tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42231560233226676512024-02-08T06:49:54.048-08:00My adventures on four legsTruth and Fiction from my crazy mindJules Harleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06197283934410044750noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223156023322667651.post-24102717724580768102013-07-29T15:19:00.000-07:002013-07-29T15:19:23.863-07:00A letter to my 16 year old self (autobiography)<br />
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Dear Julie</div>
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My name is Jules. You don't know me yet
but I've known you for a very long time.</div>
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It's been a difficult time for you and
there's more to come. I'm writing this so that you know one extremely
important fact. Whatever life throws at you, I am the absolute proof
that you will get through it.
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1993 I remember it well, so many
changes and some real mile stones. Leaving school and turning our
back on the bullying once and for all. Well nearly all anyway, a
sexist boss and an angry co-worker means that there may be the odd
bullying tactic to look forward to, but no more chewing gum in hair
or being force fed spiders. You and most the people around you are
finally adults. In just a few months our parents will get a buyer for
the family home, sell up and move out. Right now your plan is to go
with them to live in Wales but you're about to be offered your very
first full time job and meet your very first real loving boyfriend.
At this vulnerable time when you feel that one part of your family is
abandoning you, look to a different family member for support, love
and shelter. You're about to get to know your brother in a way you
never expected. He's not just the boy who karate chopped us if we got
in their way, or who would crash our Mr Men computer game so he could
play his Never ending story game. It turns out he's actually a really
wonderful guy and he will love you so so much.</div>
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It's hard to write to much without
giving you spoilers. It is best to live life without boundaries and
make your own mistakes and discoveries then to know what's coming and
live in fear or anticipation.
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I can give you a few hints though.</div>
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Animals. It's no secret how much we
like our four legged furries. We begged our parents for a month
before we got Gizmo our first hamster. It took a year of pleading
before our cats Shantih and Charity came along. Luckily our brother
shares our love for all things feline and it's only a matter of weeks
before a very special kitty enters your life. They'll be a couple
more along the line. You have a few assorted rodents to look forward
to but the animal that's going to climb in to your heart leaving hoof
prints on the way, is your favouritist of them all. Horses are going
to feature in your life in a very big way. No more wishing on stars.
There's going to be more then one set of hooves loving you.
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But it's not all kittens and ponies.
Things are going to get hard. There will be some terrifying moments
when you feel you may lose control on reality. When your tendency for
extreme mood swings will really come to light. My advice to you is to
breath. Breath in and out and trust yourself. The hardest thing
you'll ever do will be to ask for help. But if you do, the fear and
panic will be shared and halved.</div>
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Live your life Jules and remember it's
about learning and enjoyment.
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Keep breathing and love life</div>
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Yours forever</div>
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Jules x</div>
Jules Harleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06197283934410044750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223156023322667651.post-52229307538774612482013-07-02T13:24:00.003-07:002013-07-02T13:24:49.764-07:00What Makes a Hero by Jules Harley
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"So who was it that
found me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He scanned the room
quickly. There was one elderly adult. 2 children. The older one not
quite a teenager. And a stranger he'd met on a few occasions., They
were in a sparsely furnished room, with curtains closed against the
sunlight, making this a very dark and dingy place to be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Who sent for me?"
His question was more forceful this time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The younger child pointed
at the other man.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"We asked him."
The little boy kept his thumb in his mouth even when speaking. "Can
you help granny?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"What and he sent
for me?" He lowered his shades that he really didn't need to be
wearing in this dark room, and faced the gentleman. "Should have
known it would be you. You really don't get this hiding malarkey do
you? One government agent finds out about me and I'm gone. Like all
the others." </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The stranger bowed his
head and took a step back but didn't say anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Mr sunglasses turned to
the boy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"So now that I'm
here, what's wrong with granny?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The other child answered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"She's scared."
She said. "She's scared of everything and won't leave the house.
Please mister, can you help us?"<br /> The man turned to the
elderly lady and took the glasses off. He stared intensely and
wrinkled his brow in concentration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He turned to the girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yes," He said,
"I can help her. But you must never tell that you've seen me. In
the eyes of the government they mustn't know I was ever here. It
would be dangerous for all of us if they found out."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He walked over to the
older women who was sitting legs crossed on the floor, rocking back
and fourth, humming with her head in her hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man stopped in front
of her and offered a kind and quiet greeting. He leant forward and
gently took her hand in his and shut his eyes. He appeared to be
mumbling under his breath. Screwing his eyes in concentration and
muttering. Then as quick as he'd begun, he dropped her hand and
stepped back looking a little dazed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"It's done." He
said looking at the children. "And while I was at it, he won't
be scared of the dark any more and you might even like mice from now
on."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Thank you mister!"
The girl said with her arms round her little brother. "Thank
you!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man gave his first
genuine smile and turned away from the family, he kept his eye on the
stranger as he walked away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And then the world
exploded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Men in black suits
appeared everywhere, surrounding the man and the family. Only the
other man, the outsider stayed in the back ground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Someone with a loud
speaker started shouting. Barking orders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Everyone get down.
