Author has written 11 stories for 07-Ghost, D.Gray-Man, Vampire Knight, Dolls/ドールズ, Pandora Hearts, Switch/スイッチ, Naruto, Durarara!!/デュラララ!!, and Vampire Academy.
So! Here's an updated profile! GUESS WHAT!! I'm learning Japanese, which is a big yay for me. Okay, all the stories I have...will be updated!! That's a promise. I couldn't update the summer before school started this year cause!! The computer I use is A) ANCIENT!!! and B) The laptop we also have decided to commit suicide crashing every time I tried to upload an update!! PLUS I've upgraded recently...I now officially have a deviantART account. Sadly nothing I've drawn is uploaded cause reason B) as previously stated...hates me!! IT FRAKING HATES ME!!! It deleted my drawings and screwed up my other scanned stuff. Or it's hiding from me... I do though have one picture uploaded in my scrapbook it's from the NDK (Denver Anime Con) that I went to for the second year in the row.
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' th em peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked..
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy..
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help m e.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.
When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller.. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about...
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size...they came to pay their debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined
The Moral :
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles
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