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Re: PIETY

Postby Krisi » Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:54 pm

Your story sounded real... you're funny.

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Postby denvinbo » Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:29 pm

When I was in secondary school, I knew dad was extremely odd. In grade 8th, I'm the only one never got into an airplane. And everything became worse when I knew the other's parents, no one called their picture album: "Steam sound", took photos with the steam train had a lot of smoke. And no one was teased by the neighbor because of remembering train run-time, East and North route. Ignoring them, dad still like entertaining by imitating train sound, that made the dog yelled all day.

In grade 9th, the "hottest" girl in my class was Krista Marshall chose me to be her best friend, but dad nearly ruined my life. One day, I invited Krista to have holiday with my family. Because of excitement, I forgot the meaning of dad "holiday" was different from the others. Other people liked Disneyland, went to a beach or relaxed at a hotel but dad liked camping in a forest in Adirondacks.

Because we weren't lucky on the first night, it rained. But it would have been small thing if dad hadn't liked fixing things by himself and hadn't binded the old tents together, so we weren't leaked. After 4 days got up with wet clothes, walked total 10 miles and eaten stewed beef... finally we could go home by car.

Poor Krista - her body was stung by insects - she was very frightened when dad parked the car aside the road and disappeared into the forest....

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Postby denvinbo » Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:27 am

- Why do we stop? - She said with fear and afraid that we was going to have another camp.
Mom smiled like everything and everyone was normal:
- Frank goes to take some photos.

Krista was terrified when dad hanged himself on the tree 7 meters distance from the ground to take the best photos. The train was late and we had to wait on the car for 45 minutes. Krista tried not to cry, and I felt wretched, I asked myself how could the person had no malice like dad ruin his children's lucky time?

But I had to admit that dad didn't ruin my life. It turned out that Krista's parents weren't normal, too. They had a big paper hanged over the hold on the wall with the words: "What do you want to see here?". Krista always tried to unravel the paper before her friends came over but the paper always re-appeared with glorious winning. With that similar points, the friendship between Krista and me was warmer.

And I should admit that I wasn't ashamed because of odd behavior, I always loved and admired dad's freely spirit. Actually, he didn't care about what other people thought. In the girls group, no one had father dared to "lift" a trip to go around Latin America to take photos of train when he was a student in university. No one had a father spent time to call upon environment protectors by going by train. Dad was an independent thinking person. It was wonderful because I liked it, too. I didn't care if my socks was suitable, or they laughed me, as long as I believed life would be fair. Might be I inherited from dad, might be I was dad's copy... Surely, I always prided of that things. Right, having a liberal father was more interesting than having a father always tried to build his fake skin. That's the reason I loved my dad very much - The fantastic thing that none of my friends had...

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Re: PIETY

Postby Krisi » Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:23 am

Nice Denvinbo!!! :-) I like this very, very much... Thank you. :-)
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Postby denvinbo » Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:06 am

PIETY will be revived someday.... :-)
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Postby denvinbo » Mon Aug 11, 2008 11:40 am

Never forget!

Mom liked strawberry malt. At the end of life, dad and mom lived in an old-age centre. Because of mom's Alzheimer, dad was exhausted and could not take care of her anymore. But both of them loved each other, hand in hand, the couple walked around the corridor, visited friends, transfer love. They are the romantic people of the old-age centre.

When recognizing that mom's situation became worse, I wrote a letter and said that I love her. I asked her if she could forgive the things I had done, that she was a great person. And the most, I'm proud of being her son. I said all the things from my deeply heart, that I always loved her but I was stubborn and didn't say that words until now. A letter contained true love. Dad said that mom spent time to read it times to times.

I was very sad when I knew that she could not recognize me. She usually asked: "Ah hey, what's your name boy?" and I replied happily that I was Larry and I was her son. She smiled and took my hand. I wish that I could be at that time again.

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Postby denvinbo » Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:21 am

Once I visited her, I stopped at the malt shop near my house to buy for them some strawberry malt. I visited mom first, introduced myself another time, talked a few minutes and then brought the remain strawberry malt to dad's room.

When I came back, mom nearly finished eating, she lied on the bed but she still awake. Both of us smiled when I walked into the room. Without saying a word, I dragged the chair next to the bed and took my mom's hand. I quietly asserted my love to her. In the silent room, I felt the magic of unconditional love of me and her, although she could not aware who was taking her hand. Or she was taking my hand?

10 minutes later, I felt that mom fastened gently my hand... 3 times. Quickly and immediately, I knew that she was saying something that no need to listen.

The magic of unconditional love was brought up by holy power and our inmagination. I could not believe it!

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Postby denvinbo » Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:33 am

Although she could not express her silent thinking like before, words were not needed. I felt that mom came back in a moment.

Long time ago, when they were finding each other, mom found a very special way to say to dad: "I love you!" when they were sitting at the church. Dad took her hand gently and said: "Me too".

I fastened her hand 3 times. She turned round and gave me a smile that I never forgot - the smile would be with me through my lifetime. Her face was bright with love.

I still remembered how she expressed her unconditional love to dad, to family, to friends. Her love still effect deeply in my life...

