“Hello Child, do you know where you are?”
I was looking into the face of this most beautiful…man, woman, child—I cannot say exactly who or what it was because it was all these things. It was glorious, loving, and warm. I feel its love. I can tell this person anything.
“You can call me ‘The Warmth,’ if you want to,” it said. Continue reading “The Postscript”
It was a cold winter’s Christmas Eve night in Abilene, Texas. I was eleven or twelve years old, and there was something I wanted very badly for Christmas. I had told Santa, my parents, and anyone who would listen, what I most wanted—a pair of walkie-talkies! Honestly, I can’t remember ever wanting anything more as a child than walkie-talkies. I could just envision myself holding the little-transistorized boxes with the long metal whip-like antennas and talking to all my friends. Well, not all my friends—only those like me who had the walkie-talkies! In my mind, the first thing I would do is run across the street and knock on Jimmy Grant’s door. He wanted them too– and we’d both walk down the street talking to each other and ask, “Hey, is anybody out there listening Continue reading “Hello, is anyone listening?”