wolfspirit8993 Last Tribe's blog: "Short stories"

Freedom Have you ever thought how lucky you are to have freedom I have and when I do I think of all those men and women that fought so we can have it They put their lives on the line so I can enjoy the freedom I have These men and women don’t know me personally they fight for their countrymen and women to keep them free These men and women leave their family and friends to provide people they don’t even know a place that they can do what they like and say what they like I also think of those women in the world that have no freedom They are nothing more than possessions of the man These poor souls suffer humiliation on a daily basis Imagine how you would feel if you had to do anything someone told you or suffer pain humiliation or even death These poor women do this every day Some women if they show even their wrist in public can be stoned to death even if this happens by accident Imagine being used to make your husband richer by being given to different men maybe several at a time for the pleasure of these men and having no say to what ever they wanted to do even if they wanted to torture you for their pleasure When I think of this I realize any hardships I have been through in life cannot compare to their daily life of pain I think of the people who work so hard to have something and the government they are under can walk in and take everything they have including their children So next time you think you have nothing in the world remember Americans you have a wonderous gift the gift of freedom and when you do thank a soldier for it. God Bless our soldiers everywhere Joanne Beaty © June 28, 2008

A Lazy Day The wind softly whispers through the trees a soothing melody of serenity Lying on my back on the grass I watch the clouds dance merrily by I start to see images appear in the passing clouds There is one that looks like a knight in battle could he be defending his true love or the king he has swore allegiance to and look there is one of a child picking a flower could it be for her mother these many more dance by My mind wonders through these images creating a story like those of my youth where fairies and kings and dragons and other wild things rule the earth The serenity calms my stressed out mind but all to soon my wondering thoughts are invaded by the soft pat of a passing rain drop bringing my reverie to and end I want to stay but soon the pitter patting of the rain becomes a downpour soaking me to the skin washing also those wondrous images from the clouds only to have them dance into my mind until another day of stresses in life push them deeply into the back of my mind only to return for more play on some other lazy day Joanne Anderson Beaty © 5/11/08

My Other Family I have another family as diverse and interesting as can be They all have different personalities and they mean the world to me Whenever I am feeling blue I know just what to do I walk over to my computer and talk to my wonderful family Yes some of you may think I am strange for most of the I have never actually met but their smiling faces have made my life a whole lot better my family on the net Joanne Anderson Beaty © May 11, 2008

Will it be you? He is all boy they say He is tough and takes no lip from anyone Little do they know the true person inside He puts on a front for all to see but inside he feels insecure and afraid He doesn’t know why only that it is His small heart beats wildly in his breast as he deals with the struggles most children do; the bullies at school, the education he must pass with honors so as not to disappoint Failure is no option for him He remembers the one time he brought home a B instead of an A how disappointed his father had been in him He promised to do better the next time and he worked even harder and succeeded in making the A His family looks to him to protect his younger siblings while at school even if that means taking on more than one bully at a time He is not allowed to walk away and he must win at all costs He feels so pressured and unloved All he ever wanted was some sign that he was loved by his dad Never had he felt a hug from his dad Never had he ever heard well done son His heart longed to hear just once ‘I love you son’ He somehow knew he never would hear that from him Even his mother offered little comfort to him so he walks a lonely path looking for someone to fill the void in his life Each person he meets he wonders will it be you? Will it be you? Joanne Anderson Beaty © May 9, 2008

A Child The smile, laughter and innocence in the eyes of a child is truly the most precious gift on earth. When looking at a child in slumber can you truly say that you have never seen serenity and peace. A child brings into the world hope. It makes the world a better place howbeit it for a short time. Their innocence and undying love for people is Godlike. So anytime you think God has died or no longer exists look into the eyes of a child and then tell me there is no God. Joanne Anderson © April 18, 2008