8 to 10 minutes passed, no one said a word. Suddenly, mom looked at me and said:
- The important thing is there's someone love us!

I cried. The tears of happy. I hugged her, gently and warmly, said to her how I loved, missed her and turned round to wipe the tears.

Mom died for some day later.

I always remembered the things she said with me before she died. It was short, but it was the most meaning and sacred time that I never forgot through my lifetime.....

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Re: PIETY

Postby Krisi » Tue Aug 12, 2008 1:30 pm

touching story, denvinbo.

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Postby denvinbo » Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:33 am

The broken-bread box

In former time, I was a starting criminal-warden women. The criminal women I sponsored had different age; job, trait and trespassing case were different too. But the hurt of being away from their children was the general reason could make those sometimes cruel women sit together. After meeting family or receiveing a letter, they shared each other about their children, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying...

Renee was one of the criminal women. Having baby when 20 years old, involved by her lover and became a heroin container, then sentenced 7 years in prison, left her 4 years old son for her parents. They said to the boy that his mom was studying far away. Sometimes, Renee met her son, she promise him she would come back home wih him.

One day, in duty-time, I saw Renee sobbing. Renee just met her son, the boy pinched Renee come back with him soon.
- Mom, take me to the Swan lake, I have saved a lot of broken-bread! - The boy showed off innocently...

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Postby denvinbo » Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:37 am

Renee's mother said: Everyday he collected all the broken-bread remained on the table to a box.

- When you come back, I will bring this to the Swan lake! I wait for you, mom! - explained the boy.....

Grandmother said he always kept the box with him. When sleeping, he carefully putted the box at the headboard. When it was sunny, he brought the bread to dry in the sun. The broken-bread box became the symbol of mom's returning day.

Listening to the story, I could not keep my tears. I was very surprised when I heard that Renee intended to spend $25 to buy a drug. Some criminal tried to deliver each other that kind of drug, dissolved with water and lanced to blood vessel. Being verified, Renee said she was very tired and nervous... but I know that was not the real reason.

I felt angry, I cried for Renee and her son, but she.... Could not be patient, I catched her hair and shouted:
- You're old. You can decide anything you want, but with that money you can buy a lot of bread for your son!

Renee stared at me in a moment. I became nervous, regreted what I had done, it was out of my power.

After a week hiding and being anxious, finally she came and said to me:
- You're right, Lucy! I can buy a lot of bread for my son.

In another years in prison, I knew that Renee saved her money in a saving account and never touched it. After setted free because of good conduct, Renee came home and went to the Swan lake with her son. Her life was a bit difficult, but she never touched heroin again. She wrote a letter for me contained a picture of her and her son at the Swan lake. Yes, she won, the love her son gave her was the most powerful love with her........

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Postby denvinbo » Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:59 am

20 dollar

Diana's house had everything, but she still felt sad. In the evening, rarely Diana's family ate dinner together. Her father always worked. Mother said her father had to work to earn money for her future, but she wanted father to carry her his back and go the Disney park, wanted to river-bathing. Diana only had Shadow - her lovely dog - to make friend with her. She thought and thought, then she decided to do something...

- Dad, how much money can you make in an hour? - Diana whispered to her father's ear when he just came home after work.

Her father knitted his eyebrow and surprised. Even his wife never asked him that thing. But his daughter's pure eyes and sweet voice, he was solfer:
- Let see, daughter. Don't bother me. I'm tired!

- But you can say. How much money can you make in an hour? - Diana entreated.

Then he have to lose, he said:
- 20 dollar an hour.

- So lending me 10 dollar, dad! - Diana cheered.

Her father asked:
- What do you want to do with money? I have never let you in poor.

Then, in tired and angry, he commanded:
- Go to bed. Don't bother me anymore!

Diana went to bed. At midnight, her father suddenly woke up. Remembering the thing happened in the evening with his daughter, he felt regret. Might be Diana wanted to buy something important but she didn't tell him. He walked in tiptoe into Diana's room.

- You still awake? - Her father asked.

- Yes, dad. What's up, dad? - Diana was sleepy but she suddenly woke up.

- I bring you 10 dollar you asked in the evening! - Her father answered.

- Thanks dad! - Diana cheered in happy.

She picked up a packet of pennies under her pillow. During 2 weeks, she skipped breakfast to save that money. Before, she went to some shop to ask for a work, but they said she was still too young. She intended to teach Shadow to be a humorist and then perform on the street to earn some money.

- Now, I have enough money! 20 dollar! - Diana hugged her father's neck - Dad, I have 20 dollar to buy an hour of your working-time. Tomorrow you can spend 1 hour and go to the zoo with me, dad!

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Postby denvinbo » Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:28 pm

Dad, you're a magician!

My sister, Lois was born in January, she was too young, so she didn't remember the first Winters in Chicago. When she was three, - you know, in that age you thought that your parents knew and did everything - when she'd just woken up, she saw a white blanket coverred everything. She got out of the bed, ran to the kitchen - where everyone was having breakfast - then opened her eyes widely because of excitement, she asked dad:
- Dad, how can you do it?

