The Risktaker

Posted on April 26, 2020 by hdh

The Risktaker

They say that curiosity killed the cat. Well, that should have been true in the case of Corey. Corey was a risktaker. He paid no attention to rules and his own safety. So when he received the package with no label on it, he should have been suspicious, but he wasn’t. 

On opening the package, he found a bottle of pills, a sealed jar of clear blue liquid, and a note that read, “I Dare You. Take 2 pills and drink the liquid. You’ll have the time of your life.” So what did he do? Never one to shy away from a dare. He took two pills, swallowed them, and drank the liquid.

Within seconds everything stopped; He was no longer sitting in his living room but was floating above it and looking down at himself on the couch. The room began to spin and the next thing he knew he was observing himself, only at a different time of his life. He watched himself as a youth. The vision he had was of all the bad choices that he made. He watched as he remembered all of the consequences of those actions. The world kept spinning as each incident of his life passed by. A flood of bad memories.  “Where were the good times?”, he thought. 

The next thing that happened was he found himself back in his living room. That’s when he found the second note. It read, “Take two more” By some magic, the jar of liquid had refilled itself. “This must be for the good times,” he said to himself, so he took the pills again. 

Again everything stopped and he was floating above his room.  Only this time he sped forward in time. Not to look at bad decisions but to look at himself as he grew older.  It was a very short viewing. In each vision, he saw himself taking more and more pills. He could see his body rise over the living room, but only as an observer. He also watched as his body aged. The clock on the wall and the calendar, he could see, showed the days passing. His vision of the future only showed the next week of his life. And when the vision stopped, the lasting image of what he had seen was of an ancient man, barely able to breathe. 

As he awoke on his living room couch, the new note said, “Care for another go?”

Remembering of all the visions he saw, refocussed him. Curiosity may have killed the cat; But for Corey, from this day on, it was not going to kill him. 

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020: V is for Virtual Reality

Posted on April 25, 2020 by hdh

Sometimes I have trouble coming up with ideas. What the letter V stands for in my alphabet book is a perfect example…This entry was published on my blog on November 9, 2019, though the title has changed. It seemed to fit what was needed for the letter V and for my issue with writing today. 

V is for Virtual Reality (sort of)

It was so real. I was told that the virtual reality system would be but never believed that I would be so entranced within it. 

It started as just a simple day in the forest. There I was walking amongst the trees enjoying both the sights and sounds around me. And then she appeared. Standing slightly bent over from age, with long streaked gray hair, hobbling toward me, using a cane for stability. Despite the frail stature, I could see a strong life force within. She stopped and said nothing. 

I tried to engage her in conversation but she remained mute, only pointing to a bare space in the woods. As she ambled in that direction, I followed. We arrived at a square patch of dead ground, fallen leaves hid a wooden door in the ground. She opened the door and I followed her down a set of steps until we arrived at a room filled with pictures. The pictures were of me. Pictures from my youth to the present day. And in each one, she was there hidden behind me, watching over me and following everything I did. 

I tried to ask her who she was, and what all the pictures meant but got no reply; Only her finger-pointing again, directing me to a table and chair. On the table, there was a notebook and a pen. I sat down and opened up the notebook and read its contents. It was all of the writing I had done in my life. My research, my creative thoughts, my memoirs. Everything. And yet the notebook still had lots of pages yet unfilled. 

I looked at her; her eyes glistened as she smiled and said, “I’ll always be with you. Now write.”

My time had run out. The scene before me went blank and I was back in the empty VR room. I paid my fee, went home, sat down at my writing desk knowing that my muse was there and wrote. 

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A to Z Challenge 2020 – U is for Untold Stories

Posted on April 24, 2020 by hdh

U is for Untold Stories

There’s a folktale from India that is called “A Story and A Song”. It tells about a wife that has a story and a song inside her and never shares them with anyone. Feeling trapped inside her, they abandon her and in doing so cause a misunderstanding with her husband, thinking she has been unfaithful. In anger, he leaves her. When he finds out the truth, he comes home, apologizes, and asks her to share the story and song. But, of course, she has no story or song to share for they have left her. Here is a link, if you want to read the story: http://anilmenon.com/blog/a-perfect-tale/

The story got me thinking of all the untold stories that we hold within us. 

