Week To Live )POST ON EXAM)

The diagnosis came in last night. I have a terminal illness that is going to give me only one week to live. 7 days.168 Hours. Wow that really puts everything into perspective. Some people would say they want to travel to places they never got to go to, some say they want to go back to there favorite places when they grew up, but me I just want to live my life like i have been. Its been the best of times and I just want to stay with the same routine. I want to go to work and then come home to my wife's best meal and my kids screaming for help with homework. But what I do need to do is get my kids and wife set financially. So what i think im going to do is talk to my boss about a bonus. If i get a nice bonus that could help them until she finds a job. So i go to my boss the next day about a bonus and he said "You know what Chris, Youve been our best manager yet, i think i can do that" and wrote a check for $65,000! "Wow.. Thank you Mr. Collins, thank you so much." "No problem Chris, its been a pleasure having you with us." He said, then I went to the bank and deposited it. After that i went home and talked to my wife to tell her about the news. She was happy and for the first time in a while she had a faint smile, but the reason behind the money quickly broke her down again. Since the news i hadent cried, eeveryone else had but me. But right there, standing in that kitchen a tear fell from my eye, then another followed and the flood gates opened. The news hadnt set in yet. Ithink because its me i hadnt realized the full situation yet. I started to see flashbacks of when my kids were born,when we got married, when I graduated from high school and college. Everything. Now im one week away from it all being gone. I spent the next couple of days with my kids, teaching them things about life and on how to raise a family. Telling them that everything will be okay one dad is gone and that they have to be strong and take care of there mother. All stuff that they want to hear but i know isnt true. The older, CJ, will be a good leader and help his mother. Hell hell help raise his little brother Andrew as well. On the 5th day i felt really sick and got admitted into the hospital. Shortly after I passed away. But that what i did in my last week, lived like everything was normal. Its what makes me the happiest.

5 Tweets (8-28-14)

1st Tweet: So about 3 hours ago my dog, lucky the labrador, ran away. Last time he did he ended up in the kennel. Then i had to pay $300 to get him out.


2nd Tweet: Now im walking around my neighberhood trying to look for him. Icant find him anywhere and i got a bad feeling about it this time :( : (

3rd Tweet: So I think i see him down the street!! Hopefully when i ca;; him after him, hell come back to me.. Dammit, the jones' stupid poodle scared him away!

4th Tweet: I  See him again!! im running this time and right now hes sitting still..uh oh... lucky just got hit by a red truck that was going really fast : ' (

5th Tweet: Dang this is so sad. Oh my god. My dog, Lucky the labrador, since i was five, just got hit by a truck and blew his brains out. #RIPLucky #Sad

Two Old Men

"pretty nice day isn't it Frank?". "it sure is Henry, it sure is." Frank replied. "So, how's the old lady? She still ranting about every little thing?" Henry asked with a slight chuckle. Answering with a sigh, Frank says "She's not doing so well now a days Henry, her eye sight is going and her hearing is right behind it. Some days I wonder and worry about her. Her health seems to be going quick, and her memory even quicker. How about you Huh? How's Chelsea dealing with the back surgery?" "oh she's doing better. She traded in the wheelchair for a walker now. She's recuperating faster then expected and that sure is a blessing. Her physical health is good but I'm not so sure ok where her minds at. Seems like every day she's gets sadder and sadder since our son Joe passed away in that car accident." Henry stated. "I'm sorry for your loss pal.. Such a tragedy. I couldn't even imagine losing Thomas or any of my girls, Must be really hard. How are you holding up?" "ah I'm doing okay, it's been about a year so the pain is still fresh. Ya know I think it'll always be fresh. As soon as the wound heals, I think about it and my soul bleeds and cries again. He was my only child, my only son. Nothing can replace him. Nothing. " Henry says. The two men sit there for a little while, looking at the crowds walking by, people watching. "Nice park isn't it?" Henry asks. "Yeah, looks like our tax dollars went to a good cause after all. Say, don't you think we should bring our wives out here one day? Maybe have ourselves a little picnic of some sort" Frank Suggests. "Ehhh maybe, I'll have to talk to the misses and get her thoughts on it." Henry tells him. "Oh sure sure, of course. I just thought it would be nice for everyone to be together again. We haven't all seen each other since the...uhhh..resting home." "the wake. I know since Joes wake. "Henry says. A ball rolls over from a group of kids playing catch. It rolls into Franks foot and he hits it with his Cain back to the kids. One of them calls out "Thank you mister!" And Frank just waves his hand back. "Ya know I'm kind of tired. I just want to go to sleep." Frank says. "Oh I know what Ya mean friend, I'm always itching for a nap." Henry replies. "Well Henry, I guess I'll see you next Sunday, same place?" "Of course Pal, I'll be here, give the misses my love" "Will do Henry, same to Chelsea" and the two men part ways and head home. 

