Two Shoes Tuesday Prompts for March 3rd


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
 
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
 
The March 3rd writing themes to choose from are:
OCEAN and ORDER

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Say Cheese

When I think of a brick, what do I visualize?  Of course there's the typical brick used for construction, a gold brick that would be worth a fortune at today's prices, and a brick of marijuana that some would highly prize.  Then there's one of my personal favorites... a brick of cheese!
 
We have a restaurant/watering hole here in Odessa called The Barndoor Steak House that's been in operation for over fifty years.  They serve an entire brick of cheese (pictured above), and a small loaf of warm bread at the beginning of each meal.  Guests are free to slice and eat as much of the cheese as they'd like before their dinner arrives, and additional bread will be served if desired.  Both are DELICIOUS!  I could easily make a meal of the bread and cheese alone, but the steaks cooked on the open-flame grill in the dining room are also wonderful, the "haystack" of deep-fried shoestring onions is addictive, and Papa Bear can attest to the fact that they make the best chicken-fried steak around - it's nearly the size of a dinner plate!  If you don't know what chicken-fried steak is, you are clearly not from Texas! :-)
 This long-horn bull - or at least his head - is mounted above the doorway. That's a little unsettling to me, but common room d├ęcor in these parts.
If you're ever traveling through Texas and end up in Odessa, be sure to stop by The Barndoor Steak House and sample some of that wonderful bread and cheese.  You can buy an extra brick of cheese to take home with you too.  I have... and they don't last very long at our house! :-) While you're there, head over to the adjoining Pecos Depot for a cold beer in a classic railroad depot, and just maybe you'll encounter Billy the resident ghost!
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I'm linking up with Brenda at BYG Adventures
where the word we are Pondering this week is "brick" 

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I Reserve the Right

Today I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
where the creative writing prompt this week is the following quotation:
 
“I do know my own mind. The trouble is my mind changes and then
I have to get acquainted with it all over again.”
-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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"Stop changing your mind!"  "You contradict yourself!"   "But you used to say..." 

Have you ever been told any of these things?  I have, and the people saying them didn't mean it as a compliment.  They were finding fault with the way my brain processes and reprocesses things, and sometimes comes to new conclusions.  My question is, what's wrong with that? 

One of my favorite quotes from way back says "Some solid concrete people are mixed up and set in their ways."  Think about it... rigid... unchanging, and unwilling to entertain new ideas or ways of thinking about things. 

"Don't confuse me, my mind is made up!"  Isn't that just another way of saying that you are so insecure in your own beliefs that you are afraid they can't stand up to the challenge of having them questioned?  What if the information you had when you originally made up your mind was incomplete or erroneous? What if new understandings have shed light on things in a different way?

Obviously, at some point we have to make up our minds about issues from the smallest detail - such as where to place the sofa in the living room, to the largest - such as what religion to embrace  and what career path to follow.  But that doesn't mean we are stuck there for the rest of our lives. Everything is open to new information, and everything is subject to reconsideration and change. We should always be willing to reexamine what we think and believe, and the choices we have made.  If they still ring true for us, awesome.  But sometimes it really is time for a change, and just as the photo at the top says, the first step to change is being willing to change your mind.  I reserve the right to change mine at any time for any reason, it shows that I'm still using it, as opposed to becoming a concrete blockhead. :-)
 
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Come and add your thoughts to ours at Patricia's Place!

A Dog's Life

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"George, we have to talk."

"Please don't start that again Gracie."

"I'm sorry George, but you've got to do it, I'm making the vet appointment for you today."

"It sounds painful, I think you should go instead!"

"We've already talked about that George, it's easier for you... just a quick snip, snip and a few stitches and you're done."

"You don't understand, Gracie, all my friends at the park are going to laugh at me."

"Listen George, in the past seven years we've had dozens of kids, and now we have hundreds of grandkids, and who knows how many great-grandkids.  I can't even keep track of their names anymore!"  It's got to stop George, I'm tired of raising litters!"

"I know Gracie, I know you're right.  It's just that, well, I'm kind of fond of my "equipment" and the fun you and I have had together.  If I go through with this it's all over, no more happy hump days, no more midnight rendezvous."

"Good grief, don't be so dramatic George, we can still snuggle up and keep each other warm. But if you don't go, you're going to find yourself becoming an outside dog and sleeping out there on the porch, then your friends will really have something to laugh about!"

"Well... I guess since you put it that way... as long as you promise that you won't go looking for some younger guy when you get hot and bothered."

