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A quote: “Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.” ~~ John Wooden
I’ll start with a story …
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As sunset faded, he didn’t get up to turn on the lights in his small room and, once again, wondered why he should.
There were papers and books around the tiny apartment. His degrees and awards, pictures of him at all ages, shaking the hand of the presenters and Very Important People, all suitably framed.
Books he had published, travels he had taken. And now.
He had been ambitious and too busy to tell her he loved her. So she married someone who could for a long life of children and boring middleclass suburbia.
He sat alone with his regrets.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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ROBERT J SCHIEBLE says: Through the Reflection of the Setting Sun… He wonders, as his father has passed, how shall I be Remembered? While a Mans Work is from Sun To Sun, a woman’s work is never done & Perhaps its The Love That made his LIFE FUN, He taught ME, his son as he farted in Church, Saying words of such I should always echo as Loud as we Stood in The PEW, He said “Son, It is better to let it out with embarrassment, than to hold it in with PAIN: Since the Pain of Regret TRULY Lives Forever!” Long Live Pops.. I Love You! Bob Jr.
Sheila Garrett says: He sat on the porch as the sun set across the tiny valley. Inside he heard her sing as she washed the dishes. Later, they sat together as the children caught fireflies and put them into a Mason jar. Tomorrow they would face another day.
He sat on the bench as the sun set across the lake. Behind him he heard the children squeal and laugh as they played on the slide. Horns honked as commuters turned toward home. As the color faded, he rose and walked to his apartment where he slept alone, waiting to hear her sing again.
Cameron says: The man was sitting at the bench just watching the sunset. He turned to nod at me as I handed him a beer.
“First batch,” I said proudly.
“It’s good,” he admitted. “Definitely has a kick to it.”
I smiled and looked down. “Had to bring the bench?”
“It was within weight restrictions.”
“I know. Just odd.”
He sighed. “Every night back on Earth, my wife and I would sit at this bench and watch the sunset. She’s gone, parks are gone so I saved this.”
“It’s a good piece of Old Earth,” I agreed. “Don’t blame you at all.”
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