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Postby denvinbo » Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:05 am

Life cycle

That year in the state of New South Wales, the cold weather came very soon. New school-year was coming but I didn't have any sweeter, so I went shopping with my mother at Venture supermarket on Sunday - the biggest supermarket in the city. Just getting out of the car, she took my hand and dragged me after her, in order that I wouldn't get lost in the crowd, I was seven years old, I didn't want to be guided. I hung on to my mother like as a tail.

When getting in the supermarket, I was dizzy with its large framework. In my mother purse there was a long list of needed things. She walked as running when I wanted to gaze everywhere. She always had to protect me in order that I wouldn't be crashed. At the winter clothes area, while I lifted up and down the long sleeve sweeter, the fur boots, the fur hat, gloves... tried them on and looked my self in the mirror, she was anxious at the parent's seat. Seven years old, I had my own favorites. But it seemed that she noticed the price more than their appearance. She usually turned back what I chose, no matter how my face was. Our shopping journey was stucked by my groans:
- Mom, I'm tired. Let's take a rest.
We went to the canteen and had two cups of hot chocolate. She quickly drank up her chocolate and waited impatiently for me when I slowly sipped in mouthfuls. I wished there was a flying carpet to get home quickly, no need to go to the car park...
- Come on, try some more. - She said with entreatment.
I rememberred my mother's sign with many bags on the shoulder, in her hand, walked dilapidatedly in snow to the car park, with her other hand, she held my hand tightly...

40 years after, in winter, at the Venture supermarket, just getting out of the car, I hurriedly took my mother hand in order that she wouldn't be out of my sight and get lost in the crowd. I was very hurry, but I couldn't walk faster because my mother was old. I had to protect her in order that the customers wouldn't crash into her.
Then I had to wait for her at the seatwhile she was trying on winter clothes. And this time was the same, our liking was still different. She looked for cheap things and turned back what I chose for her, no matter how my face was...
In the middle of the shopping journey, I pretended to be tired:
- Mom, I'm tired. Let's find somewhere to rest.
We went to the canteen and had two cups of hot chocolate. I drank up my chocolate, looked at the window and waited for her sipping slowly. I wonderred if she was thinking about a flying carpet...
Snow fell scatteredly, I took her hand, walked to the car park unhurriedly....

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Postby denvinbo » Sun Feb 08, 2009 4:50 am

I'm home

Many people said that when we grew up, we would love our childhood. As for me, when I was young, I knew I was having a wonderful childhood and happy memories would always be with me.

I grew up in a dense family at a village farm. That place has much love, much space and many works to do. From gardening to cutting grass, from cleaning the stable to doing housework... My vocabulary didn't have the word "boring" - I liked all, but nothing is job. The pressure from the same age friends didn't exist, because the only "mass" I knew was the "cattle mass"...
My family was always close to each other and because of living isolated at the countryside so at night, we stayed at home. After dinner, the kids usually grouped to play somethings or tell stories until went to bed. When I was lying on my bed, if there was a cricket's sound, I would snore immediately. That's life and I knew I was lucky to have it...

When I was 12, a tragedy happened and changed my life forever. My father had a heart attack and had to bring a artificial heart which larger 3 times than a normal heart. The doctor diaqnosed that it was a hereditary diseased, he also adviced my father to change the way of living, no horse training, no straining-machine driving, and no farm living... So we had to sell our house and moved to the West, leaving the family, friends and happy life I'd ever known...

The hot and dry atmosphere in Arizona cured my father's disease and I was trying to fall in line with new school, new friends and new life style... But I didn't know that my life would be changed another time and this time was the most important turning-point...

A showman from Los Angeles came to meet me and asked if I wanted to be an actress. I didn't have this idea but he expessed first, so I had to think. After considering, we decided to go to Los Angeles to try. I totally didn't know what I was throwing myself in...

Thanks god that I had my mother with me from the beginning. We together walked into the new adventure. When everything became good, I grew up too. The Beverly Hills play, 90210 was successful at the right time my mother decided to go back to Arizona. The rustic girl in me was disappearing and replacing with a new city girl.

I actually liked my job and got more success than I expected. However... I felt that I was lack of something. A dark space was eating my happiness.

I tried to imagine what it was. I tried to work more, than less. I made new friends and forgot old friends. But all that things could not fill my space. I knew I could not find the answer at clubs, parties and flights through the nation. I tried to remember when I felt most happy, most meaning life. Finally, I got the answer and once again, my life would change...
I called my parents and said:
- I love both of you. I need you. I will buy a house here and I want to can live with me in California...

Then we bought a farm outside the city - where there were animals running and a garden with green vegetables were waiting to be harvested. That must be a house where all my relatives could come, meet together in holiday, a peaceful place outside the busy world... In concluded, that would be the place I never forgot... A perfect farm, hided in a valley with warm sunlight. My dream came true. The dark space eated my happiness was disappearing. A stable and peaceful feeling came back to me. I was home, my parents was with me and I made sure I would not sacrifice that happiness...

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Re: PIETY

Postby denvinbo » Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:48 am

A new story is coming........... :mrgreen:
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