"Don't worry George, you're the only guy for me, and you always will be. 

"Well... ok... make the darned appointment then, let's get it over with.  Geesh, the things I do for love."

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This story was written for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom  at Linda Kay's Senior Adventures.  
Choose a photo, write a short story or poem for it, and come and join us!
Tomorrowlady

The Invitation

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Nathan stood by the window with his faithful pal Sam by his side, watching cars navigate the miserable weather on the street in front of the senior apartment complex where he lived.  It felt like winter had gone on forever this year, and he was so tired of being stuck inside. He knew Sam longed for better weather so they could go for their daily walks too.
 
It had been two years since Nathan's wife had passed, and although he'd gotten used to living alone, he hadn't reached the point of liking it and he doubted that he ever would.  He and Ida had been married for over forty years, and he never imagined that one day he'd be living life without her by his side.  He shut his eyes remembering how she kept him occupied on long winter days, playing cards or reading aloud to each other, or sitting side by side watching old movies on TV while her fingers worked away on her latest knitting project.  They'd talk and dream about where their next vacation might take them, and she'd keep his insides warm with the wonderful meals she made.
 
Lord, he missed her cooking now.  What he wouldn't give to smell her homemade bread baking in the oven, or feel the touch of her hand on his as they bowed their heads to pray together before they began to eat.  He could cook enough to make do, but it sure wasn't the same.  Life was never going to be the same again he thought to himself sadly, and Nathan wondered if he would ever feel like smiling.
 
A knock on the door of his apartment roused him from his memories, and Nathan peered out the peephole into the hallway.  There stood Elisabeth McPherson from apartment 3B, that he bumped into in the hallway or at the mailboxes now and then.  He knew she was widowed, but hadn't ever really introduced himself beyond saying hello. 
 
"Good afternoon, Mr. Owens", she said, smiling warmly, when he opened the door.  "This cold weather's got me hungry so I made chicken and dumplings, but I got a little carried away and made more than I can eat.  I was wondering if you would care to join me for supper.  I figured you might like a good home-cooked meal."
 
Nathan was a totally surprised by her invitation, and stumbled on his words a bit as he accepted her kind offer.  Nodding to Sam standing there beside Nathan, Elisabeth said "You're welcome to bring your dog along.  He seems like a friendly guy, and I think my cat Susie might enjoy some company too."  Sam and Nathan followed Elisabeth down the hall to her apartment, and Nathan thought to himself that maybe this day wasn't going to be so dreary after all.
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Two Shoes Tuesdsay
This was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the theme choices this week are invitation and imagine.
If you enjoy writing, come and join us!

Two Shoes Tuesday #119 - Invitation and Imagine

Two Shoes Tuesdsay
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
The February 24th writing themes to choose from are INVITATION and IMAGINE.

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Being Me

Today I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
where the creative writing prompt for this past week is the following quotation:

"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are"
-ee cummings
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When we are young our primary focus is to fit in, and to be a part of the group.  However, it didn't take me long to figure out that I was never going to fit in very well, and certainly wasn't going to be one of the popular kids or the "in group".   A move from one small town to another in the middle of first grade made it obvious that friendships, groups, and rankings had developed as early as kindergarten.  At that age one really doesn't think much about who they are, or what sets them apart, it is just a sense of belonging or not belonging.  However I usually managed to have a friend or two throughout my school years, and sometimes a small group of friends comprised of people that were more on the sidelines, like me.

My junior high and high school years were a time of great social and political upheaval in our country, the Vietnam War was raging, and many of us began to question the "rights and wrongs" we had been taught.  I often found my beliefs and values at odds with those of my parents and sometimes with those of my fellow classmates, but by then I had developed a sufficiently hard outer shell to stand firm when I met with opposition.  I learned at that point not to care what others thought of me.

By the time I started college I was already married.  Who I was and what I believed tended to mirror my husband's image and the causes he stood for.  My second and third marriages were also to very controlling and verbally abusive men, and I learned to keep my thoughts and opinions to myself in order to avoid additional conflict.  I did what they wanted, ate what they liked, chose what they preferred for household furnishings, etc.  Looking back now I shake my head at how blindly I was led down a path of losing my own identity in order to assimilate theirs. 

