Created by Eric Tung
(Based on Daniel Glick's "The Beauty of a Sunset")
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Dedicated to Cassie Bernall
Cassie Bernall, 17. Two years ago became a born-again Christian. Was active in church youth programs and Bible study groups. Hung out with a nihilistic group in middle school. Recently visited Britain. Favorite movie was Mel Gibson's ``Braveheart.'' As details come forth of that fateful Tuesday in Littleton, the world will not soon forget high school student, Cassie Bernall. Cassie will be remembered for saying only one word -- a word that will be used forever to illustrate the courage and compassion of a young girl confronted with a choice between love and hate, good and evil. When the gunman asked her, "Do you believe in God?" A frightened Cassie said, "Yes." And then she was murdered. Cassie Bernall, an innocent teenage girl who never imagined being caught in such a horrific circumstance, will be remembered in history as a modern day martyr who heroically told the truth, at the moment of truth -- a young girl who will forever after be held as a model and beacon of hope for those who may doubt their faith or convictions. Maybe there is something we have learned from this tragedy... If Cassie can stand for her beliefs, how easy it must be for the rest of us to follow her lead, stand with her, and echo her one word refrain -- "Yes."
"Girl's faith a beacon to those she left"
enthralling us in grandeur to be blessed with such a
place...
This sunset is dedicated to Steven Robert Curnow
Steven Curnow, 14. A freshman, dreamed of being a Navy top gun and piloting an F-16. Watched the ``Star Wars'' movies so often he could recite dialogue. Played soccer as a boy; learned to referee to earn pocket money.
"Soccer, "Star Wars" his passions"
moments where our spirits will struggle to be free...
This sunset is dedicated to Corey DePooter
Corey DePooter, 17. Loved to golf, hunt and fish. Former wrestler. Recently took maintenance job at a golf club to save up for a boat with a friend. Good student. Had wisdom teeth removed this year and was frustrated that it forced him to miss school.
"Pressure brought best from brave teen"
Moments that we purge ourselves and give our souls
release...
This sunset is dedicated to Kelly Fleming and Kyle Velasquez
Kelly Fleming, 16. Aspiring songwriter and author. Wrote scores of poems and short stories based on her life experiences. Was learning to play guitar. Moved from Phoenix 18 months ago. Was eager to get her driver's license and part-time job.
"Newcomer was aspiring writer"
"A tight-knit family"
It grants us humbling moments when pondering this awesome
stage...
This sunset is dedicated to Matt Kechter and Lauren Townsend
Matthew Kechter, 16. A junior, had hoped to start for the football team. Lifted weights. Played on offensive and defensive lines. Maintained A average.
"Full of laughter, sophomore gave all"
"Her heart appreciated things that were gentle"
A dance of perfect harmony, the joining of darkness with
the light...
This sunset is dedicated to Daniel Mauser and Danny Rohrbough
Daniel Mauser, 15. A sophomore, excelled in math and science, and earned straight A's on last report card. Ran cross country and joined debate team. Recently returned from two-week trip to Paris with French club.
"Sophomore strove to better himself"
"A helpful son and good friend who was kind and unselfish"
we stand to learn so much from this display of divine
art...
This sunset is dedicated to Dave Sanders and Rachel Scott
William "Dave" Sanders, 47. Computer and business teacher for 24 years. Coached girls' basketball and softball; basketball team posted winning record in his first year, 1997-98 after finishing next to last the year before. Married with at least two daughters and five grandchildren. Shot twice in chest while directing students down hallway to safety. Survived at least three hours until students were rescued.
"Coach, teacher hailed as hero"
"Aspiring actress found joy in life"
For if you do you will find you are granted so much more...
This sunset is dedicated to Isaiah Shoels and John Tomlin
Isaiah Shoels, 18. Due to graduate in May. Suffered health problems as a child and had heart surgery twice. Wanted to attend an arts college and become a music executive. Small in stature, but lifted weights and played football and wrestled. Bench-pressed twice his weight. Shot in the head because he was black and an athlete, witnesses said.
"Son killed by hatred, father says"
"He loved trucks, and he loved God"
The Special Lover's Sunset
"You are my inspiration.
Happy Birthday Alice
This week, the Special Lover's Sunset is dedicated to Shawn and Tam.
You are my soul.
You fill my life with joy.
With you here I am whole.
My dreams never could have forseen this;
This state of love and pure bliss.
I have you to thank
For each passing day;
For you make them complete in every way.
Your thoughtful gaze,
Your sweet kiss and loving embrace.
All the things you do
You my love are everything to me...
Just you."
May 18, 2000
The Sunset of the Week
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This week, I bring you the inspirational story of
Touch
My mind was elsewhere and I never actually saw what caused it, but halfway through this narrow doorway a wheel of the stroller caught on the threshold and tipped the entire load forward. Caught off balance and a little pre-occupied herself, this young lady lost her grip and the stroller pitched forward, spilling the contents of several bags and one very frightened brown haired child.
Instinct took over and as any father would do, my first reaction was to lift this baby to my shoulder, pat her on the back and console her. I couldn't get over how light she was or how strange it was that she didn't look around for her mother. She just cried and stared directly at the wall and never turned her head in any direction.