I grew up without any grandparents; they had all passed away before I was born. My parents, aunts, and uncles rarely shared any stories with me about their youth or family or what it was like to grow up in Germany as Jews in the 1920s and 30s. When I was 31 years old in 1981 as I was starting to get into storytelling, I decided to record an interview with my mother and father to share with me some stories of their childhood and when they came to America and met each other. Unfortunately, my father had just had a stroke, and getting information from him was difficult. My mother was more helpful, but even so, there were so many more stories that I could have had had I encouraged her a lot earlier. My father died the following year, my mother 16 years later. So much information about my heritage was lost with them. 

We need to share more stories with our children and others. I know for my parents it might have been difficult for them to share considering the time they grew up in; but it would certainly have given me a better understanding of where I came from and the history of the times, more so than I might have gotten from a history text. It is also part of who I am. I was quite pleased the other day when my son had to interview me for a history class he was taking. I hope we do that a lot more often. 

Storytelling was not a staple in my family growing up. I don’t remember being read to. The only memories I have, faulty as they may be, are ones I experienced myself. I sometimes ask my sisters, if they remember certain things we did as kids, but even those specifics are fading. Of course, being a storyteller allows me to embellish those faded memories, which keeps parts of them alive. 

My mission for you, should you accept it, is to release those stories that you hold within. Share them with your children, your family, and others. It is said that a person is truly not dead, whilst his name and story are still spoken. Don’t let your untold stories and the legacy of who you are end with you. 

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020: T is for Teaching

Posted on April 23, 2020 by hdh

 

T is for Teaching

It was early one morning when the radio did blast 

First day of teaching had arrived; I had to move quite fast

For the hour that was mentioned by the broadcaster that day

Said that I would be quite late;  there was no time for me to stay.

The man who spoke was joking saying times which caused me fright

I was rushing when I noticed that my clocks were just not right.

I slowed down what I was doing…Made it to my school to tell 

All the great things that my class would do and then the garbage fell

I had kicked it down while talking, was embarrassed, what a fool

But that is how I started out my great career at school.

 

As years went by I taught a few that challenged me at best

To make me think, and change my ways, to even get me stressed.

I was set up by a student on my first parental call

When he said I mispronounced his name, and I believed it all

As I called his mom to tell her all the things that he had done

She enlightened me, as to her name, it was he, not I, who’d won.

 

There was the mom who called upset, her daughter was quite blue

It seemed someone did break a ring, mom knew not what to do

Asked for advice, I gave her some, made up, gave it a shot

What ‘ere I said, it calmed her down and helped us all a lot.

 

There was the girl who worked so hard to plan our class zoo trip

That was until the day arrived where she did make a slip

She could not walk and didn’t think that she could make it through

Until with mom, I carried her throughout the whole Bronx Zoo

 

And then they’re those that take the blame and those that hide the truth

To find the ones that did it all, I’d have to be a sleuth.

“I didn’t take her pencil!” cried one to clear himself from shame

“Besides I gave it back,” he said, “So I’m not the one to blame.”

And then the girl who scratched the name of some boy on the wall.

Though I knew she did, she never said, until I got the call

At school year’s end, her mother brought her back to me that day

“I was the one, I should have said.” through tears was all she’d say.

 

There were those that wouldn’t speak at all and those who spoke too low

I somehow found a lot of ways for all to make a go.

Again a mother on the phone, “Why do you make them speak!”

“My daughter has grown up like me,” she wailed, “we’re all a bit too meek!”

And yet at moving up day on the following school year.

Who’s daughter was the one who volunteered and spoke to all so clear.

 

Of course, I taught a lot in all the years that I was there

Each year I would try something new and tried to remain fair.

Some years were great with all the work we did and then I’d thrive.

And other ones did not go well, but still, I did survive.

Now looking back through all the years and all the things I’ve done.

I’ve got to say it all worked out, in fact, it sure was fun.

 

 

But things have changed in all our schools. Less freedom than we had.

I’m glad that I left when I did, for now, I would be sad.

“We all must learn the same things now,” is what I hear each day.