A Question to Ponder A friend asked me today, “What would you change about your life if you could go back in time and change things?” I sat there and started thinking over my life and as I thought about it, a thousand different things came to my mind. I thought of my childhood how my family treated me like I didn’t belong and how they would avoid me all the time. I thought about my teen years and how horrible they were due to being raped nearly every other day by my oldest brother. I thought about the death of my dad and how his death practically destroyed the family. I thought of my abusive marriage and the way it ended. I thought of the things I went through after the divorce and how I was the one that cared for my mother. I thought about my mother’s death and how devastating that was to the family. As I sat there thinking of all the bad things that had happened in my life, I started thinking, if my family hadn’t have treated me so badly when I was a child, I probably wouldn’t have known how to amuse myself when I was alone. I thought of all the heartache of the rapes I endured during my teenage years and thought if that hadn’t happened, would I have the compassion and understanding of what some people go through when they have bad experiences. Then I thought of the abusive controlling marriage I had, and there was no way I would change that, because it gave me the two most precious things in the world, my children, they are my reason for living. The care of my mother helped prepare me for what I am now studying and gave me an inside look at both sides of the medical field. When my mother died I saw that I was strong enough to actually take control of a bad situation and make things at least bearable for those around me. It was then that I realized, I wouldn’t change anything in my life that everything that has happened to me, that was terrible, has made me a better and stronger person. So I looked at her and said, “You know I honestly wouldn’t change a thing.” Now I wondered what you would change about your life. Joanne Anderson © February 7, 2007

This was written when I heard a friend here on fubar lost her baby to murder. What is Winter? Winter is a bad word to many but to some it is the beauty of God’s tender love personified Winter is not just cruel and desolate but a thing of beauty It is a world of fantasy and delight to the young child and to some It is a world of play but to me it is when God has tucked in the world with a sparkling blanket of white While the world slumbers a magical thing is going on God in his infinite wisdom creates new life while the world sleeps While the earth dreams of sleds and skis the seeds of life are planted To erupt into life on the first day of spring with a beauty only God can create Yes winter may seem cold and cruel but to me it is God’s way of showing there is purity of love and the renewal of the old and withered with a new beauty each and every spring Joanne Anderson © February 23, 2008

What is Winter? Winter is a bad word to many but to some it is the beauty of God’s tender love personified Winter is not just cruel and desolate but a thing of beauty It is a world of fantasy and delight to the young child and to some It is a world of play but to me it is when God has tucked in the world with a sparkling blanket of white While the world slumbers a magical thing is going on God in his infinite wisdom creates new life while the world sleeps While the earth dreams of sleds and skis the seeds of life are planted To erupt into life on the first day of spring with a beauty only God can create Yes winter may seem cold and cruel but to me it is God’s way of showing there is purity of love and the renewal of the old and withered with a new beauty each and every spring Joanne Anderson © February 23, 2008

Anxiety What is this that I am feeling deep inside am I made of jello for that is the feeling I get one of jello that has been disturbed with its wiggling and jiggling or is it more like a child that has been cooped up in a house on a rainy day running around in circles playing cowboys and Indians with his war hoots until he tires but the child never tires. This feeling extends to my fingers and legs causing them to shake. The doctors call it a reaction to medication he calls the reaction anxiety I call it hell. It feels as if my mind wants out of my body to get away from the craziness that I feel. Until it gets out of my system this will continue and my inner child will be running a crazy marathon until exhaustion comes collapsing him in midstep. © March 17, 2008 Joanne Anderson

To Loved and Lost Is it really better to have loved and lost Or would you rather have never loved at all It surely is a question most find hard to answer But to me I am so glad to have experienced love that I lost When I think back of past love I often have bittersweet memories I would never have learned that love is not just giving it is receiving It is not only having your way all the time but compromising for the best for all The bitter sweetness of lost love is a blessing for it taught me even when you lose you still gain more than you lose. You gain the knowledge of what real love is Love truly is the passion and fire you feel when you are in your loved one’s embrace and feel their lips on yours igniting a flame that reaches to your soul with their tender caresses Love is not only this but the respect you have for each other and knowing you would gather the stars in the heavens if you could if they asked it of you. Love gives you the wings to do all you can in life and lifts you when you stumble how would we ever know what true and lasting love was if we didn’t experience the hurt of lost love. So yes it is better to have loved and lost but when you ponder this you realize you really never lost anything but the ignorance of what love really is Joanne Anderson © March 15, 2008