It wasn't until I left my third husband that I began to rediscover me, and that has made all the difference in my life. It takes courage to stand up and say "No, I don't believe that" or "I choose not to be a part of that."  It takes courage to listen to your own voice and not be dissuaded by popular belief or crowd mentality. It takes even more courage to say, "That is who I was in the past, but it is not who I choose to be now." 

Now I am with a husband who loves me as I am.  I don't have to be anything other than that to please him.  I am free to have my own thoughts and beliefs that sometimes differ from his, though we share the same value system.  I have lived three-quarters of my life now; through hard lessons learned I have come to know what I want and what I stand for, and to be very much at peace with that.  For the most part I like myself and I'm content with who I am.  It feels very good to finally be the real me!

Two Shoes Tuesday Prompts for February 24th


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
 
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
 
The February 24th writing themes to choose from are:
INVITATION and IMAGINE

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Compassion - It Begins With Me

Most of us would probably consider ourselves to be compassionate.  We care about the plight of others... the poor, the hungry, the sick, the neglected, and the abused, the victims of prejudice, unfairness, and cruelty of all kinds.  It is fairly easy to care about everything and everyone - all the popular causes, and even those not so popular - from a distance.  We speak out in protest, and we write our words of opposition with great fervor, but are we willing to take it one step further... to make compassion the central core of our beings and our lives?  
 
Compassion, like the love it springs from, must start at home with our families, friends and neighbors - where we work, where we go to school,  and where we live. We must teach our children to be compassionate toward all living creatures, toward each other, and toward those who are different from themselves.  We must teach them to be kind and to desire to reach out and alleviate the suffering of others in any way they can. 
 
We must learn to be compassionate toward ourselves, to be as forgiving and loving toward ourselves as we are with others. We must learn to value ourselves and believe in our God-given abilities and talents.  We must accept that life is a learning experience, and over time we will come to be the kind of people we set our sights on being.  We need to learn to nurture ourselves, and to heal ourselves, so that we will have the energy, ability, and resources to help others.
 
We must believe in the ability of ourselves as just one person to make a difference - a powerful difference - in the life of anyone who is suffering in ways we can see, and often can't see. We must find in ourselves the courage to speak up, to reach out, and to do so without passing judgment on whether someone is deserving of our caring. We must be willing to persevere in a world that can be calloused and sometimes mocking of our efforts.  We must believe in the power of love.
 
Compassion begins with me, it begins in the way I treat myself, my children, my spouse, my coworkers, my customers (or clients, or patients); it begins with the way I treat those I do not know and who will likely never be a position to return the favor to me.  Compassion begins when I learn to see the heart of Jesus in every living being, and to live my life wanting to do all I can to make the lives of others a little easier, a little better, a little happier.  There is no greater calling, and there is no greater source of joy.

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This post was written for 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion
Over 1000 bloggers and video-makers from all around the world
coming together to speak for compassion on February 20, 2015

Nona's Bed

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Eight months pregnant, Irene moved slowly through the old house in the stifling heat of summer and carefully made her way up the worn wooden stairs toward the sloped-ceiling bedroom that had belonged to her mother Nona as a child.  She wasn't sure what it was that had drawn her back to the old farm house today, but she had talked her husband Nolan into making the two hour drive from the city knowing that plans were in the works to demolish the house in order to make way for a  new home being built by her aunt and uncle. 

Irene's own mother was no longer living, and for Irene this house was a connection to family.  She remembered so many wonderful times spent here as a child when she and her mother would come to visit her grandparents for a week or two.  Back then the house was filled with love and laughter, and the smell of wonderful meals being prepared.  Now the rooms stood empty and forlorn with paint and wallpaper peeling.  Most of the household contents had been divided up among family members and hauled away.

When Irene reached the upstairs bedroom she knew why she had been led there. Standing in the corner was the old bed frame that had once supported the soft feather bed where her mother slept as a child, and where she too had spent her nights when they came to visit.  The simple metal frame was in surprisingly good shape, and Irene was certain that with a little work and a soft new mattress, it would make a wonderful bed for the little girl growing inside her that would soon be making her appearance.  She and Nolan had planned to name her Nona since they first found out their baby was a girl, and it seemed only right that Nona's bed should go home with them to grace the room of her new namesake. 

Irene could almost feel her mother's presence there in the room with them.  She closed her eyes for just a moment, remembering how kind and beautiful she had been, and praying that her own little Nona would grow up to be that way too.
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Two Shoes Tuesdsay
This was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the theme choices this week are faithful and furniture.
If you enjoy writing, come and join us!