And everything there is to learn is taught in the same way.

Where are the days when something new expanded what we know?

And let our kids learn for themselves with time to think and grow.

My hope is that though times have changed, we look at what we’ve wrought.

We fire up those sparks in all just like when we were taught

The world would be a better place, think of all that we could reach

If those who run the schools agreed to give us time to teach.

 

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020 – A Birthday Present (unabridged)

Posted on April 22, 2020 by hdh

A to Z Challenge 2020 –

A Birthday Present

B is for Birthday

It was Barry’s birthday. He was turning 13. He was ready for all the new things he would be allowed to do. But first, there was the birthday party that he knew was coming. His parents tried to hide it from him, but he knew they had something planned. Thirteen is a big milestone. His friends were good at keeping secrets too, so no one let slip a word that there was going to a surprise party. But Barry knew. What else could it be?

It was late in the day, the sun had set, and the street lights had just turned on as he headed home from his friend’s house. As he reached his doorway he could see his house was brightly lit from the inside. He put his key in the lock to get into the house and all of a sudden his house blackened. Every light went off.

“This is it”, he thought, “time to pretend I’m surprised.”

He opened the door and… nothing happened. There was not a sound; there was no movement; there was no one there at all. All he could see was a large illuminated box sitting in the middle of his living room. On examination, he noticed a card taped to the box. It read, “Happy Birthday, Barry.  Enjoy your present. All you need to do is open this box and build.” It was signed, “Love, Us”

Barry was very confused. Where was everyone? What was in the box? He hoped it wasn’t some furniture from IKEA. He never was successful in putting those things together. And who did “Us” include, family, friends, strangers? There was only one way to find out. He opened the box. 

Inside the box were 6 pieces of wood and a door. Four of the pieces slotted together to form the frame for the door. The other two pieces slotted into the bottom of the frame to make it stand up. There was no way to connect the door to the frame, but it looked like it fit perfectly. He lifted the door and put it into place, wondering how he was going to attach it… when there was a flash of light and the door attached itself. 

That was interesting, but he still couldn’t figure out what was the big deal in assembling a door. That was until he opened the door. 

He assumed that he was going to see the other side of the room. What he saw was a field of luminescent green grass. In the distance, he could see a forest. Not being the shy type, Barry stepped through the doorway to examine what was there. As soon as he stepped through, the door closed and disappeared. He was now in the middle of the field. 

to be continued in F is for Follow

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A to Z Challenge 2020: S is for Surprise

Posted on April 22, 2020 by hdh

This is a continuation of B is for Birthday. It was followed by F is for Follow, H is for Hunted, K is for King, M is for Mistake, Q is for Queen, and R is for Rescue. You may want to read them first if you haven’t already. 

S is for Surprise

As a bolt of light shot towards Barry, so did a flash of something moving in front of him. It was the cat. The spell hit the cat and its forward momentum carried it out of sight of the magician. Barry also reacted quickly, he dropped to the floor in front of the king. Where the cat was asleep, Barry was not, though he pretended to be so. 

The queen was horrified. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. There was nothing she could do. 

Hyde smiled an evil grin and glared at the king. “As I said,” he announced, “the kingdom is mine. Once I dispose of you and take control, all will have to bow to me!”

The king wanted to sound strong and confident, but his voice faltered. “You won’t succeed. Help will come and no one will follow you.”

“But that’s where you are wrong. I don’t see any guards here to help you, besides that foolish one that I already took care of.” Hyde replied, “The queen has already agreed to support me in my claim. And we all know no one will fight against the queen.”

The queen stood there frozen and helpless. Everything she had hoped for was for naught. She wanted to cry, but kept up her calm demeanor. 

What happened next surprised them all.

 The magician raised his hand and spoke out loud the words of the trance spell; the one that would entrap the king forever. As he threw his hand forward a bolt of light shot out from his fingertips and headed straight for the king. It was then that Barry stood up and placed his golden shield in front of himself and the king. 

The light hit the shield and reflected back in the direction it had come from hitting the magician directly where he stood. The instant it hit, Hyde’s face froze where it was, his eyes glazed over, and he toppled to the floor. Barry sat down on the floor in front of the king, emotionally exhausted, as the queen rushed to the king and held him in a strong embrace. 

