Password to Life

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Michael entered the password numerous times, in every format possible. He knew his password for goodness sake, why wouldn’t it work! He tried it in countless ways, big B, little b and with a 4 and then a 7 but to no avail.

This was ridiculous, he slammed his palm on the table. It wasn’t him, it must be the other party’s end, that, or he’d been hacked!  Michael let out a loud groan and held his head in his hands in despair.

‘Is there something wrong my dear?’ Michael looked up to find a woman standing over the table. Michael had forgotten he was in a cafe, he had come to try and see if he would have any more luck with a faster internet connection.  She looked about his age, maybe a little younger as she still had a softness about her.

‘Oh I’m sorry, I forgot where I was, it’s this damn contraption that’s driving me crazy’, he mumbled pointing at his iPad. I’m trying to top up my Skype credit so I can talk to someone, I wanted to call my son in Indonesia, but it won’t recognise my password. I don’t think I’ve changed it but maybe I did and forgot as I sometimes do.  Please do sit down, I am so terribly sorry for my outburst, let me buy you a cup of tea’.

Mary sat down and smiled across the table at Michael ‘perhaps I can help you remember, let me think.  I believe that most of my own passwords are connected to memories of my life.  I think from speaking to friends they are usually connected to ones life, an event, place, name or number with significance.   I know they recommend you shouldn’t do this but my memory just isn’t what it was’.

Michael nodded in agreement, ‘I have tried most of the places where I have lived, I have used these before but that just doesn’t seem to be working.  I have also tried my children’s names and businesses I have had, but the password eludes me’. Michael thought once more about what the password could be.  ‘I’m sure it is Mississippi and a year, but the year escapes me.’  Michael thought about his time in the US with his wife, they had a wonderful time wherever they went, she had told him she had loved their life together before she died.   Michael was lonely, he depended on his iPad to be in touch with people, he knew probably drove them mad, but it was better than loneliness.

‘Tell me a little about your life, we might come up with the password if we are lucky’ Mary suggested.  So Michael spoke and Mary listened, laughing at times and dabbing her eyes at others.  Mary shared some of her own life stories, it was so good to talk to someone she thought.

They were the last to leave the cafe, arranging to meet the next day and talk some more.  Both had smiles on their faces as they parted, they had thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon.

Later that evening when the iPad beeped to indicate a Skype call coming in, Michael was able to tell his son about the lovely afternoon with his new friend.  He told him about how he had been reminiscing and remembered things he hadn’t thought of in years.  Michael said he would be meeting Mary the following day and wanted to take along some photographs.  He didn’t stay on the call as long as he usually did and when it ended, strangely he didn’t feel sad.

It wasn’t until much later he realised he still hadn’t remembered his password.

My Epitome of Love

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Daily Prompt Word – Epitome

 

My epitome of love, I miss you every day.

You taught me how to love myself, before you went away.

You loved me every moment, from the the very start.

You taught me how to listen and love with an open heart.

You modelled it so wonderfully, it was very clear to see.

My epitome of love, you loved much more than me.

You loved so many others, in oh, so many ways.

You taught me how to do this, I try to every day.

Your love is indescribable to anyone but me.

So I have to practice what you taught, so everyone can see.

Your loves continues brightly, your love is like the sun.

My epitome of love, my love, my darling mum.

Day out with a Bang

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Daily Post Prompt – Fork

 

We never know what is just in front of us, what could happen that will change the course of events.

This was brought home to me today, when I met my friend for a girly catch up at a shopping centre. I needed to get an outfit for a wedding, a special wedding, so I wanted it to be something lovely. The plan was to stop for some lunch and then wonder around the shops to get the perfect outfit, hopefully a lovely floaty dress, maybe a cheeky glass of wine.

Linda, my best friend, had her foster child with her as the day centre was closed. That was okay with me I love Anne, I’ve know her years. We met her when we were both working with her when she was seven. It wasn’t very long before Linda knew she could give her a home and now Anne is twenty-three. Anne has special needs and brain damage from her early life experiences, along with this she has epilepsy. Anne functions at around four years old but we know how to meet her needs and help her feel safe.

We had a lovely lunch time chat and Anne had a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. I got some nice photos of her, which is hard as she puts on a false smile if she thinks her photo is being taken. The photos were so nice we thought we would pop along to the photo shop to get them printed off. Only first we would quickly pop into the Nespresso shop to try some of their different flavours.

We were chatting to the assistant about the various flavours when, crash Anne had a huge seizure, fell off a stool we had missed her climbing on, and banged her head on the marble floor. The sound of the crack of her head was terrifying and everybody ran over. A big pool of dark red blood seeped from the back of her head onto the marble floor, I was horrified, we were all horrified. As much as I wanted to help and I did, I hate the sight of blood, it makes me faint. I crouched down next to her trying to comfort her as much as I could while we waited for the ambulance.

