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Friday, September 3, 2010

My Pedagogical Philosophy (Teaching Autobiography)

Autobiography

My aspiration to enter the field of professional education began with a rather unsettling event in my early high school career. It was the first day of my freshman year of high school. I was faced with the daunting task of completing the dreaded Honors English course with a passing grade of C or better. As I entered my second period English classroom, I noticed the walls were riddled with Shakespeare posters and other literary paraphernalia. I quietly chose my seat at the front of the classroom and awaited the instructor’s arrival. The look on every students face shared the same tense expression. Once the instructor arrived, she went right to business with role call, not asking for any short tales of the splendor of our two-and-a-half month break. I remember the teacher’s first words after taking the attendance:

“If you are expecting to simply pass this course with a B, you should think about transferring out, this is an extensive course in English Literature.”

These words of advice worked to their contrary, I was then motivated to strive my hardest to be an exceptional English student.

I began to truly value the work of the English teacher in my senior English class. It was just a general Senior English course, no AP or Honors preface tacked on. The thing I valued most about my Senior English class was that the instructor allowed the class to have a voice in the writing we turned in. Peer groups in which we were encouraged to share our thoughts with one another were administered weekly. I began to value the concept of group work as a means to allow students to develop an authoritative voice in their writing. I carried my Senior English teacher’s ideas of peer evaluation into my work as an afterschool instructor at Boys and Girls Club of Garden Grove, where I worked for a year and a half, aiding students in their writing skills five days a week.

The most important observation I made as an after school instructor was how much students enjoyed talking about their work. I would spend one of the four hours we had together helping the students with their assignments, most of which were writing assignments. My first thought was to let them come to me, so that we could address any issues together. I learned, through careful observation, that many of the students were intimidated at the thought of approaching me. I spent some time adjusting the students into groups where they could share about their ideas, and immediately, I could see the cogs turning. I was then able to develop a system in which the students could edit each other’s work and approach me with any questions that weren’t answered from the group work. By the end of my first school year, I had accomplished something with my students that I never thought I could: I helped build their confidence as writers. My experience as an after school instructor led me to think back upon what my freshman Honors English teacher had said. It was no wonder that many of us left the class with a satisfactory grade, we had no confidence in our voice as writers.

I have held firm to the notion that students should feel comfortable in the classroom setting. The area in which a student learns should be an environment that is welcoming and enriching. Students need edification, not intimidation, in order to effectively function in the classroom. Our students must be built up in confidence, not dragged down in embarrassment.

Ultimately, my goal is to enter the education system with a positive outlook on what our students can accomplish. I believe that students have the unique ability to command the power of written word. Students have much to say, and should not be intimidated to let their voice be heard. In fact, this power lies within us all, educators and students alike. Peer review has, in the past, revealed to me that students delight in the chance to share ideas with one another. We all have the ability to positively impact the classroom with enriching ideas. Students will always be the next generation, and we, as educators, must do our best to help them realize their full potential as educated individuals. After all, if we cannot hear the students’ voices, how will we ever know what the next generation has to offer?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Life


O, Life,

We watch it pass us by,

On wings of steel in the sky.

Our hope is in one another, and nothing else,

We hold tight to our memories,

Because they are all we have left.

It is our hope in the darkest hour,

That binds us together,

For we are nothing without one another.

O, blissful life,

What are we without the ones we trust,

Stranded somewhere out at sea,

With wounds that will not heal.

O, desolate darkness,

Where has your sting gone?

The light you fight has you far outweighed,

Even when all seems faint,

The pillar of life shall be replaced.

O, Daunting Death,

When this land threatens to fade to gray,

We shall swim for the chapel,

Against the current of our dismay.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Volume 2: Letters Burning


Letters Burning

Dear Friend,

I don’t know what to do anymore. I had another accident. Set some kid’s hair on fire. I can’t seem to control it. One second, my day’s going perfectly fine and the next, my hands are soaked in flame. What good is the power to produce fire if you can’t control it? Mom says I’m headed straight to jail if I don’t get a grip on it. You know what? She’s probably right. But I don’t want to go to jail. I’m 18 for pete’s sake. My mom’s concerned because even the doctor says he’s unsure of my “condition”. We’ve even had weird men in business suits come to our door. Mom always tells them to screw off, in the most polite words.

