I haven’t been around for a while as my life has taken several twists and turns, nothing bad, but time consuming and I have missed my friends. I will try and keep up, thank you for being patient. Thanks to Rochelle for never missing a beat and to Stephen Baum for the photo this week.
Copyright Stephen Baum
Word Count: 100
Throwing the Switch
Martha looked pale and small in the hospital bed. Was she breathing? Harold held her hand; the realisation of his need for her overwhelmed him. It seemed she had always been with him, even before they met. Before the dream became a reality.
As the nursing team carried out their checks, he paced the room, willing her to stay, to come back to him.
‘She’s resting, Mr Jackson, do you want anything?’
I want to stay with her forever
‘No, thank you.’
Martha slowly opened her eyes.
Her voice threw the switch and Harold’s smile lit up the room.
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This is the view from the window of our hotel in Las Vegas. We were here last 25 years ago, my husband had heard so much about the changes that had taken place during that time that he has spent ages planning a return trip.
Well, the city has certainly changed and grown since we saw it last, but apart from the dazzling lights and razzmatazz of The Strip there’s a lot of buzz here about the forthcoming election.
The buzz we have got has mostly been from taxi drivers who are very keen to tell us how they feel.
One summed up what most of them had told us, “the politicians all shaft the working man, so best vote for the one who will shaft us the least.” (He said his vote was for Obama).
I laughed with him at what he told us, but reflected that I could have been talking with a taxi driver back home, or anywhere else in the world for that matter. The sentiment would have been the same.
I will watch the results with interest and be thinking of Joe the taxi driver, he will be working but listening to his radio.
Hope is a very powerful thing. Without it, life for some is almost not worth living. I have been very lucky to have been able to travel a great deal, quite often on business but mainly for pleasure. Each time I have visited New York, if I have had time, I have joined one of the many boat trips that take tourists out to see Ellis Island and an up-close look at the Statue of Liberty.
Each time I see Liberty standing guard as she appears to do, I think of the many millions of people, weary and scared as they neared the end of their long journey, seeing her for the first time. Some refugees, fleeing from persecution; some emigrants, escaping extreme poverty and hardship and I think of the hope she must have given them, as they sought a new life for themselves and their families.