Where did all the unicorns go?

An oldie to celebrate #starbucks #unicorn frappucino!

Where did they go?  Are they like the dinosaurs and just became extinct over time?  Well, I am about to answer that age old question for you.

This is the story of Eunice the Unicorn.  It is a sad tale, and you might shed a tear or two for poor Eunice, so have you handkerchief ready.

Eunice was a sweet unicorn but a little shy.  Her friends were always trying to get her to go out more.  They finally decided to set Eunice up on a date.  Oh no!  It wasn’t like she had never been on a date before.  She knew how awkward those dates could be.  Eunice’s best friend had set her up before as a fourth to their third wheel, it was only with the best intentions of course.

How bad could it be, you ask?  Oh, it could be bad.  Let’s start out with her date’s name, Varmit.  Varmit!  What kind of name was that for a unicorn?  Then the got separated from the other couple.  Wait.  This was supposed to be a double date, what happened?  Varmit was not the Romeo she hoped for, and luckily that evening ended early, very early.

It took a lot of convincing for her to agree to repeat that embarrassing fiasco.  But they finally wore her down and she agreed to give it one more try.

Eunice was to meet him at this new place called The Ark.  It was ‘the’ place to be seen and that was the main reason she agreed to be set up again.  You see, she heard that only couples were allowed into The Ark.  No singles were allowed entrance.  So, desperate times called for desperate measures.

The night of the big date arrived and Eunice’s stomach filled with butterflies.  She took extra care to brush her mane out until it shone.  Her hooves were painted a demure pink, and her horn was polished to a fine sheen.  She arrived at The Ark and stood patiently by the entrance ramp watching all the other couples go on board.

An awkward 30 minutes passed by as Eunice nodded to the horses, mules and other couples as they went by.  Smiling nervously, she kept peering around to see if she could spot her date over the large crowd.

Noah, the owner of The Ark, came out and shouted All Aboard.  “All aboard?  Wait, my date isn’t here yet!  Oh no, what do I do now?” Eunice thought in a panic.

As Noah slowly pulled up the ramp, a fine rain began to fall.  Eunice the Unicorn stood there as the rain grew heavier.  Her mascara ran down her face and her mane hung limply. Boy, this was the definitely the last time she would agree to go on a blind date!

The Night Before Powerball

Twas the night before powerball, and all through the land

Not a creature was sleeping, tickets clutched in their hand:

Money collected from co-workers with care,

In hopes that come morning a fortune would be there;

The numbers were chosen with much care and debate;

With visions of Ferraris and homes at the Cape;

We sat by the TV, our breath we did hold;

While forecasts of winter abundant were told;

As the hour drew near, we all gathered around;

It’s time for the drawing, you hear not a sound;

Now 16!  Now 24!  Now 33 and 47!

On 49 and oh now my heaven!

Those winning numbers I now hold in my grasp;

As of this minute, my worries are past.

 

 

Random Acts of Kindness

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I read this on facebook the other day and it struck me by it’s truth and simplicity.  I think so much of hopelessness is compounded by loneliness.

It made me think of how I felt a couple of years ago when things were leading up to and going through my divorce.  I don’t think I had ever felt so alone and abandoned.

There were so many days when driving to work seemed a huge and impossible task.  I would have to keep pushing myself just to get in the car.

I work in an area of town where a daytime shelter for homeless people is located.  So I would often see a person walking down the road waiting for the shelter to open.  But I began to notice that one man was always walking the opposite direction, away from the shelter.

It was days before I could look beyond my sorrow and really take notice of the man.  I would see how when a car approached on the road, he always turned his face away and down.  It was as if he couldn’t or didn’t want to make any sort of contact.

The odd thing was, that once I began to look, this man, while turning from other cars, would always look up as I drove by.  We would actually make eye contact.  That first time, I was so surprised I didn’t smile or speak.  I kept driving, tears still streaming from my eyes.

The next time I saw him walking along the road, turning his head away from oncoming cars, I thought I must have imagined that previous glance.

As I approached him, he looked up at me, our eyes met and this time I raised my hand and spoke.  He returned the gesture and we both moved on.

I began to watch everyday for the little man.  The odd thing was that he was only along that road on the days I was in such despair over the hopelessness of my situation.  Every time, he would look up, speak and smile.  It became that I knew with certainty that if I was in stress, he would be there.  I never stopped and he never waved me down.

One day, as the tears ran down my face like the rain on my windshield, I saw him walking along.  I stopped, grabbed my umbrella and hopped out of my car.  I gave him the umbrella and five dollars asking him if he would allow me to buy him a cup of coffee for the day.  He smiled, thanked me and walked on.

We continued to wave and smile as we would pass on most mornings.  I have no doubt that God sent that little man to me everyday that I needed to know someone out there saw me.  Those small, to some what would seem insignificant, interactions where all that kept me going forward many days.

I began to tell myself that if I saw him today, I could make it through.  It would prove to me that someone cared, someone took the time to smile.  The days he would not be in his usual spot along the drive, I would feel despondent.  But I needn’t have doubted, by the time I parked my car, I would look down at the road and there he would be.  Without me saying a word, he would look up, smile and wave.

I don’t see him as often now.  I may see him standing outside of Krogers and I stop and speak, sometimes asking if I can by him dinner and giving him some money.  It is such a small thing for what he did for me.  I have thanked him, telling him that his kindness made such a difference in my life and was often the only thing that got me through the day.  He just smiled.

I used to wonder where he had gone, what street he walked down now.  But then I realized that he had completed what he was meant to do for me.  I hope, no I believe, that he has moved on to another life he was meant to intervene in.  One that needed to see and know that someone cared.

So the next time you are driving down the road or walking through the store, take time to make eye contact with others.  Smile, nod.  You don’t know that that small, random act of kindness just may be what keeps them going for that day.  A small thing for you-can be huge for someone else.

For me, I thank God for that little man.  I consider him a gift that God sent to keep me going.  An angel that God sent to let me know that someone does care, that He cares.

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”  Hebrews 13:2

p.s.  I did find out that he was not homeless as I thought.  He actually lives with his sister, so that eased my mind.

The Blue Bicycle

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The Blue Bicycle

I wait patiently

Leaning against the wall

For you to need me

To take you to school, maybe the store

anywhere you want to go

I am here, just waiting

Let’s go

It’s a beautiful day

Fluffy white clouds and a sky so blue

It makes you feel like anything is possible

Photo by:  Angel on My Shoulder Photography, Kim Caldwell

First Place Amateur Division, Riverfest 2015

Taken at Carolina Beach Pier, Wilmington, NC