Back to the kid. He’s talking to me about how he and his dad went deep-sea fishing over the weekend. Now, I don’t have a dad. The bastard walked out on my mom and I when I was a year old. So when this kid’s yackin’ about his dad, his words hit me like a bullet out of a handgun. As you can imagine, this doesn’t make me too happy.

Some people say my eyes turn red when it happens. Others say my hair bursts into flames. I think the latter is bullcrap. My hair on fire? What a bunch of phonies. But the reason I believe the talk about my eyes is because my mom says it’s true. Her word means the world to me. She’s all I got left. Hell, no one wants to be friends with the boy who sets people on fire. I digress.

The kid looks at me with wide eyes. I can see the fear taking form. I can still hear his voice:

“Don…Don’t do this. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t…”

“How could you possibly know what I’m thinking? You don’t know my pain. Here, let me give you a taste.” I replied.

Next thing I know, the kid’s on the pavement, rolling around, his hair in flames.

So now, here I am, in the damn police station. They say the kid’s ok, but he lost all of his hair. Go figure, it WAS on fire, for god’s sake. Luckily, they let me keep my journal. There’s nothing else to do here. That’s it for today, though. I’ll write again soon.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

A lot has happened since I last wrote. Can you guess where I am now? You got it. Jail. They threw me in here for assault with a deadly weapon. I assume I am that deadly weapon. I wonder how that looks on the police report. I ended up receiving two years in here. Two years of my life, wasted because some loudmouth didn’t know when to shut his trap. The judge said the reason I got two years was because I am a potential threat to society. So they want to rehabilitate me or something, I guess. How am I going to be rehabilitated when I’m stuck in here with a bunch of criminals? But I’m stuck here, no matter what I think. This is only day three of my two year stay. What a drag. Anyway, it’s meal time. I’ll write soon.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

Some very unfortunate news reached me today. They are giving me extra time in here. They say they haven’t seen “enough progress”, whatever the hell that means. So my stay has been extended. Welcome to the gloomiest place on earth. Now, my time is up to ten years, depending on my so-called “progress”. I don’t know what progress they want, I haven’t had an accident since I got arrested. So I have to sit here, rotting in this damn cell. I need a plan, some way to get out of here faster. I’ll be good if I have to. Let’s just hope I can be real good.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

I have met a new friend, and he sure as hell isn’t made out of 100 sheets of paper and cheap cardstock covers. The guy’s name is Jack, and I’ve come to find that he is special too. After I told him what I was in for, he was happy as hell to tell his whole life story. I thought MY power was inconvenient. He told me he has strange dreams, and they all come true:

“Sorta like seeing into the future.” he explained.

He said he’s seen his family die in his dreams, and it happened for real soon after. I explained to him that I could relate, that my grandparents died when I was younger. That is, I could relate all the way up to the crazy dream crap. Apparently, the doctors didn’t know what to make of Jack’s dreams, so they declared him insane. Of all places, they threw him in this dump of a prison. He was vague on the details of his arrest, but man this guy went through some crap. That’s all I’ve got for today.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

Jack filled me in on some pretty outrageous stuff today. He finally opened up to me about his arrest. He said that legally, the government had to declare him insane in order to put him away, but really, they had a whole hidden agenda as to why they threw him in here. Jack said that the government had sent out an organization to look for people like us. He called it “The Harvest Organization”. The Organization’s job was to find all of us “special” people and lock us up, nice and tight. He said they were building a lab somewhere and eventually they’d drag us there to run crazy tests on us. What a strange day this has been. I’m going to go mull things over a bit. I’ll write back soon.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

There has been some strange crap going on here. Jack and I have been getting visits from some hot shots in black suits. Today, one of the black-clad bastards called me into the little booth at the end of my cellblock. This guy had a tape recorder sitting on a table in the middle of the room.

“Come, sit down with me Daniel, let’s talk.” he said with a stupid grin on his face.

“What the hell do you want with me?” I asked him as I sat down.

“To ask a few questions, that’s all, Daniel.”

The big fake said my name about 200 times. What a schmo. He asked me a bunch of questions about my childhood and when I learned I had a special ability. I wanted to hit him…so bad.

When I went down to the cafeteria at dinner, Jack asked what happened. When I told him about the inquisitive idiot, he just about had a heart attack. He assured me that the man was from the Harvest Organization:

“They must be evaluating us to prepare for further testing. They must be nearing completion of the lab!”