It wasn’t long before word got back from the king’s guard that Hyde’s forces had been vanquished and all the captives were found and returned home unharmed. It seemed that the only casualty was the cat. For try, as they might no one was able to wake her up. The king swore to all, that he’d search for as long as it took to find an antidote to the magician’s spell. 

A great banquet was held honoring the success of the event and of Barry’s part in it all. All were invited. The king had one last thing to present to Barry. He asked Barry to step into the corridor outside the banquet hall to retrieve it. 

Barry was overwhelmed by all that had occurred in Selat. He opened the door, turned and looked at the King and Queen, his friends the fox, hedgehog, mole, and Rory. He lamented the loss of the cat and the sacrifice it had made to save him. He backed out into the corridor and as he turned around all went dark and silent.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, the room was illuminated and Barry heard a group of voices shout, “SURPRISE!”

He found himself inside the doorway to his house. There in front of him were his parents and friends. He quickly turned around and looked behind him but only saw the open door of his house leading to his front yard. As he turned back he was greeted by pats on the back and streamers from all in attendance. Barry was speechless.

Confused, he tried to explain what had just occurred, but no one would believe him. They thought he was just making it up to avoid admitting that he was surprised about the party. Was he making it up? Everything that had occurred seemed so real. Maybe he had just been daydreaming. It had been a long day. 

The rest of the party was just a blur. At the end, when everyone left, he was sitting on the living room couch and trying to take it all in when his father entered the room. 

“This was just left at the front door.” his father said. “It’s addressed to you. And happy birthday again, son. I hope you enjoyed the surprise party.”

His father handed him a rectangular wrapped box. The box had some small holes in it and a card was attached to the front. Barry opened the card and read it. It read, ‘Happy birthday, Barry. Enjoy your present, and thanks.” It was signed, “Love, Us.” Barry undid the wrapping and slowly opened up the box. A yellow cat jumped out of the box onto Barry’s lap, winked at him and then took a nap. 

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020: R is for Rescue

Posted on April 21, 2020 by hdh

This is a continuation of B is for Birthday. It was followed by F is for Follow, H is for Hunted, K is for King, M is for Mistake, and Q is for Queen. You may want to read them first if you haven’t already. 

R is for Rescue  

It didn’t take Barry long to figure out who the queen’s guard, Rory, was. He waited for the proper moment when both he and the guard were alone and Barry spoke to him. “I have a message from the Queen.” 

“What Queen? Get back to work!” The guard grabbed Barry by his arm roughly. “We don’t listen to slaves!”

Before the guard could say anything more, Barry pulled out the silken handkerchief and showed it to the guard saying, “Your name is Rory.” There was an immediate change in the guard’s countenance, though he continued holding Barry, as he leaned a bit closer to Barry’s ear. 

“Not here,” Rory whispered, “I’ll find a time to talk, later.” Then out loud he ordered, “Now get moving, back to work!”

And that was where he went. Working involved a lot of digging. It seemed that an underground tunnel was being created. As luck would have it Barry found someone he knew, who had also been captured, the fox. 

Barry told the fox exactly what had happened since the fox had left him in the forest. The fox, in turn, told Barry his story; how he had led the guard deeper into the forest before his leg gave out and was captured. Since the guard didn’t know about Barry, the fox was the only one taken back to Hyde, whereupon he was thrown in with the rest of the slaves. Luckily for the fox, one of the guards took pity on him and bandaged up his leg. The leg had improved.

As it turned out, the guard who helped the fox, was the same one the queen had sent Barry to contact. The fox introduced Barry to some of the other animals in captivity, the hedgehog, a yellow cat, and a mole. What they figured out, was that the Hyde was building a tunnel to the palace with the intent of either capturing or killing the king so that the magician could take over the kingdom. This was all confirmed when Barry finally got to talk to Rory. 

“The queen had been working hard at finding out the specifics of Hyde’s plan. She now knows that he plans to put a spell on the king which will put the king into a trance, that can only be broken by the magician himself.  Once done, with the queen’s help, he will take the throne,” Rory explained. “Her hope is that in digging the tunnel, you and possibly some of the animals can create a hidden side tunnel that can get you into the palace before Hyde and warn the king.”