Passers by rushed to help, a lovely mother and daughter who stayed throughout, mopping the blood, holding her hand and talking to her. They had been shopping for a dress for the daughter who had a big night out planned. They were wonderful people and told us helping Anne was far more important. The shop closed their doors and put screens up in front, they were just amazing, they even passed around espressos.

Anne was taken to hospital over an hour later, it’s amazing how long it takes for them to arrive and treat a patient on the scene. I kissed Anne and Linda goodbye and said I would call them later and headed for my car. I thought about how quickly things can change. There could be a fork in the road for all of us hidden from view and ready to knock us off of our feet, we never really know what is ahead.

I saw a shop and dashed in a bought a dress for an extortionate amount of money. ‘Who knows what is around the corner’ I told the assistant as she wrapped it in tissue. I hope the young girl who helps has a fantastic night out tonight.

I just spoke to Anne on the telephone, she is feeling much better and is on the way home with the two large cuts on her head repaired. I hate to think what could have happened today, it could have been so much worse.

I was jolly on the phone and sang her ‘Humpty Dumpty’.

Counting Days

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It rains for countless days, 

the clouds are thick and dark.

Summer seems an age away,

No walks around the park.

The weathers always rotten,

the washing never dries.

Until I go to work again

and the sun is in the sky!

Countless times I swap my day

planning well ahead.

I closely watch the weather,

in constant fear and dread.

But I always choose the wrong day

how ever hard I plan.

Then you’ll find me in the office,

sweating by the fan!

Final Countdown

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I have said it countless times now,

told you until I’m blue in the face.

I’m constantly repeating myself,

This is a diabolical disgrace! 

How do I get your attention, 

it feels like I’m talking to a wall.

You must open your ears and listen,

This certainly won’t do at all!

Do I have to say it again now,

have I got mug written over my face.

I will say it just one more time,

Until I get out of this place!

Flowers on the Railway

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The flower on the side of the railway tracks looks out of place in this grey urban environment.  But the flower, like many others like her along tracks, still reaches up daily in prayer to the sun.

She has hope for future generations, she is positive about the future for her kind.  In the distance, if she stretches up above the grass she can see the downs, she knows that flowers just like her grow wildly there and flourish.   She is at peace knowing that through pollination, her kind will also one day live in those hills.

In just a few weeks the bees and butterflies will be back and her prayers may come to fruition.  Until then she will continue to allow the wind to sooth her and perhaps help a little along the way.

She continues to dream of a better future for her kind.

Bits and Pieces

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Daily prompt word – Grain

A grain of sand, a speck of dust,
minuscule pieces of the earth we trust.

Set together, they grow into form,
whole and real, what we see as the norm.

In isolation, their use would cease,
no use on their own to man or beast.

Castles without sand would not exist,
neither would cleaners if dust didn’t persist.

Massed together and what do we see,
the wholeness of earth, we love to see.

Grain

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Daily Word Prompt – Grain

There is suggestion that we are living in a holographic type universe and reality does not exist unless we look at it.

Think of the possibilities here if this is true.

Judge – Did you receive the final demand for payment of the quantity of sand you had delivered to your home.

Accused – Your honour, yes the letter said I owed the money, I saw this when I looked at it but when I tucked it away into my kitchen draw, I knew it couldn’t really be there.  I have been reading about quantum physics your honour and I don’t believe this court has a grain of evidence against me.

 

Graffiti Reading

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Graffiti Reading No. 1

I came across this piece of graffiti while walking in Brighton today and was quite taken with what it said to me.  I took a photo of it and thought I would try a sort of psychic reading.

The art was half way up a staircase.  The stairs are a thoroughfare from one road, up a hill to a parallel road above.  You have to be local to know they are there, they are hidden from view.   This suggested to me that the artist, was neither here or there, but on his way up.

I feel this was painted by a young man who is still discovering himself.  The face he shows to the world different to the soul beneath, he wears a mask.  He presents a tough exterior, doesn’t smile an awful lot, if at all to those who don’t know him.  He is still finding himself, he is in the process of carving out his identity.  I believe he is on his way up and getting closer to his destination.  I think this is a self portrait, even if he was unaware of this at the time.

He wants us to think that he meets the world head on, he knows where he is going but I believe he is still tortured by the past.  Torture might not be the right word here, but he shows a sadness, the sadness that comes from past experiences that leave scars on the soul.  I get this from the eye on the left, right in the photo, that appears to be focussed on the past.

That he chose a secluded spot to display his art, made me feel he was waiting to be noticed and at the same time, desperately wants to be worthy of being noticed.  He is not ready to show his true self yet, he doesn’t believe he will be accepted.  But there is hope in the art work and I think hope for the future.

I believe he comes from love, there are people around him that love him although he might not be aware of this at the present time.  I see two circles behind him in blue and green, signifying love and healing.  I’m not sure he consciously painted them but to me they are his people.

I feel this young man is a thinker and communicator, he has the ability to communicate his understanding of the world but at present he is quiet.  He has passion, this will develop as he begins to understand himself and his place in the world.  Above all I see a gentleness that will grow and flourish.

This gives me hope.