So, as you can imagine, sleep isn’t coming easy to me tonight. I’ve got so much crap brewing in my head. Time to take it easy. More soon.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

Still no accidents since I got arrested. Today, I talked to the warden, and he told me not to get anxious. That I should maintain my composure. I gave him my two cents about composure. He didn’t like that too much. I guess this is good, though. I used to set off my ability with anger. Now, I seem to be able to control my ability by setting aside my anger. The silent monster still sleeps inside me. I’m actually beginning to think I may be able to use these powers to my advantage.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

Jack’s gone mad. At least, I think he has. Today he told me that he had an important dream. He said he saw the prison burning down, and he and I were running for our lives. I told him there was no way I would ever use my power for that. I want to get out of here, not earn myself a life sentence. Besides I have learned to control my power. It will never control me again. I told him to keep his dreams to himself. Hell, I’m in a nightmare as it is.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

A prisoner was killed by a guard today. Bloodiest mess I’ve ever seen. Word around the prison is that the prisoner stabbed one of the guards. By the time I arrived on the scene after lunch, the guard was beating the hell out of the prisoner. Ruthless son-of-a-bitch. Nobody should be beat like that. Poor bastard. It took the janitor a few hours to clean the blood up off the floor. I’m glad that I’m now safe inside my cell. No need for any more blood to be spilled today. I’ll write again tomorrow.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

I’m now on the verge of terror. As we were coming in from our recreation time, I saw the guards dragging a prisoner into a room. I didn’t get a good look at his face, but I was soon informed that it was Jack. I could hear his screams through the door. I wish I could have helped him, but I have no power here, not if I want to get out in one piece.

Jack came to me at dinnertime and told me the whole story. He said he screamed in his sleep because of an awful dream he was having while taking a nap. The guards rushed in, clubs in hand, and dragged him out of his cell. He said they took him into a room and pumped electricity into his brain. I believe electroshock therapy was outlawed long ago, and it was surely never allowed in prisons. Jack thinks this is just the beginning. He said his dream showed prisoners being tortured in the most brutal ways imaginable. I can’t help thinking Jack’s insanity may have some truth behind it. So, I have decided that before this gets really ugly, to make an escape. When I do, they will all pay, dearly.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

Tomorrow night is the night we escape. Jack is excited that I am ready to take action. We decided during recreation time that we would make the escape during dinnertime. I can’t decide how I will go about accessing my power. I tried cooking up some angry thoughts, but it yielded no results. Have I really controlled it to the point of eliminating it? Let’s hope not. This has to happen. We have to get out of here. I’m not waiting for some white coat to come drag me off, or worse, a guard to beat me to death. I have to find a way to unleash the silent monster again. Our escape depends on it.

-Daniel.

Dear Friend,

It happened. The prison went up in flames. It happened so quickly. We were sitting down to dinner when it started. Jack got up to ask the presiding guard for a restroom break. As the guard turned to answer, I got up and leaped onto his back. He immediately called for backup. I searched my mind for an angry thought, something to kindle the fire, but nothing came. Jack was screaming at me as the entire cafeteria went into an uproar. I suddenly realized what I had to do. I immediately thought of my father, and how the bastard walked out on us. My mind immediately began to burn with anger. I heard the screams of the people around me, shouting about my burning red eyes. I touched my palm to the guard’s forehead and he screamed bloody murder. I dropped off his back and threatened him with a fistful of flame. I demanded his keys, which he handed to me. The other guards looked terrified, so we were able to slip by and unlock the main gate. Prisoners flowed through the doorway and ran for freedom. Hack and I stopped at the front gate and looked at each other. Time seemed to slow down. I looked in his eyes and felt a sudden rush of anger.


“I know what you are thinking, and you’re right Daniel. I am your father. My name is Michael.” he said.

I will never forget the look he gave me after that. It was a “hey, thanks for letting me out of this dump, I’ll catch ya later” kind of look. Then, he ran. He didn’t even look back. So typical of him, the son-of-a-bitch. I felt an immense amount of pain in my chest, and I felt my body temperature rising rapidly. I must have been burning at a thousand degrees. I screamed at the top of my lungs as a firestorm burst from my body, engulfing the prison in flames. If any prisoners were left in there, they were dead for sure. I looked back at the smoldering ashes of the prison. Then, I ran.

I am now in a small place outside of the prison. Here I must leave you, my friend. I cannot write about where I am going, but let’s just say I have a score to settle.

