It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him.

He
really has no idea how it happened. I kept trying to come up with excuses I could
say to mom that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more
I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. He was going to get her
wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.
At that moment, she realized that she had created her current life. It wasn't the
life she wanted, but she took responsibility for how it currently stood. Something
clicked and she saw that every choice she made to this point in her life had led to
where her life stood at this very moment even if she knew this wasn't where she
wanted to be. She determined to choose to change it.
There were about twenty people on the dam. Most of them were simply walking and
getting exercise. There were a few who were fishing. There was a family who had
laid down a blanket and they were having a picnic. It was like this most days and
nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The problem was that nobody noticed the water
leaking through the dam wall.
There was only half a worm in the apple. At first, Judy didn't quite comprehend
what this meant. "Why would only half a worm be living in an apple?" she wondered.
And then it dawned on her. Judy quickly spit out the bite she had just taken
expecting to see the other half of the worm. It ended up being much worse than
that.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and tried again. Nothing. She
lifted it up and dropped it to the table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist
against the top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix the
machine with violence.
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could
reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air.
She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the
hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The
morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river was green. The
river likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was and had
always been the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this day the
green river was a fluorescent pink.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
This is important to remember. Love isn't like pie. You don't need to divide it
among all your friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can
always give more. It doesn't run out, so don't try to hold back giving it as if it
may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.
The red glow of tail lights indicating another long drive home from work after an
even longer 24-hour shift at the hospital. The shift hadn’t been horrible but the
constant stream of patients entering the ER meant there was no downtime. She had
some of the “regulars” in tonight with new ailments they were sure were going to
kill them. It’s amazing what a couple of Tylenol and a physical exam from the
doctor did to eliminate their pain, nausea, headache, or whatever other mild
symptoms they had. Sometimes she wondered if all they really needed was some
interaction with others and a bit of the individual attention they received from
the nurses.
He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip of the drink. He had tasted this
before, but he couldn't quite remember the time and place it had happened. He
desperately searched his mind trying to locate and remember where he had tasted
this when the bicycle ran over his foot.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him
want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would
never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and she would
soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in their
relationship.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
MaryLou wore the tiara with pride. There was something that made doing anything she
didn't really want to do a bit easier when she wore it. She really didn't care what
those staring through the window were thinking as she vacuumed her apartment.
There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all worked together. The
problem was that neither was all that appealing. One would likely cause everyone a
huge amount of physical pain while the other would likely end up with everyone in
jail. In Sam's mind, there was only one thing to do. He threw everyone else under
the bus and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to take the fall without
him.
It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him. He
really has no idea how it happened. I kept trying to come up with excuses I could
say to mom that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more
I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. He was going to get her
wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.
At that moment, she realized that she had created her current life. It wasn't the
life she wanted, but she took responsibility for how it currently stood. Something
clicked and she saw that every choice she made to this point in her life had led to
where her life stood at this very moment even if she knew this wasn't where she
wanted to be. She determined to choose to change it.
There were about twenty people on the dam. Most of them were simply walking and
getting exercise. There were a few who were fishing. There was a family who had
laid down a blanket and they were having a picnic. It was like this most days and
nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The problem was that nobody noticed the water
leaking through the dam wall.
There was only half a worm in the apple. At first, Judy didn't quite comprehend
what this meant. "Why would only half a worm be living in an apple?" she wondered.
And then it dawned on her. Judy quickly spit out the bite she had just taken
expecting to see the other half of the worm. It ended up being much worse than
that.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and tried again. Nothing. She
lifted it up and dropped it to the table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist
against the top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix the
machine with violence.
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could
reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air.
She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the
hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The
morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river was green. The
river likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was and had
always been the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this day the
green river was a fluorescent pink.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
This is important to remember. Love isn't like pie. You don't need to divide it
among all your friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can
always give more. It doesn't run out, so don't try to hold back giving it as if it
may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.
The red glow of tail lights indicating another long drive home from work after an
even longer 24-hour shift at the hospital. The shift hadn’t been horrible but the
constant stream of patients entering the ER meant there was no downtime. She had
some of the “regulars” in tonight with new ailments they were sure were going to
kill them. It’s amazing what a couple of Tylenol and a physical exam from the
doctor did to eliminate their pain, nausea, headache, or whatever other mild
symptoms they had. Sometimes she wondered if all they really needed was some
interaction with others and a bit of the individual attention they received from
the nurses.
He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip of the drink. He had tasted this
before, but he couldn't quite remember the time and place it had happened. He
desperately searched his mind trying to locate and remember where he had tasted
this when the bicycle ran over his foot.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him
want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would
never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and she would
soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in their
relationship.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
MaryLou wore the tiara with pride. There was something that made doing anything she
didn't really want to do a bit easier when she wore it. She really didn't care what
those staring through the window were thinking as she vacuumed her apartment.
There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all worked together. The
problem was that neither was all that appealing. One would likely cause everyone a
huge amount of physical pain while the other would likely end up with everyone in
jail. In Sam's mind, there was only one thing to do. He threw everyone else under
the bus and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to take the fall without
him.