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

In my 53 years of living, ive always wanted to ask you for a special present. Ever since i was a little girl ive wanted a pretty girl doll. But I never asked cause my parents always told me if you ask for toys from Santa, you wont get them and hell be mad at you. So after being told that i started to only ask for clothes. And thats all i got were clothes. After being told that Santa is fake and the easter bunny isnt real, i gave up on asking for a doll because I knew it was because my parents didnt want me to be spoiled and have toys. So now that im 53 and have lost alot in my life i need something to believe in and that where you come into play. So im writing my first Santa letter in over 43 years. So Santa, i would love to get a pretty girl doll, and along with a pretty girl doll house. Thats all i want, im not asking for much. Oh before i forget i would also like a box of extra dark chocolate, and a bag of coffee. Thats all. Thank you so much Santa, ill have milk and cookies ready on the 24th.

Love,

   Old Lady

P.S. If you happen to pass over my ex husbands house, let rudolph do his business. Blitzen too. Thank you again Santa and I cant wait to get my presents:)

P.P.S. If you pass over my other ex husbands house, drop a load yourself, thanks.

Time Machine(EXAM)

Two days ago I made a big mistake. I quit my job, broke up with my girlfriend and ran away from home. Part of me feels free but another part doesn't. I like my old life. I like how I used to complain about work and she would listen.  Now I have nothing to complain about and no one to complain to if I did. As I put the finishing touches on the time machine I think about if it's worth it to make the changes. I decide that it is. I remember when we fell in love, all those stupid fights and arguments are so worth is. And my job, I need it. A solid paycheck every week makes a world of difference when you have bills to be paid. I step into the machine, close the door and lock it sealed. I press the correct combination of numbers into the keypad, then I wait. I see bright lights flash, a deafening roar, the pod starts to shake then suddenly..Silence. As I open the pod door I pray that it worked. I step out and it's suddenly light out. When I initiated the time travel it was night time! It must have worked! I check my phone and the familiar text message "Hey Babe"  from my girlfriend is on it. Wow! It worked! Now I gotta keep everything the same. I remember I was scheduled to work at 4 so I had just enough time to get there to make sure I'm still employed. I get to my job and my manager Mike says "Hey John, great to see you. You better work hard today". 'Great' I think. Everything actually worked out how I wanted it to be...it seemed. There happen to be a defect in the time machine that after two days, it returns me back to the present time. That means I can only enjoy my old life for two days, if I don't break it. So if I break the machine then I'm stuck in this life forevevr. No going back. But if I don't then I go back to being miserable. I think I know my answer. I'm going to pour vinegar into the circuit boards so it breaks. After doing that I go back to my job, work my shift then go back to my house where my lovely girlfriend is waiting for me. "something feels different" she says. "nah babe, everything is just right, just right" I say as the sun sets and I smile. But as we all know this couldn't be true. This couldn't work out right. Because one day later they were fighting and arguing and not getting along. What a stupid idea I thought. How could I be so vulnerable and not let fate take its course. The day after I told her it was over. We couldn't do this shit anymore. Everything is never happy-go-lucky like people say.