Bronze Man Part 2
When you give of yourself, what could be the possibilities? Bronze Man …continued from Friday, Jan. 18 “To rebuild a city, we need minds to think.” “Now you’ve gone too far, Bronze Man,” growled one. “Yeah,” groused another, “too far. If we give you our minds, you’ll control us. No way. Get out of here.” Still another sniveled, “And for this you will again promise us a new city?” “Yes. You have said it.” “You’re dangerous, Bronze Man,” one shouted. “Get away from our city.” “Who will give me their mind?” Silence fell. A shuffle in the crowd. A…
If You Were Lance
After years of vehement denial, Lance Armstrong finally fesses up and admits his sin of using performance-enhancing drugs to win his cycling competitions. This is a good thing. Honesty is first step toward redemption. Good for you, Lance. But sometimes doing the right thing comes with a price tag. Tweet
Bronze Man Part 1
When you give of yourself, what could be the possibilities? A young man, strong and lean, bronzed as from out of a fire, appeared in the city. Around him churned honking taxis, rumbling trains, grinding trucks, and huffing, sweat-drenched bodies bustling through caverns of concrete, glass, and steel. He walked to the city hall, where men and women marched up and down a hillside of steps, past pillars and heavy doors. They wore dark suits and stiff white collars that choked them. In their briefcases were documents, signatures, and stamps of power. The Bronze Man turned away. He walked through…
Indentured from Birth
The 10-year-old child struggles with the load of clay he is to turn into bricks. All day. He dreams of school, of a better life. But if he doesn’t make bricks, he doesn’t eat. His parents could find no other work, and they took out loans to survive. Loans they now cannot repay, and probably never will. When they die, their children will inherit the unrepayable debt. They will never play like other kids, never go to school, never read and write. And they will likely make bricks for their wealthy owner until they die. Many landowners, brick kiln operators,…
Cobwebs
Earthly life is fleeting. The clock tick-tock-tick-tocked on the mantle. Ralph, the slightly graying husband had just finished a fast life of making money and enjoying weekends. Now his life was a weekend. He wandered into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. With the steam still wafting up from his cup, he looked again at the mantle. Cobwebs had formed along the left side of the clock. He wondered. With the setting sun splashing across the sky, Ralph stepped out for a walk. Upon returning he saw that cobwebs covered the whole clock. Still it tick-tock-tick-tocked. He must have mixed up the clock…
