[stylist] Let's Play

[Atty Rose]

Did I miss something? I thought that once he could walk and now he can not?
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Homme, James" <james.homme at highmark.com>
To: "Writer's Division Mailing List" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Friday, March 21, 2014 1:02 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Let's Play


> Hi Atty,
> Why do you say sad?
>
> Thanks.
>
> Jim
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Atty Rose
> Sent: Friday, March 21, 2014 12:43 PM
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> Subject: Re: [stylist] Let's Play
>
> Powerful and sad.
> Thanks for sharing
>
> ----- Original Message ----- 
> From: "Homme, James" <james.homme at highmark.com>
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> Sent: Friday, March 21, 2014 9:51 AM
> Subject: Re: [stylist] Let's Play
>
>
>> Hi,
>> Since I started this, here is my try.
>>
>> Today I awoke to that shriek that beeps every half second. I placed it
>> across the room so that I would have to walk across the cold floor to 
>> turn
>> it off. I had to make sure I was awake. No choice.
>>
>> I can't miss my bus. I have two to take, plus the school bus. It would be
>> one leap to the floor and then across the room to quiet that stupid cube
>> for another day.
>>
>> My feet didn't hit the floor. My first leap still had me on the bed. My
>> legs were still straight. Then, another leap. One more. My feat landed on
>> warm carpet, not cold floor. I landed at the foot of my bed, not the 
>> side.
>> I leaned forward to get my balance. my hands, then my chest thudded
>> against a wall.
>>
>> It was Saturday, not Friday. I wasn't student teaching. I was sleeping 
>> in.
>> I wasn't in my college dorm room. I was home, in my bedroom. I hadn't 
>> been
>> in my twin bed. I was in my queen bed. It was then that I realized that 
>> my
>> heart was slowing.
>>
>> "Are you OK, son?" came my dad's concerned, deep, tired voice from his
>> side of the bed.
>>
>> "Yeah." I said.
>>
>> Then, a rustle, a click, and one more muffled sentence from Dad. "That
>> damned alarm."
>>
>> Jim
>>
>>
>>
>>
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