-Daniel.

Volume 1: The Middle


Stocks, Cory

English 405

The Middle

The air in the bar was musty and moist. Two men sat at the cracked, mahogany counter, which was littered with cigarette butts and half eaten mini pretzels. The dim light emanating from above was made hazy by the thick layer of smoke that hovered in the air. One man turned to the other, who was sitting at the far end of the counter.

“Excuse me sir, but do you happen to have the time?” the man asked.

“Time isn’t important. It would be in your best interest to think about how you got here in the first place.”

“Well, that’s quite simple, actually. I…”

Yet the man could not recall being anywhere but the bar. This set his mind to work. The man at the end of the bar stood up and began to walk toward him.

“Why don’t you just take a seat next to me? I’ll order us some drinks and I can think about how I got here.”

“I thought I made myself clear. Food and drink won’t help you here. Now, get to thinking, so you can realize the answers to your questions.”

“I’m not quite sure I understand what you are talking about.” the man replied.

“I insistently insist that you pay heed to your surroundings and actions.”

The man, feeling slightly dazed and confused, took a long look at the room and gathered his thoughts. In the dim light, he could see that he and the other man were the only people in the bar. Behind the counter, nothing stirred.

“Where is the bartender, surely he didn’t just leave his bar unattended?”

“All that matters is that you’re here. Now, reflect upon your actions and you will receive a crystal clear answer.”

At this, the man stood up and moved toward the door. His hand met the cold brass handle of the doorknob.

“I’m leaving now, as I have found no answers here. You yourself have refused to be straightforward with me. Good day to you.”

He turned the doorknob slowly and opened the door. As he walked through the door, he gasped. He was standing in the same bar. The strange figure he met earlier stood before him.

“It doesn’t look like you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon. Surely you will come sit with me. You have all the time you could possibly ask for to realize your true potential for greatness. You need to reflect upon your life and the decisions that you have made in order to reach peace.” the stranger said.

“What is this? I have no idea how I got here and no idea how to leave!”

“You are on a fine line between greatness and destruction, torment and paradise. You must realize your true potential in order to reach paradise. Until then, I’m here to encourage you to reflect upon your actions in life. If you are able to realize your faults, then you can put them behind you and move on into eternity.”

“I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Realize my faults? What is this!” the man exclaimed.

“Well, I suppose we have an eternity to find out, don’t we?” replied the stranger.

Ryan and Jennifer were fighting again. He saw it as being lectured, the words spewing forth from the nagging woman’s mouth. Each syllable would roll off her tongue with utter ferocity. He knew when he was about to be lectured. Jennifer would purse her lips so tightly together that the skin above her mouth would turn a bright red. She looked like she had just swallowed a lemon whole. He smiled at the thought.

“Oh, is this funny to you? Do you appreciate making me feel this way?”

She saw it as scolding a child. Would a slap on the wrist do? That look on his face is what got her. It was a look of disinterest, a blank stare into nothingness. He would not look her in the eyes. In fact, he hardly ever looked her in the eyes anymore.

“No. I…guess it isn’t.” he replied.

“You haven’t been a father to our son for the past 4 years. You never attend any of his events…what can I say Ryan? I’m on my last nerve, and you don’t even seem to care.”

Ryan didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes became fixed on Jennifer’s hair. The hair she pushed behind her ears was turning grey with age. Or perhaps it was turning grey from the stress he caused her. He began to slip into a daydream, and his vision became blurred. Jennifer’s voice began to fade. Another voice took its place.

“Ryan?” said the voice.

Ryan was back in the bar, the strange figure standing before him. His vision came back into focus and was fixed upon the man’s face.

“What was that all about?” he asked.

“You are making progress. You are beginning to recall the moments you regret most in life, in this instance, not being involved in your son’s life.”

“Well, does that mean I get my ultimate answer? Do I get to find this ‘peace’ you keep talking about?”

“No, it means that you are making progress toward that goal.” the man said.

Ryan returned to the old mahogany counter and sat down. His mind was racing. The vision he had just experienced was so short, yet it spoke so much about his life. He turned to take a good look at the strange man. His eyes met something gold that shimmered on his right ring finger. It was a ring with an inscription etched around its band.

“Pardon me, but what does your ring say?”

“It says, ‘To the body, broken’.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I suppose you will learn soon enough.”

“Oh…great…more riddles to confuse the hell out of me. Sure could use a drink right about now.”

