic...

            52 for a few more weeks. Oddly, i don't feel that old at all. i think i know why this is so.

           Bare with me, gentle reader:  kick your seat back, take a sip of wine, don't let your popcorn burn the inside of your microwave...

             I have always been of the belief that we only Downward age, become  truly OLD, tired and feeble in Mind and Soul, when nothing beautiful, unique, bizarre, captures the very sense of Awe in witnessing those. We were given, since our birth,  a divine blessing, when the gift of sight, sound, smell and feeling was Brand New to us. Didn't we then suck everything up like Moses  walking  the desert plains  finding a water source?  And did not you grow with each event you took into your mind, memory, heart and soul?

           So let me ask you this: At what point did you stop seeing beauty, hearing sincere laughter, relishing the smell of fresh baked bread with buttery top? When did you allow yourself to lose touch with the wonder of everyday enlightenment granted each and everyone of us while our eyes are open, ears always taking in even when asleep, nostrils catching air that our tongue give us taste?

         i AM GUILTY OF THIS!! Christ knows I wandered decades ago and stupidly thrusting my ass into a Soul Eclipse that had me see nothing wonderful, amazing or precious even as my daughters were growing. I so then easily drank the Guyana Grape Koolaide and sucked in the media's desire to show nothing good, precious, pretty in this life.  I ruled these streets for years, still loving Jesus, just somehow missing the connection as either trains, planes, ships or the fuckin' bus was missed by me.

           "WE'RE HERE LIVE ON THE CORNER OF EAST 55TH AND EUCLID WHERE A SHOOTING JUST OCCURRED." The pretty blond on screen speaks as camera shows her smiling before all, hair swaying gently in a breeze from right to left, sometimes landing on the  royal blue dress that flatters her figure.


       "A carbomb detonated in Belfast today, killing 28 and injuring 50 others."  a heavy accented man cries out...

                   "Watch out for Killer Bee's in your neighborhood!!! These bees, other called: Africanized bees are highly agressive and can be lethal!"

                      I'm sure you get my point,

                So easily are we to swept away in bad currents flowings and  become negative, yet we so eagerly, wantingly wish  to share these down-thoughts with others.  Perhaps hoping, desiring their DArkness to match us, meet us. Misery loves company, does it not? ((( SO DON'T YOU EVER LET ANOTHER BRING YOU DOWN!!!!  )))

                     If you have a love of life, ANY  passion beating in your chest and mind/soul, a crooked smile tossed at one slipping on icy pavement and their sustaining balance after several moments, for the walker- sheer panic nailing them and your tossing fist to heavens, undoubtedly nailing cars cieling while yelling "YEAH!" when he strolled toward car, not falling.

                Standing in a shopping line at the Giant Eagle on Pearl Rd in Middleburg hts, , I was behind a woman in a beautiful floral-patterned dress. Her long, incredibly lovely brunette locks , coursing over well toned shoulders flowing down to shapely legs. . High cheeks, strong facial features, soon lost composure as she  began firing enormously loud and extremely odoriferous sharings...

         "V----RUMPH! VVVVVVVVV-RRRRRRRRRRU-----UMPH! " Sound immediately hitting ears and smell quickly nailing nostrils of all those in the 5, maybe 10 foot circumference from bottom-zero.

         I watched her when this happened, her face not looking nearly so confident, secure. Her eyes darting from right to left as if trying to mate with mind to elsewhere make needed excuse to cover, and sorry to say this pun, cover her ass.

            What did I do?

         I was directly  behind, well, her behind,  when it fired things for an incredibly long time.  Keep this in mind: I know so many sisters and brothers with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). I've shopped, stopped and waited patiently with them for theirv cramps to subside, fade away and such.  And why am I one of the only of Jesus's children to share this for others understanding?

           Okay, what did you do, A-hole????

            "I'm ----- sooooo ------- very-------sorry!!!" she spoke in wavering and lost tone,  her blue eyes creasing into slits, tears welling up in them. Lips ends descending downward toward FrownVille.

          So many in audience spoke.

           "dang, Bitch! You smellz az bad az a SHEEE-Kah-GOOOO stockyard in highz Auuuuu-guZZZT!" a highly creative and quickly leaving man states to his woman. She quickly states: Fucckkaaaah, I be a nursing assistant! We smells shit every mother loving day! You needs to get a job, serious. Asshole!!!!"

            An exquisitely well clad female in Michael Kors gear, sporting long, finely manicured nails on both hands and feet,  opens her gaping, disgusting  mouth-trap for all to hear: " Honey, ever hear of Depends?!?!?  You should think about it. Damn! If I throw up, I am gonna spew toward you!"

           Several witnessing laughed while others looked bewildered at this womans remarks.


           Well, i did what i do: Unleash thoughts not mine, open my mouth and  be what I like to be though others would call me an asshole.  i did the me-thing, and just spoke out...

      (to the lady saying the fart lady needs Depends: "C'mon, really? You think Depends stop the sound and smell? Are you an idiot in the highest order?" Stopped a moment, stared at her blank expression and went for the Killshot:  (yeah, I said Killshot. I somehow thought I needed to go  extreme with this woman, and somehow found the strength to do so.  I went brash, filthy and disgusting on this.

              "and may I ask you where your bodily functions might create inordinate events in your life?
Ever think about that? Guess not, so walk away, meet me in the parking to chat furthers, whatever..."

             I locked eyes on the embarrassed woman with IBS and simply smiled. I said a sharing from memory with my youngest daughter every morning as I walked her down the stairs and every other step she would fart. I laughed and thanked this woman: "my youngest farted every  other step each morn while going downstairs. Thanks for reminding me how precious that is!"

              She managed a smile, nodded her head to me, and left...





                Difficult is the path that makes you see, feel and want to share with others what you find amazing, sweet and just plain  pretty.

             
           Well, It is my sincere hope you can and do this with others. Give all those you encounter positive thoughts, inspirations, hope and the sharings of gifts given you. I don't care what god they have, doesn't matter in my book. With my JC, it matters not if nonbelievers believe in Him, HE BELIEVES IN THEM!!!!!!

          -Mark William Darus