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4. Marts 2004, 03:39:50
Skyking 
Emne: My Two Suitcases And Fifty Cents
I boarded a bus on a whim,Traveling three thousand mile to meet him.Nothing to call my own,I left behind my family and home.. Two ragged suitcases as I decended the stairs,Fifty cents is all I had left,Otherwise my pockets would've been bare.I traveled far,seen many places,horded my cash tried to fill in the spaces. Never had I been so far from home,All these strange face of people unknown.Looking around as I exit that bus,Looking for this man I had grown to trust.Afraid I wasn't!! no time for that.I had made my choice didn't want to turn back.I knew he would show but if he didn't, I had two ragged suitcases and my fifty cents.Then out of the crowd this tall man did walk,He came up to me ,he began to talk.A smile crossed his face as he took my hand.I knew then he was the kindest man.My desicion to come was well worth the distance.He asked me this question as he carried my two suitcases,ragged and bent...What would you have done if I hadn't shown? I just smiled for this I had known,I had two ragged suitcases and fifty cents..With them I would go, someplace and start fresh,Here I would stay to do my best...I still have my two suitcases batter and worn,The fifty cents I had I have no more.I have no regrets as the days speed by,Together forever just him and I..The tall kind man he stayed the same.We fell in love.With him I will always remained....
By cutiejudy  

4. Marts 2004, 04:37:18
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Re: My Two Suitcases And Fifty Cents
What a beautiful story of perseverence, trust and love!! Thanks for sharing, Skyking :-)

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