And you," He pointed to our hero, "Don't move. We're taking
you in. It's for your own good and safety. Now do not move!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man held his hands in
the air, his shades hanging from one of them and turned to the man
with the loud speaker as he seemed to be the one in charge of the
mission. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"For my protection
you say. MY protection. I have helped these people and many others.
How did you find me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The soldier didn't answer
but his eyes flickered towards the stranger. The man saw.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Damien of course.
You were my friend and ally back in the day and now this! You betray
me!" </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"You're all freaks!"
Damien replied. "Freaks the lot of you, with your stupid talents
and abilities."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man started to walk
towards Damien and the loud speaker came to life again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Do not move. Stop
now or we will stop you!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Someone stepped forwards
with a tazer and looked ready to use it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Great! Now that
I've been officially threatened there's no reason why I can't do
this."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He shut his eyes, all
screwed up tight and began mumbling to himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Damien looked worried..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"No! No! Don't do
that! Stop with the face and the muttering! Come on!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When the man's eyes opened
there was a different sight before him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Men rolling on the floor
screaming and scratching at themselves, convinced there were millions
of tiny spiders all over them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Men curled up on the
floor. They couldn't stand up as they had a sudden and irrational
fear of heights. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Three men were huddled
together. Hanging on to each other as they had desperately didn't
want to be alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man turned to his
lost friend last of all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"You never did know
what happened to the fears once I'd soaked them up. Well here they
are, every single one of them. And I've saved the best for you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Damien sat cross legged
on the floor. Rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Enjoy your personal
hell!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">With that he upped and
left the chaotic scene behind him. Still free to walk the earth and
help people when he could.</span></div>
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Jules Harleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06197283934410044750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223156023322667651.post-72164552841103640242013-07-02T13:20:00.001-07:002013-07-02T13:20:21.760-07:00The Not So Coffee Shop by Jules Harley
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
name is Miriam and on the 12th of May this year my life changed. At
the time I thought it a change for the worst but on reflection, it's
not been a bad few months.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">On May 11th I came home
to an odd phone message. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'Your husband is cheating
on you! Every time you've been with him, he's been thinking of me.
I'm Tanya and your husbands a cheater. I found him cheating on me, so
that's like double cheating on you!' And the message went on in that
vain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I was shocked but to be
honest, that did make sense. All the little things that didn't add
up. I got in touch with Tanya (who was actually a really sweet girl)
and on May 12th I walked away from my marriage of four years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I bunked with a very good
friend of mine. Lisa. She had a one bedroom apartment near the
seafront. I was given the couch which was lumpy but not too awful.
Unfortunately not a bed settee though. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The other thing I had to
do was get a job. My ex was a wealthy man and had his own company.
I'd never had to work before but until the divorce went through, well
I was going to need some money! I had no experience of pretty much
anything so Lisa suggested I try shop work and directed me to a long
main shopping street to try my luck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I walked along the street
first to see what was there. Mostly clothe and shoe shops, nothing
truly inspiring but near to the end of the street I saw a new shop. A
new coffee shop to be precise. It hadn't opened yet but the finishing
touches were being done right there and then.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">A young lady with the
most reddest of hair was laughing out the front, standing hand in
hand with an older man who had silver hair and a silver beard to
match. She was practically dancing, a huge smile on her face. I
watched for a minute then walked in through the open door and up to
the main counter. This looked like a place I would like to work at. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I greeted the man
crouched on the other side. Turned out he was the electrician but he
pointed me in the direction of the new owners of this venture. Yeps,
Misses red hair and her bearded fellow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I popped back out and
introduced myself. The shop was opening for customers for the first
time tomorrow. They had no jobs going but they would get in touch if
anything came up. Somehow I changed their minds and convinced them to
hire me for 3 days and if they didn't make enough from the opening,
then I would remain unpaid and leave. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The nervousness. The
excitement. This was one of the best days of my life. I was going to
be a waitress at a coffee shop! Lisa laughed, but shared my
anticipation, </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The following day I was
there nice and early. My new bosses talked me through the drink
making, the cake selecting and the till. By 9am that day the three of
us stood behind the counter, tidy and happy just waiting for the
customers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And we didn't have to
wait long! The day was frantic, busy and gloriously stressful. I was
most certainly going to get paid tonight!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The following day the
same and I knew then that this job was going to outlast three days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">By the end of the week we
had a second staff member. Nicky our waiter. Another week and another
waitress Sammy. And we were still run off our feet!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">One day Red and Beardy
had shut and locked the front door and we all sat round a table out
the back eating some of the near stale cakes and sharing stories of
the experiences we'd had since the shop had open. I don't know how we
got onto the subject but one by one we suddenly realised a very
strange thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Since the coffee shop had
opened we hadn't sold a single cup of coffee. In fact it was more
then that. None of us had made anyone a cup of Tea either.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We'd sold milkshakes,
smoothies, fresh fruit and vege drinks the usual range of carbonated
beverages and even a few non-alcoholic cocktails. And we had sold
several hot drinks too, just not Tea or coffee. Various versions of
Hot chocolate, some cup-a-soups and there was even one guy who comes
in for a Horlicks. But non of us, not one, not the owners, not Nicky,
not Sammy and not me, not one of us had made a single cup of coffee
or tea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We mused about this that
night and had a bit of a giggle. Then went home that evening and was
back to work in the morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Everything carried on as
normal for the next three weeks and then something very strange
happened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It was a terribly wet day
and our indoor tables were filling up rather quickly. Umbrellas
dripping by the tables and cake selling like, well hot cakes! A
gentleman walked in looking particularly wet and windswept. He came
up to the counter, rain water draining from his balding head. He was
out of breath and quite shivery. He paused for a moment and returned
mine and Sammy’s smiles. Then he spoke and I will never forget
those words for as long as I live.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"It's a chilly day
out there for sure," He said, "I would love a cup of coffee
please. Black, two sugars." Then he smiled at us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I looked at Sammy and
Sammy looked at me. We then excused ourselves in a hurry and found
Nicky out back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Nicky! He wants
coffee! Someone wants coffee! What shall we do?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And that was our problem.