Ryan put his head down on the counter and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

“Ryan, I am pregnant.”

Ryan choked behind his glass of red wine.

“Exc…excuse me?”

“I’m pregnant Ryan, what’s so damn hard to grasp?”

Great, just when they were getting their lives started, it would be coming to an end. The thought of dirty diapers and spilled juice boxes crept into his mind.

“Jen…a baby? You really think we can handle this right now?”

“Well Ryan, since it’s already conceived, I guess we have to handle it, don’t we?”

Ryan’s roast duck was beginning to taste bitter in his mouth. He looked down at his hands. He was getting old. The faint wrinkles on the tops of his hands were like thin timelines leading up to this moment. This child would mean more responsibility, more stress, and more fights. Ryan looked back up to see Jennifer walk out of the room. The glass of red wine was his only companion now.

“Here’s to responsibility.”

Ryan awoke with a start to find himself back in the bar with the strange man.

“Have you had enough? Don’t you realize that I understand what I did wrong?”

“If you knew the true hurt you caused, then we wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation Ryan. Your actions, in this case, speak far louder than your words.”

“So I’m being tormented for my mistakes…for things in my life that I can never change?”

“No, you are being forced to reminisce upon those actions that landed you in this place. Once you realize your greatest faults, you will be able to move on.”

“But I understand! I’m not a good husband and I sure as hell am not a good father!”

“You are getting impressively close to your ultimate answer Ryan. Continue to remember these faults in order to find yourself.”

All Ryan could do was stare in disbelief. All he could gather from these strange and haunting visions was that he wasn’t performing at an adequate level as a family man. As he was thinking this, a bittersweet memory came into focus.

“Ryan sweetie, it’s our one year anniversary!” exclaimed Jennifer.

“It is, isn’t it.” said Ryan from underneath the cherry red Honda something.

“We should go out tonight. We haven’t been out all week.”

Ryan slid out from underneath the car. His face was covered in oil and dirt.

“You know what? That sounds like a fine idea honey! Come give me a great, big kiss!”

“Ew, you’re all covered in oil!” laughed Jennifer.

Ryan took a long look at his girlfriend. Her jet-black hair swayed this way and that in the autumn wind. Her piercing blue eyes stared right back at him. This, surely, was an angel.

“Baby, can I tell you something?” Ryan asked.

“Sure.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Jennifer’s eyes lit up as she bent down to kiss him.

“Ryan…Ryan…Ryan.” said a voice.

Without opening his eyes, Ryan replied, “Let me guess, I’m going to open my eyes and be right back in that awful, awful place.”

He was still sitting in the bar with the man.

“I’m doing what you told me, I’m reminiscing.”

“You are focusing on the wrong aspects of your life, Ryan.”

“Your vagueness is not making this any easier. I’m confused, and my patience is wearing thin.”

“That was always something you had a problem with, wasn’t it Ryan? Being patient was never your strong point.”

And in a rush of color another vision came into focus.

“Okay, here we go Tommy!” exclaimed Jennifer.

Ryan and Jennifer were taking their son to the local amusement park.

“Ryan, sweetie, did you bring the sun block?” asked Jennifer.

“For the last time Jen, yes, I brought the sun block.”

It was almost ironic that they were on their way to an amusement park, because Ryan was not at all thrilled by the idea. A trip to the amusement park meant screaming children, run-down bathrooms, and overpriced popcorn. Ryan could almost hear his wallet screaming for help.

“Jen, why do we have to do this every year? You would think a one time thrill would lose its magic after…one time.”

“Ryan, this isn’t about you. It’s about Tommy. Have some patience.”

Ryan pulled the keys from out of his pocket and unlocked the car doors. He watched as Jennifer strapped Tommy into the car seat.

“Ok, here we go!” cried Jennifer.

She was too excited. Ryan could not understand how Jennifer could be this enthusiastic about something they did every year for the past three years. Once they were all in the car, Ryan started the engine.

“You aren’t forgetting anything, right Jennifer? Last time we had to drive all the way back from the park because you forgot the diaper bag.”

“Lighten up, Ryan. You just don’t know how to have a good time, do you?”

Ryan said nothing. He just rolled his eyes and pulled out into the street.

“Here we go.” he said, with little enthusiasm.