Despite her small stature, Angelica, as I would later learn her name was, nearly choked me with her grip, as she frantically held onto my shirt and neck. Never responding to my voice as my daughter had, Angelica pressed her face into my hands as I stroked her hair and wiped the tears from her wide green eyes.
It only took a second or two for her mother to free the stroller from the doorway and race to my side, but Angelica would not let go of my shoulder and hand so I told her mother to go ahead and get her things together while I held the baby.
I had resumed my attempt at calming the baby when her mother turned and said, "She can only hear you if you put her ear to your chest, she's also deaf."
Also?
I turned my head to stare into this beautiful little girls eyes, and saw... nothing... no response... no reaction.
This frail, frightened child was blind and deaf, her only window to the world was through touch.
I stroked her cheek and was given a hopeful smile through her tears, I tickled her under the chin, she giggled and placed her head on my shoulder and sighed. My heart was broken as could only think of my own two and a half year old daughter, Christina. I thought of how often she fell asleep to my wife and I singing to her or how often I catch her looking out of the corner of her eye at me and laughing when I wink or make a face. Would she ever know the joy and love in her home if she couldn't see or hear it? Could I show her how much she means in my life just by touch alone? How often had I said "I love you, Good night" without a hug or a kiss?
We all know how important touching can be, we all know the peace that settles into your heart after a warm hug, but could any of us convey complex emotions like sadness, joy, sympathy or love through touch alone?
Did this little girl know that I was a stranger, someone she had never been near before? Did she even have a concept of different people at all? Could she tell her mother apart from any other woman? And then all these questions where answered in one quick second. Her mother took her from me and nuzzled her neck and hugged her.
The look on that child's face answered all and then some.
Of course she could.
I stood there watching Angelica being buckled back into her seat and tried my best not to cry in the hallway of my office. I pray that this mother can somehow get through to her little girl over the only bridge available, and I pray that I will never have to try.
I do know one thing though -- I'm going home tonight and practice.
It's proven that Humor relieve stress and relaxes the mind, body, and soul. This week, I bring you the humorous story of
The Debt
He read it and threw it away. In April he received another and threw that one away too. The following month the credit card company sent him a very nasty note stating they were going to cancel his card if he didn't send them $0.00 by return of post date. He called them, talked to them, they said it was a computer error and told him they would take care of it.
The following month he decided that it was about time that he tried out the troublesome credit card figuring that if there were purchases on the account it would put an end to his ridiculous predicament. However, in the first store that he produced his credit card in payment for his purchases he found that his card had been canceled. He called the credit card company who apologized for the computer error once again and said that they would take care of it.
The next day he got a bill for $0.00 stating that payment was now overdue. Assuming that having spoken to the credit card company only the previous day the latest bill was yet another mistake he ignored it, trusting that the company would be as good as their word and sort the problem out.The next month he got a bill for $0.00 stating that he had 10 days to pay his account or the company would have to take steps to recover the debt.
Finally giving in, he thought he would play the company at their own game and mailed them a check for $0.00. The computer duly processed his account and returned a statement to the effect that he now owed the credit card company nothing at all.
A week later, the man's bank called him asking what he was doing writing a check for $0.00. After a lengthy explanation the bank replied that the $0.00 check had caused their check processing software to fail. The bank could not process ANY checks from ANY of their customers that day because the check for $0.00 was causing the computer to crash.
The following month the man received a letter from the credit card company claiming that his check had bounced and that he now owed them $0.00 and unless he sent a check by return of post mark they would be taking steps to recover this debt. The man, who had been considering buying his wife a computer for her birthday, bought her a typewriter instead.
This poem really touched my heart, and I hope it will touch yours as well:
For the Fifteen
By The Midnight Writer: Cole
"Wot's that noise that I'm 'earin'?
"Wot's that explodin' that I'm 'earin'?"
"Wot's doin' the scarlet paintin'?"
"Wot's that stompin' that I'm 'earin'?"
"Wot's that rattle that I'm 'earin'?"
"Wot's the quiet that I'm 'earin'?"
"Wot's the silence that I'm 'earin"?"
Become the next poet of the week by sending me a special poem. I am looking to help poets start on their way! E-mail me at AnswerGuy5@aol.com!
The Thought of the Week:
For attractive lips,
For lovely eyes,
For a slim figure,
For beautiful hair,
For poise,
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
revived, reclaimed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody.
Remember: if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find One at the end
of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two
hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
--- by Audrey Hepburn
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"It's the girls...the girls screamin'."
"Wot's the screamin' for?"
"For the boys...the boys in black."
"It's the bombs...bombs explodin'."
"Wot's the boys runnin' for?"
"For the boys...the boys in black."
"It's the blood...the blood's oozin'."
"Wot's the bleedin' from?"
"From the boys...the boys in black."
"It's the boots...the boots marchin'."
"Wot's the marchin' for?"
"For the boys...the boys in black."
"It's the cops...the cops shootin'."
"Wot's the cops shootin' for?"
"For the boys...the boys in black."
"It's death...death's comin'."
"Wot's death comin' for?"
"For the boys...the boys in black."
"It's remembrin'...we're remembrin'."
"Wot's the remembrance for?"
"For the fifteen...the fifteen in Heaven."
"Beauty Tips"
Speak words of kindness.
Seek out the good in people.
Share your food with the hungry.
Let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
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