While the fox, mole, hedgehog, and cat were working on the side tunnel, Barry was kept guard at its entrance with his knife, luckily no one found them. Meanwhile, the queen was busy searching out all of Hyde’s books of spells. She looked carefully for spells that could be used to entrap the king. When she believed she found the right one, she sent word to Barry through Rory and set her plan in motion. 

When the tunnels were complete, both Barry and the cat, were to escape through the side tunnel and into the palace; the cat, to warn the king and Barry to the Royal Armory to get suited up as a knight so that Hyde wouldn’t recognize him. Barry was to make sure he took the golden shield with him from the armory. Meanwhile, when Hyde entered the tunnel with the queen, Rory was to allow the captives to escape into the woods and run away from the palace. Rory would lead the rest of Hyde’s guards on a chase that would lead them toward the palace.

All seemed to go as planned. The king had all of his guards out of the palace ready for Hyde’s men. Barry was all suited up and standing next to the king in the throne room as Hyde and the Queen walked into the room and stood before the throne.

Hyde pushed the queen aside and claimed, “This Kingdom is mine!” He uttered words of a sleeping spell and cast it at the knight.”

“NO!” yelled the queen.

to be concluded in S is for Surprise

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A to Z Challenge 2020: Q is for Queen

Posted on April 20, 2020 by hdh

This is a continuation of B is for Birthday. It was followed by F is for Follow, H is for Hunted, K is for King, and M is for Mistake. You may want to read them first if you haven’t already. 

The guard left to find the magician. Barry wanted to run away but was too scared to move. The queen, however, moved quickly. She moved close to Barry and said, “Quickly, we don’t have much time. What news from the king?”

Barry didn’t know what to think. Was this some ruse she was using to get information for Hyde or was she really concerned about the king?”

“Why should I answer you?” was his reply, “You’re about to make me a slave.”

The queen’s demeanor changed. Her face showed more concern now than conceit and power. “I did what I did to give us time to talk in isolation and see if there is a way out of this mess.”

“But you were bossing the guard around. You’re one of them. You’re working with Hyde. I thought you were supposed to be captured and a slave.”

“What good would that have been, if I had been captured? The king wouldn’t listen to me about the Hyde. I knew the only way to get him to take me seriously was for me to disappear and let him think that Hyde had captured me. I knew that if I were indeed captured by Hyde, I would have no way to help those enslaved. So I decided to make it known to the proper individuals that I had had it with the king and was looking to partner up with the magician in his plans to take over the kingdom.”

“But how did you ever find Hyde to make that offer?” Barry asked. 

“As I said,” the queen continued, “I knew who I could trust and who would get my intent to Hyde. Now tell me, time is running out, what are the king’s plans?”

Barry took a deep breath, decided to believe the queen, at least for the moment, and in a wavering voice said, “He has none. He has sent me here to save everyone.”

“He WHAT!” remembering then to lower her voice. “You’re just a boy… Well, it’s too late to send you back for help, so we’ll have to come up with another plan.” 

“I could run away and you could say I escaped.” 

The queen thought about it, but then said, “No. That would just warn him that his hideout is known. What you have to do is become a slave. When Hyde comes, tell him that you just got lost in the woods, that’s how he captures most of the others. And give me your flashlight. The king’s insignia is on it, which would give away who you are.”

Barry handed over the flashlight, which the queen quickly disposed of. “Then what?”

“There is one guarding the captives, named Rory,  that I trust. He works for me and keeps me informed. You will identify yourself to him. Give him this.” The queen handed Barry a silken handkerchief that she had pulled from her dress and described who he supposed was to look for. “He will know that you speak the truth and will be able to keep the lines of communication open between us. Tell him that I will let him know when the time is right to execute our plan. We better hope that it works.”

“But what is the plan?”

Barry never got a chance to find out, for in walked a tall, lanky man. He had long dark hair, dark eyes and an evil sneer on his face. “WHO IS THIS CHILD?” he demanded.