The ride to the amusement park was quiet. Ryan and Jennifer didn’t even look at one another. In the back, Tommy had fallen asleep. Ryan began to count the minutes to their arrival at the amusement park. In ten minutes, he would feel the urge to pull every hair out of his head. Finally, Jennifer spoke up.

“Ryan, please, try to have a good time today. For Tommy’s sake. He feeds off of your energy. Seeing you smile makes his day, believe it or not.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll try.”

Ryan pulled into the parking lot and paid the $10 parking fee.

“Damn, parking here costs almost half of the admission price.”

“Ryan, it’s for Tommy, remember.”

“Hey Tom, time to wake up bud, we’re here.” said Ryan.

Tommy opened his eyes slowly and yawned.

“Are you excited sweetie? Mommy is going to buy you a nice, big ice cream sundae!”

Ryan pulled into a parking space, and they all got out. He felt like such a fool, standing in the parking lot with his high-cut shorts and baseball cap.

“I feel like a damn tourist Jen.”

“You look like one too, sweetie.” Jennifer said, through clenched teeth.

Ryan knew he’d better shut his mouth. This would turn into an even longer day if he wasn’t careful.

“Two adults and one child please.” said Jennifer.

Right as they entered the gates, Ryan knew this was going to be an all day affair. There were people filling every square inch of the entrance plaza.

“This place is a zoo, the lines will be ridiculous!”

Jennifer didn’t even bother replying at this point. She had had enough of Ryan’s complaints. She simply took Tommy by the hand and led him through the crowd. Ryan followed sheepishly behind. He wished things could go back to the way they were. When he and Jennifer had no care in the world. Now life revolved around trips to the amusement park and family time. He followed Jennifer and Tommy into the line for the carousel. The line seemed to stretch for a mile. People really wanted to wait in a line to ride a plastic horse? The concept baffled Ryan, and he made a mistake in verbalizing it.

“Really? This long of a wait to ride some stupid horse?”

Jennifer turned to him furiously.

“Ryan, you know what? Go home. You can come pick us up when we are done here.”

“But…I.”

“You have no patience anymore Ryan. We can’t spend a day out as a family without you complaining about something. Go home.”

Ryan was defeated. He stepped out of line and began walking toward the entrance plaza. He looked around as he walked. The artificial street lamps hung over the sidewalk, vacant of any light source. He could almost relate to the lamps, the fire in his heart had gone out long ago. The entrance plaza street seemed to stretch on forever. His vision became fuzzy, and his eyes became heavy.

The mood in the bar was still gloomy.

“Your impatience grew old to everyone around you. Even when your son, your flesh and blood, had the opportunity to enjoy himself, you felt it necessary to intervene with your selfishness.”

“Oh please, you would have felt the same way, people stomping on your feet, children screaming. Being at that park was an inconvenience.”

“An inconvenience to you, Ryan. Your child delighted in the fact that he was spending time with you and Jennifer.”

“Well…I…”

“Don’t you see Ryan? Your faults are quickly outweighing anything good you may have done.”

“So, what are you saying? What is the point in all this? Am I dead? Where the hell am I?”

“I think you know the answer to your questions, Ryan. I think we have time for one more memory.”

“I don’t know if I can do this again, it’s driving me crazy…”

But it was too late. The room began to spin around them, and darkness enveloped the two men.

“Alright Ryan, you can take your break now.” said a voice.

Ryan got out of his deluxe office chair and headed for the door. He had in mind to take the elevator today. He deserved it, after so much hard work. He took the elevator down 5 stories and got off at the entrance hall. He made for the front door while thinking about what he wanted to eat for lunch. Sub sandwich? Or would he be daring enough to eat at the old burger joint on the corner? He stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk. Across the way, he saw the little burger stand filled with people, and decided to try it out. He stepped off the sidewalk into the crosswalk, but immediately jumped backwards as a bus flew by, blaring its horn.

“The crazy bastard!” Ryan yelled.

He stopped to take a breath and gather himself. Now what was he supposed to be doing right now? He couldn’t remember. All he could do was stand still on the sidewalk. For some strange reason, people were running in his direction screaming at each other.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Ryan asked a passing man. But the man said nothing.

Ryan continued to stand, dumbfounded at the behavior of these people. What were they thinking? Not one of them even acknowledged his existence. Just then, however, Ryan realized what was going on.

“No…no. This can’t be happening right now. I don’t…I don’t believe it.”

Ryan was staring down at his own lifeless body, sprawled out on the cold concrete.

