"life doesn't give you the people you want. it gives you the people you
need. to help you. to hurt you. to love you. to leave you. and to make
you into the person you were meant to be."
- anonymous
Right after 9 11 when I worked in DC, I had started dating Shakara. I had a good friend named Henry at the time. As a result of 9 11, my company lost alot of business (some of the companies we consulted were housed in the Twin Towers) and a lot of us were fired. I didn't want Shakara to know I didn't have a job, and unemployment wasn't going to cover my place. At the same time, Henry's girlfriend kicked him out of her apartment, so before I asked him to move in to the guest room, he had asked me to do just that. And he paid about 60% of the rent. So I collected unemployment and I cooked dinner and baked for my neighbors and I drove Henry to and from work so that I could use his car for job-hunting and for my dates with Shakara. I had managed to date Shakara for 2 yrs without her knowing I was unemployed. She was disappointed that I hadn't told her but impressed that I managed to date her without ever having her pay for anything. Henry was a big help to me. When a recruiter got me a job back in Milwaukee, Shakara moved there with me. Henry paid 50% of the moving expenses. I never heard from him again. I've tried to connect with him on Facebook to say thanks and to pay him back but can't get a hold of him.
When I saw that above quote I was reminded of my friend Henry. His friendship came at the right time, and though I intend for good friendships to last forever, it seemed to end at what God might have determined to be the right time.
God is good God.
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17 September 2012
20 February 2011
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14 February 2011
(from a payphone in Perth)
You call every other week, and I don’t answer.
I listen to your voice hearing you say the things I like to hear, but it’s too late to do anything about it, and that’s why I just listen, remembering the way your hand fit in mine, knowing your nuances and your body movements-and I don’t answer-
This morning you called and said "if my father hadn't died we'd still be together."
I almost called you back. But I didn't.
(you said your crazy soon to be ex-husband might have my phone tapped)
You keep calling, and I don't answer. One day you'll get the hint.
29 December 2010
Now That You're Back
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Shakara |
You have left me
a
lone
and
while
alone
I faced the music
I listened
for the first time
to the lyrics
that hit so close to home
and inspired
me
made me smile
again
made me laugh
made me aware
that there is life
after you
as there was
before you.
now you are back with your confident smile—
----but I have my own now.
Thank You.
--alexgeorge
31 October 2010
i was looking for the manual for my tivo in my bottom dresser drawer and I came across a Diabetic cook book that she gave me that I had put away. It has over 2,000 recipes. Inside there was an inscription; "I'm going to make every single recipe in this book for you."
Then her father took ill, and it was over before she made one.
04 January 2010
abduction
In the beginning, we soared. We knew the crackle of constellations, the heat of worlds unborn. Our coupling was cosmic. She said it was in the stars.
When the nights grew cooler, I should have returned to earth, but she promised me the moon. I floated on clouds.
Now, she's light-years away. No longer the chosen one, I wonder where I've been. Here, in the dark, in church, she left to join a mosque.
A friend challenged me to write a short short story based on the word "abduction", in 75 words or less. Tell me what you think of the above?
When the nights grew cooler, I should have returned to earth, but she promised me the moon. I floated on clouds.
Now, she's light-years away. No longer the chosen one, I wonder where I've been. Here, in the dark, in church, she left to join a mosque.
A friend challenged me to write a short short story based on the word "abduction", in 75 words or less. Tell me what you think of the above?
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