Terrifying incident this morning. I couldn’t find my coffee pot. Clearly, a sadist had broken in and robbed us, taking the most precious item in the house, cruelly leaving behind the coffee, the coffee maker, cream, and sugar. I checked the dishwasher, refrigerator, sink, and pantry, before finally finding it in the cabinet where I store the cups. By this time, my coffee was way overdue. My heart still hasn’t settled down.
My flight from Philadelphia was snowed out last winter. The roads were closed, no cabs or shuttles running. I had to catch the train to get back to New Jersey, a new and worrisome experience for me. The trains were on a reduced scheduled,making my wait long and cold. I had to walk a few blocks between train connections. The entrance to the train station appeared to be locked. It late, the snow was deep, and the streets were nearly deserted. I was approached by a desperate young man. He was waving at me and near tears. Calling out , he addressed me, “Please help me. Please don’t be mean to me. I need help. I just got out of jail. I don’t have train fare to get home and have nowhere to turn.”
I knew just how he felt. “I need help,too. Get me to an ATM at the train station and I’ll get us both home.” He was overjoyed to help. He carried my bag. We walked together to the ATM in the station. I found out he didn’t have any food at home, either. I got twenty dollars. He got us both a ticket. I told him to keep the change and be safe. We hugged and parted, both grateful for the help, both happy! We needed each other that night.
Two old friends were spending their evening idling their time away, drinking in the graveyard, as they were fond of doing.
One of them drifted off to sleep as the other stumbled and fell into an open grave. All was well for a while till the fellow in the grave sobered up a little and called out to his sleeping friend above. Continue reading