Two Shoes Tuesday #118 - Faithful or Furniture


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
The February 17th writing themes to choose from are FAITHFUL and FURNITURE.

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

The Money Tree

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George Batson was a fixture in the small town.  He grew up there, and his kids were raised there too.  They had all moved on now, and his wife died a few years back, leaving him there on his own.  George was as known for his ability to fix things as he was for his penny-pinching ways.  If someone's washer broke down, or a car needed repairs, or a bicycle wheel rim got bent, George was ready to lend a hand and always refused to accept any money for his labor. "Money doesn't grow on trees" he'd say, and "neighbors help each other out."

George had worn an artificial leg for the past twenty years, after losing his own is a farming accident; it was way past worn out and made it mighty hard for him to get around and do things.  Word spread among the townspeople who knew that George didn't have the funds for a replacement and pride was sure to keep him from accepting help.  Soon they devised a plan.

George was a heavy sleeper and his hearing wasn't good, so the commotion at the far end of his front yard didn't wake him as the folks who loved him worked far into the night with the help of flashlights and ladders.  When he headed out to the front porch with his mug of coffee in the morning, George was stunned to see his tree completely covered with paper money waving in the breeze. Tacked to the trunk was a big cardboard sign on which someone had drawn a heart and written  "Sometimes money really does grow on trees!"
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I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
where the creative writing prompt for this past week is the following quotation:
“Where there is great love, there are always miracles.”
-Willa Cather

Two Shoes Tuesday Prompts for February 17th


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
 
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
 
The February 17th writing themes to choose from are:
FAITHFUL and FURNITURE

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Two Shoes Tuesday #117 - You or I


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
The February 10th writing themes to choose from are YOU and I.

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Two Shoes Tuesday Prompts for February 10th

Two Shoes Tuesdsay
 
Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday...  a place for those who love to write!

There are two word prompts to choose from... you can use whichever one inspires you. You are not required to include them both. You do not have to include the prompt word, but please use it as the theme for your post. You are welcome to write a post for each prompt word, if you like. Posts unrelated to either word prompt will be deleted from the link list.

Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a new piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.

Your link must go directly to your post for Two Shoes Tuesday, and somewhere in the post you must provide a link to Two Shoes Tuesday.  It doesn't need to be big or fancy, just a text or logo link at the end of your post will be fine. You can add a link anytime through next Monday. 

Please take some time to visit as many of the other TST participants as possible during the week, we all love feedback on our efforts!  Feel free to email me at jts.2000@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
 
The February 10th writing themes to choose from are YOU and I.

Please remember that the THEME of your post must be related to the prompt
 you choose, rather than it just appearing as a word somewhere in your post!

Branch Out

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“If you don't accept failure as a possibility, you don't set high goals,
you don't branch out, you don't try -- you don't take the risk.”
 - Rosalynn Carter
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If I were to ask you what things you are really good at, odds are you would have to think about it and maybe might come up with a few.  But if I ask you what things you can't do well or wouldn't even consider trying, the list would probably fill a page.  We seem to be conditioned to think of ourselves in depreciating terms, not all that awesome, and certainly not as awesome as some other folks we know. 

It does seem like some people are good at whatever they attempt.  They are intelligent, creative, multi-talented and our own accomplishments seem so insignificant by comparison.  I suspect that the folks who shine in so many areas have three things in common... they believe in themselves,  they aren't afraid to branch out and try something new, and they aren't afraid of failure.  They also know that successful endeavors cannot happen if we don't even try, and the attempts, even botched ones, can be fun learning experiences.  Failure isn't final or fatal, it just means you need to regroup and try again.  Maybe you need to study up on it a bit more, find someone to guide you, or approach it from a different angle.  Practice may not make perfect, but it is certain to improve the odds.

There are lots of things I know I don't do very well, some I've tried and failed at during some phase of my life, and some I've never even dared to try at all.  Why is it that we are so quick to underrate our abilities and our capacity to learn?  Just because you tried it once a long time ago, doesn't mean another attempt might not turn out differently. 