None of us could remember how to make a tea or a coffee! We discussed
it at speed and then decided we better phone our bosses and admit the
problem. Nicky dialled and held the receiver out so we could all hear
and be heard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But can you believe it?
They couldn't remember how to make it either! The shop was in it's
second month and we still hadn't had a request for coffee until now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We decided we would face
the man together. A united front.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man smiled at me and
I smiled back. I picked up a cup and I walked to the counter. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"I am so sorry but
I'm afraid we are all out of coffee." I beamed at him sending
many happy vibes his way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man frowned and
touched his chin thoughtfully.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"OK, no matter,"
He replied, "I'll have a tea then please."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We all exchanged looks
and this time Sammy stepped forwards.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"We are really,
really sorry but we are all out of tea as well." </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man looked
astonished.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"But your a coffee
shop?" He questioned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"We could make you a
hot chocolate if you'd like?" I gulped as I said this. I felt so
bad that we weren't able to serve him like he'd like.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"I really don't like
chocolate." The man spoke quietly. He straightened his coat and
prepared to go out into the rain once again but without his thirst
quenched.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">That was when Nicky had a
fantastic idea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"WAIT!" he
shouted to the man and shot off out back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He returned a moment
later with a small cake occupied plate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Here" He
offered the plate to the man, "Freshly baked Coffee cake. Taken
out the oven just minutes ago and still hot enough to warm your
insides."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The man took the plate
greedily and grinned at us all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">In fact he enjoyed it so
much that he comes in every week now, come rain or shine just for a
slice of coffee cake.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And that was the one and
only time we have ever been asked for tea or coffee! I have however
had a few more requests for a Horlicks!</span></div>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today I can really feel the heat. Usually I spend 3 days and 2 nights crossing the desert. The sand boils during the day and the night cools my fur. But today I am hot. In fact I am sweating. I haven't gotten a sweat in years and I've been taking this route regularly for longer then I remember.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Right now we are in the middle of the Arabian desert. 2 days from home and 1 more to go before we are across this fiery land. I put one hoof in front of the other and try to concentrate on my breathing to keep me going. I feel almost dizzy. The sun stings my eyes and spots of sand stick to my nostrils. To stop the sand getting everywhere I can normally shut my nose up but my body doesn't seem to be listening to me at the moment. My breath is heavy and I am so happy to realise we are nearly at our rest station. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">The humans on our train are good people. They care for us well. While they may not have water for us while we are working, they always treat us to a bucket of greens each night. The herbage tastes wonderful and we all agree that it is worth doing this job just for the promise of them every night. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">I stumble. Maybe it is because I am thinking about food, although I really don't feel that hungry. Within seconds there are 2 men at my side. They stop the train and touch my face and flank while shouting out to each other. I don't know what they are saying as I never have learned the language. Now they walk us on as the sun is setting. The man are walking with me and talking again. This time it is soothing and encouraging tones and I really appreciate the company. It is not long until we reach the rest stop, but it has felt like an eternity.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">The usual hubble of noise and activity commences. I stay still. Not trusting my suddenly wobbly legs any more. The men stay with me. A lady joins us and they try to put something in my mouth but it smells foul and I resist. I feel bad. I don't want any more bad things near me, thank you very much! </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">I notice it is suddenly dark, but I am still hot. The blackness usually brings cool relief from a hot day but not this time. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">I go down on my knees and the humans around me help me lay properly. They even cover me with a piece of raggedy material that feels comforting.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">I don't understand these feelings. I need to sleep now and when I wake up I will feel back to normal again and ready for the last day of our journey. I look up at the stars and wish for the pain to go away. I need to sleep now.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The end</b></span></div>Jules Harleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06197283934410044750noreply@blogger.com0