“He appears to be a lost child, who wandered here from the forest,” the queen replied.

“Why don’t I recognize him,” questioned the mage, “Where are you from boy?”

Too much was happening at once; Barry was really frightened now. He stammered, “I..I…I come from a..a… foreign land, sir. I’m just trying to find my way back home.”

Hyde stared deeply into Barry’s eyes. He could read the fear that was coursing through the boy. It pleased him. “Good. I’ve got news for you, boy. You’ve found your new home. It’s right here with us.” 

Hyde turned to the guard and ordered, “You know what to do with him. Put him down with the others, it’s time for him to earn his keep.”

Hyde turned and left with the queen following. The guard grabbed Barry roughly by the shoulder and dragged him back up the cave path to the fork and down the other path into a damp, musty cavern covered with stalagmites and stalactites. Around him were men, women, children, and animals of all sorts. They all stared at him with saddened faces. Just another poor soul to be added to their group. 

Barry was handed over to another guard, who quickly put him to work. Barry was surprised that in all the time he had been there in the cave, no one ever checked him over to see if had a weapon. The knife the king had given him, was still sheathed beneath his pant leg.

 

to be continued in R is for Rescue

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The Path Not Taken

Posted on April 18, 2020 by hdh

The Path Not Taken

It was a long uninspiring walk. At least that was what it was supposed to be. When I entered the woods, the plan was to walk along the path until I reached its end, which was a park, turn around and hike back. The round trip should have been about 3 miles and taken me about an hour to accomplish.

What I hadn’t counted on was the tree falling to block my way about halfway up the trail. It missed hitting me by about three feet. It was not quite the amount of walking I wanted to do today. I didn’t want it to end now so I decided to go off path. Big mistake. 

Did you ever notice that the reason they make paths the way they do is to make sure you avoid certain things that are not on them? 

Let’s start with plants, besides the vines that I tripped over numerous times, leaving I’m sure multiple contusions on my legs, there are the patches of shiny red leafed plants that I kept rubbing against. For some reason, I’m starting to itch. 

Then there are the animals. The buzzing ones that seem to think that I am nectar for their diet, again leaving me with multiple spots that itch. The web building ones that seem to be sticking to me every time I pass a low hanging vine, and the flying ones, that appear to be using me for target practice, not that they didn’t try while I was on the path also. 

Clearly this off the beaten path is also used by hunters.  Gladly, they were not very good shots, as some arrows whizzing through the air just managed to miss me. 

Having finally made it around the base of the fallen tree, logic dictated that I follow the same tree on the other side until I reached the path again. But when you’re covered in welts and rashes, dodging bird poop and arrows, logic does not play a part in your thinking. I sure wish I had brought my cell phone with me, but with my luck, there would not have been any service. 

 

I could go on with my adventure, but the rest of my walk became sort of a blur. I do remember finally finding the end of the trail some 6 hours later and being picked up and flown in a helicopter to where I am now at Southside General. 

The doctors say I should be okay in about a week, once the antibiotics kick in and the stitches are removed; Just in time for me to get some fresh air and exercise again.  

I mean, that seems logical, right?

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020: P is for Prepare

Posted on April 18, 2020 by hdh

P is for Prepare

P is for prepare, for that is what they say

To make sure that you’re ready on each and every day

To sit back and do nothing, can only cause you harm

Because if you’re not ready, you will end up far from calm

Today, the world is shattered by this virus that has spread

And you’re trapped at home defenseless on a meager crust of bread

Had you thought before it happened so your larder could be stocked

You would have good food aplenty when this nasty virus knocked

 

Now you’re stuck at home and worried, anxious and you’re full of fear.

And the ones you want to help you are told not to be so near.

But they try their best to give you aid, with worries of their own

For they hate to see you helpless; they’ll make sure you’re not alone.

 

Keep your distance and be thankful for the ones that show they care

With their courage and their values and the time they choose to share

We will find a better world I hope when this battle ends its run

And the virus leaves us all alone and all is said and done

 

So be prepared from now on and make sure you listen well

To all the public warnings and advice that experts tell

Make sure you’re facts are verified and only follow through

To what is best for others and still keeps a better you.

 

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