Therapists needed in Limavady
I am concerned about the mental state of a couple of cross stitchers who also happen to be committee members of a writing group I just left I’m still in.I sent an email to both the secretary and treasurer of the group regarding a grant application for the writing group. The email I sent read…
“Would you send out the copy of the final application out to us all. I’d thought at the last meeting which was specifically held about the grant we’d decided on a project title. I know there hasn’t been a title decided on for the magazine/newsletter yet and wonder do they need a title for the publication before the 20th. I also remember that we had ******’s CV available to send with the application.Also in connection with ‘Information on how artists/technical staff proposed for employment’ were the printing quotes all submitted with the application?”I’d expected a reply to the email, instead I receive this [from the secretary] an email I remember reading about 10 years ago
Read This Slowly Jack took a long look at his speedometer Before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months.. How could a guy get caught so often? When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, The big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager To get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, He approached a man he saw every Sunday, A man he’d never seen in uniform. ‘Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.’ ‘Hello, Jack.’ No smile. ‘Guess you caught me red-handed In a rush to see my wife and kids.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’ Bob seemed uncertain. Good. ‘I’ve seen some long days at the office lately. I’m afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once.’ Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. ‘Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?’ ‘I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct .’ Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics. ‘What’d you clock me at?’ ‘Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?’ ‘Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65.’ The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket. ‘Please, Jack, in the car’ Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.. Why hadn’t he asked for a driver’s license? Whatever the reason, It would be a month of Sundays Before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, Just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip. ‘Thanks..’ Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read: ‘Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it - a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I’m going to have to wait until Heaven Before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left.’ ‘Bob’ Jack turned around in time to see Bob’s car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived… Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker. Funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the sanctity of life, people think twice about sharing. Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them. Pass this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we’ll never know if we don’t try. May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. ‘I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.’and another email arriving within seconds of the first in my inbox [from the treasurer]
Yearly Mouse Calibration You should actually do this every year. Even more often is recommended if you spend a lot of time on the computer. I was shocked to see how well this works! To re-calibrate your mouse, click and hold on the Y below. Then drag the Y toward the g. If it doesn’t work immediately, you might want to clean your mouse. I’M SURE YOU WILL WANT TO RECOMMEND THIS TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS ONCE YOU SEE HOW WELL IT WORKS… You daft bugger. You’ll believe anythingObviously these two women need help. If you know of any therapists willing to take their lives in their hands and help them let me know. For my own sanity it’s looking like time for me to move on, maybe to another creative writing group or maybe even start one up closer to home. So if you live in the Magherafelt, Castledawson,Tobermore, Draperstown, Maghera, Bellaghy, Portgelone or KIlrea area and if you’re interested in forming/joining a creative writing group email me @ davetodd7@gmail.com
