Tuesday, March 21, 2006

And So It Goes ...

"I have to get out now."

"Really? Where are you going?"

"I don’t know."

"Would you like to go to the doctor?"


"Would you like to go now?"

"No ..."

"When would you like to go?"

"Later ..."


"Where do you want to go?"

"Home ..."

"Where’s ‘home’?"

"Here ..."

"So you want to stay here?"

"Yes ..."


"I’m tired ..."

"Yes, honey, I know ... we’re both tired."


"I'm sorry ..."

"Honey, it's not your fault ... it's the illness ... wouldn't you like to go to the doctor to have this taken care of?"

"No ..."

"Why not?"

"I'm tired ..."



Friday, March 17, 2006

Posting From the Edge

For those of you who have expressed your concern, thank you so very, very much. You can have no idea how appreciative and grateful we are that you have continued to offer your support, thoughts and prayers.

I was offline for approximately 36 hours due to a serious attempt to break into the computer. My security program apparently disabled my connection for my protection, and, neo-techie that I am, it took me this long to figure out what the problem was. I have jumped through many hoops and learned a lot more about the inner workings of the various programs involved in the upkeep of this little machine, and I'm back. This connection is almost literally my lifeline, and without it, I have been in rough shape. I'm feeling much better now, though.

Bonnie is well, but no better than before. She, too, is grateful for your support, although it is difficult for her to appreciate it at this time.

I have lately 'come out' to a number of people who have been more than supportive, and since the list is growing and I have begun to lose track, I might as well make it official here on this page. You may, if you wish, continue to address me as 'Mal', for this is how most of you have come to know me, and since the pseudonym was created a little over a year ago, it now fits me like a second skin. However, I wish all of you to know, for the record, that my real name is Walt.

Bonnie is still Bonnie.

Thank you all for everything.

Peace, and may the Creator bless you all.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Promises to Keep



She asked me to marry her

for better or for worse

and I said, " I will."

Her mother adjured me to

protect her from all harm

and I said, "I will."

And now the time has come to

fulfill that solemn vow

and I say "I will."


Monday, March 6, 2006

Ye Olde Philosopher

Just a quick pop-in to memorialize this bit of whimsy -

  Courtesy of www.westernschools.org

The rain never stops, but umbrellas grow in unexpected places.
If you believe this to be a reference to yourself, you are right.

Friday, March 3, 2006


Of necessity, this space will be empty for an indefinite period. I had hoped that events would turn out differently, but they are progressing in a fashion that forces me to devote all my attention to present circumstances. I will not be able to read journals for the duration, so please don't take the absence of comments for lack of interest.

This is something I must do, and I hope that the near future will provide relief, but there is no guarantee in life.

Sometimes life IS unfair.


Wednesday, March 1, 2006


Many of you who drop by may have received an email that I sent, and there was nothing included but a virus certification. I want to repair that lack, so I'm taking a bit of license and printing the text of the email here. It was sent to me by TS Gerkin, and I thank you, Tamara, for this inspirational message.


Hi Everyone,
I hope you are all doing well and enjoy this story as much as I did.  It certainly made me stop and think about what it says.  Read on and enjoy...

Two choices - What would you do?
You make the choice! Don't look for a punch line; there isn't one!
Read it anyway. My question to all of you is:
Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,
"Do you think they'll let me play?"
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him amuch-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and a few boys nodded approval, why not? So he took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.
I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench, put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and
Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in  his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down
the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home!"
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "The boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy and coming home and seeing his mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it
comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to helprealize the "natural order of things."
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats its least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
If you want to take this, place it into an email and forward it, feel free. I did.    {;~)>

Future Crisis?

Please read this and then read this -

just something to keep in mind.