“How…that bus…but I moved.”

All he could do was stare at the bloody mess that lay before him. And all seemed to fade into a grey haze. His mind began to drift out of reality altogether.

“You moved too late, obviously. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“You again. This is the worst vision I have had yet, are you done with me now?”

A strange grin passed over the man’s face.

“The real question, Ryan, is whether you have learned anything from your faults? Do you know where you are destined to remain now? Do you realize the selfish, impatient man you have been, and where you deserve to be for eternity?”

Ryan suddenly felt an extreme wave of terror come over him. He knew he wasn’t destined for anything good at this point. He looked at the man and began to speak.

“I know that I have been an awful human being. I know I haven’t been a good father or a good husband. I realize all of this has stemmed from a lack of patience and maturity. My heart tells me that I am bound for a place where the sun doesn’t shine, where the darkness will be my only companion. I am ready for my punishment, as ready as I will ever be.”

“You have realized your faults, Ryan. I will leave you now with a gift. It is a gift I have been waiting eagerly to give you. It is the gift of a second chance. But let it be known that there will be a debt to pay, when the time has come.”

With these words, Ryan awoke with a start. He was staring up at a white ceiling. He had no feeling at all. A face appeared above him.

“You’re awake! We thought we’d lost you!” said a man in a white doctor’s coat.

From Ryan’s position, the man looked like an angel.

“What…what happened to me…where’s my wife?”

“Oh, no need to worry, she’s in the waiting room. She’s been here all day, and she slept here last night. I would say she has some patience, wouldn’t you say? We do have some bad news for you Ryan. When the bus hit you, you were immediately paralyzed from the bottom of your neck down. It was a miracle that you survived.”

The doctor moved to the end of the bed, and Ryan watched as he scribbled on his clipboard.

“So that’s it? I’m just going to rot here in this bed forever? I’d rather have died!”

“Ryan, be thankful that you are alive, that you have been given a second chance, a chance to reflect on your life.”

“Wait…what…?”

Ryan’s eyes caught a shimmer of gold on the doctor’s right ring finger. It was a ring, with an inscription he recognized all too well.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Beginning to my hopefully published short story!

The Middle

The air in the bar was musty and moist. Two men sat at the cracked, mahogany counter, which was littered with cigarette butts and half eaten mini pretzels. The dim light emanating from above was made hazy by the thick layer of smoke that hovered in the air. One man turned to the other, who was sitting at the far end of the counter.

“Excuse me sir, but do you happen to have the time?” the man asked.

“Time is of no importance here. It would do you well to think about how you got here in the first place.”

“Well, that’s quite simple, actually. I…”

Yet the man could not recall being anywhere but the bar. This set his mind to work. The man at the end of the bar stood up and began to walk toward him.

“Why don’t you just take a seat next to me? I’ll order us some drinks and I can think about how I got here.”

“Neither food nor drink is important where we are. Let your thoughts feed you the answers to your questions.”

“I’m not quite sure I understand what you are talking about.” the man replied.

“I insistently insist that you pay heed to your surroundings and actions.”

The man, feeling slightly dazed and confused, took a long look at the room and gathered his thoughts. In the dim light, he could see that he and the other man were the only people in the bar. Behind the counter, nothing stirred.

“Where is the bartender, surely he didn’t just leave his bar unattended?”

“All that matters is that you are here. Reflect upon your actions and you will receive a crystal clear answer.”

At this, the man stood up and moved toward the door. His hand met the cold brass handle of the doorknob.

“I am leaving now, as I have found no answers here. You yourself have refused to be straightforward with me. Good day to you.”

He turned the doorknob slowly and opened the door. As he walked through the door, he gasped. He was standing in the same bar. The strange figure he met earlier stood before him.

“Surely you will come sit with me. You have all the time you wish to realize your true potential for greatness. You simply need to reflect upon your life and the decisions that you have made in order to reach peace.” the stranger said.

“What is this? I have no idea how I got here and no idea how to leave!”

“You are on a fine line between greatness and destruction, torment and paradise. You must realize your true potential in order to reach paradise. Until then, I am here to encourage you to reflect upon your actions in life. If you are able to realize your faults, then you can put them behind you and move on into eternity.”

“I still don’t understand what you are talking about. Realize my faults? What is this?” the man exclaimed.

“Well, I suppose we have an eternity to find out, don’t we?” replied the stranger.