What is it that you wish  you could do, or could do better?  What do you wish you had the courage to try?  We need to let our creative minds and imaginations soar.  We need to find enjoyment in the effort and not only in the outcome.  It is confining to stick with just the things that we know we can do well.  We need to branch out... try something new, discover a new talent, learn a new skill, share something we know how to do with someone who would like to learn!  Don't be afraid to spread your branches, reach out and experience all the wonderful things life has to offer, we have allowed fear to stuns our growth for far too long!
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I'm linking up with Brenda at BYG Adventures
where the word we are Pondering this week is "branch" 

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Quiet Courage

I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
where the creative writing prompt for this week is the following quotation:
 
“Courage is fear that has said its prayers.”
-Dorothy Bernard
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We tend to think of courage as a roaring lion, loud and strong, afraid of nothing.  Certainly, there is that kind of courage, a bravery that believes in itself so deeply that fear has been displaced.  But there is another kind of courage we often fail to consider - the quiet kind, the inner strength that is born of faith, and enables us to overcome situations that overwhelm us...

Courage is crawling out of bed and getting out the door to work when you are struggling with major depression and have no strength to face the day.
Courage is coping with pain day after day from an invisible illness that nobody understands.

Courage is being the parent of a child who is born with disabilities and will never be able to live independently.

Courage is letting your children learn by making mistakes, so that they can learn to choose wisely.

Courage is losing a child or a spouse to illness or accident, and realizing that you have to go on living.

Courage is continuing to be there for your partner or parent who has Alzheimer's and doesn't remember who you are.

Courage is  leaving an abusive relationship when that relationship is all you have ever known.

Courage is leaving a job that isn't working for you to seek out a job that will be a better fit.

Courage is admitting that you have an addiction that you need help to break free from.

Courage is believing in love after being  in a relationship where love ceased to exist or never existed at all.

 Courage is admitting that you made a mistake, and then striving to learn from it.

Courage is bringing your fears to God in prayer, believing that you will be given the guidance and strength you need to overcome them.
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Tangled Web

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At one point several years ago I had a coworker with long, and very thick auburn hair. She worked in the reception area under my supervision.  She was very personable, and everyone liked her. She often made us laugh.  She had a second job as a caretaker for an elderly lady, and would often tell us how much this lady trusted her to handle her affairs. We admired our fellow coworker so much for all the sweet and helpful things she did for this lady, far above and beyond what she was paid to do.
 
Then came a time when our coworker began to act a bit strangely, like something was bothering her.  She started complaining of bad headaches, and one day shocked us by saying that she had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain aneurysm that could burst at any time, but she didn't want any of her family (children and  husband) to know about it, so they wouldn't worry. We were heartbroken for her, and mystified by her determination to keep such a huge thing from the people who loved her.
 
Not long after that she came in with her long hair cut short and dyed in a dark color that didn't suit her well.  She told us that she had cut her hair because the weight of it was adding to the headaches.  That seemed plausible.
 
Soon after we had an incident one morning where she suddenly announced that $300 cash had been stolen from her purse in the reception desk drawer.  We had all talked often about how insecure our offices were, and also about one employee who always seemed to be in the area when money turned up missing.  However, this incident  occurred very early in the morning, shortly after we had opened, and none of us had seen the suspicious co-worker in the reception area. 
 
The receptionist who claimed her cash had been stolen was very agitated and upset and pointed a finger at another employee that she was not on great terms with as being a likely suspect. Due to the amount of the cash involved, our Executive Director called in the police, who questioned several employees, but were unable to come up with any suspicion or evidence concrete enough to file charges.  I was dumbfounded that anyone would be dumb enough to leave that much cash in their purse at work to begin with!
 
Just a few days later our receptionist didn't show up for work, and we learned that she had been arrested for forgery and embezzling funds from the senior lady she had been caring for!  We later found out that their never was an aneurysm, and the haircut/color had been an attempt to alter her appearance as she considered fleeing.  Additionally the "missing" money from her purse had never existed, but was rather a story she created to explain what had happened to cash belonging to the senior lady that had been in her possession. 
 
"Oh, what a tangled web we weave....", and the saddest part of it was how much I had liked her when I initially interviewed her.  Imagine the embarrassment of her family in the small community where we resided.  I don't have to tell you how much I loathe anyone who takes advantage of children, the aged, the infirm, or anyone who is in a vulnerable position. 
 
I have learned from this and other experiences, that appearances and first impressions can be very deceiving, and that I am not always a good judge of character.  I am more careful about who I trust nowadays, but I still haven't abandoned my belief that most people are inherently good... there's just a few rotten apples in the bunch!
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Two Shoes Tuesdsay
This was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the theme choices this week are tangled and tower.
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Two Shoes Tuesday #116 - Tangled or Tower


Two Shoes Tuesdsay
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The February 3rd writing themes to choose from are tangled and tower.

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