A good news for the autistic where the author able to be featured at the huffpost for his story for the children. This enlivens my depressed spirit and hopes this news bring hope to the crushed hearts.
Colin’s words can be summed up as follows:
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Behind The
There are many cases of
Behind the scene
Behind the closed door
Behind the closet
Behind the curtain
Behind the stage
Behind the scene
Many crews are involved
Behind the closed doors
Love, hate, fight, sorrow, laughter and vengeance
Frequently happen in every household
Behind the closet
Bones or precious gems are found
Behind the curtains
Window panes are opened widely
Behind the stage
Many crews and volunteers are working very hard
Behind every successful stories
Many writers, directors and unseen faces are strongly involved
However
Many audiences forget
Behind the scenes faces
Inspiration On: Sunday, 25 October 2015 at 8:25pm
During my observations, many audiences love to do video streaming at the expense of every video producer’s hard work. Many piracies are on the rise. I appreciate on the hard work and choose on the videos I watched. Arts are cheapened and more artists are exploited to do free work. Before piracy occurs, I enjoy buying on selected category of videos. In every purchased video, I enjoy watching and learning from behind the scenes. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Autism Educator & Artist: Dorr to Understanding
Dorr is a multimedia artist who produces social stories visually to help the autistic and ADHD. This is a great news. This Autism Educator & Artist: Dorr to Understanding news introduces Dorr and needs of autistic people. I agree his statements “A lot of these students either are misunderstood or they misunderstand their peers.” Because I often misunderstand the jokes among my peers. His mission in life, “My job is to bridge that gap.” really captures my heart.
Smelly Row Seat
On a Sunday morning, a sharp awful smell came out of nowhere. A lady who was sitting beside me asked my nose sense. Flap!! Flap!! So stinky! Flap!! Flap!! She rested her hands from flapping the newspaper. Then she flapped again. Her flapping eased the awful smell. And I could sense the flapped wind freshen the air pollution. However, such continuum action stirred the other listeners’ attention to her during the preaching. A pastor from behind approaches her. She immediately explained the place she sat stinks. However, the pastor didn’t hear it. So he called her. A minute had passed. She stood up and went behind to meet the pastor.
Let us see from different perspectives.
From the congregations’ perspectives, it disturbed their time to listen to the preaching from the pulpit. They were utterly disrupted from their hearing focus.
The lady was concentrating on the preaching yet she needed to bear the smell. She bore the smell to the point of unbearable breathing. Opening her bag, she was looking for things to ease her nostril. A newspaper helped her to ease her pain. That’s the only thing for her to do so. Flapping it freshen the air and ease her breathing.
A pastor’s perspective felt that it disrupted the congregation. So he decided to approach her. However, he couldn’t hear her explanation and called her. She walked to him to explain herself. However, the people who sat at my row bore the stinky smell silently and quickly left.
What can we learn from here? Investigate the source of the smell. Stop hurting the congregation. Congregation and the church staff need to collaborate to solve the air pollution. Don’t let it continue. This can be likened to a sin that was not tackled. Once it becomes worse, it’ll affect everyone.
Please share your perspective on this issue.
Taffany
Life has not been easy for Taffany. Her “yes” has landed her into a lowly state she hates. Saying yes to her parents to encourage her to marry first when she wishes to find a job. Saying yes to her boyfriend’s marriage proposal. Wedding banquet reveals the array of her beauty to her family, friends and relatives. A year later, her baby is born into this world. Both couples are filled with joy upon seeing the newborn on Tiffany’s hugs.
Grinning with joy, Mill promises to her to enjoy her life with her baby. Her husband promises to be her fertilizer. Those promises seem too good to be true, but she believes it. Instead of helping her to reach to her potential, Mill and her husband desire to control her through abusive words, cutting her low financial allowance and even gang up with his siblings to abuse her. Using their loved toddler as an excuse to divorce her for their own agenda. Mill’s unscrupulous possessiveness led her son’s blindness and downfall. But The ord is not blind. Their secret agenda is exposed to the light. And to their disappointment, Taffany’s parents protect her without her realizing it when she runs away from home. When the gregarious situation is solved, Taffany’s parents rebuke her for pitying Mill and not listening to their warnings to avoid Mill’s evil schemes. Taffany feels stupid.
Written On: 14 November 2014 at 10am
Proofread On: 21 December 2014 at 3:20am
This fiction is written based on a true story of a friend with names are changed to protect their identities. Therefore, I use present tense to depict the reality of life and the pain many women go through. Enjoy!
Broken but Regained Hope
I
Vast sparkly waves of ocean
As the sun shines onto the ocean
Vastness of ocean increases more
II
Final beautiful sight in mind
Gradually sink into the bottom ocean seabed
Eyelids close, sealing own fate
III
Blur sight of a swimmer
Before losing consciousness in the ocean depth
Everyone flashes back in memories
IV
Awaking to the soothing music
Among two smiling patients on hospital beds
Hopes re-live in his heart
V
A man dressed in white
Listens to poured out woes and pats
When other patients go outdoor
VI
Encourages her to be strong
Sowing a strength to own beloved friend
In times of tumultuous life
VII
Seeds of love and care
Gradually buds forth in her broken heart
Living filled with hope again
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 23 July 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 10:17am
This image had been appearing in my friend’s mind to part III so I expressed it in haiku and continues it.
Play Power Game
Playing power game
Toddler refuses to let grandma in
The grandma
SCOLDs him
THROWs angrily
Toy cup to him
But he AvOiDs
She SHOUTs
Bam the table
Talking badly
Grandpa SCOLDs her
For throwing cups to baby
She picks a FIGHT
Oh no!
Grandma SHOUTS
This is my house
He replies
This is my house
Quarrelling
Bickering
Fights
Bam the table
She quarrels
With his other grandma
Grandma from mother
She shouts
With everyone
Emotions get over her
Daughter in law
Unexpectedly, first time
Daughter in law SHOUTs back
Asking her to STOP
Quarrelling
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 from 11:09am to 11:57am
Oh, the quarrels and commotion. A headache story where my friend confided with me asked me to write poetry based on her family’s situation. So this poetry is dedicated to my friend. This story is based on my friend’s story with a toddler who loves to play power game with everyone in the family to stop from entering house. It is just a power play game. Normally, his parents and grandparents play along. Later on, he let them in. Unexpectedly, the grandma from dad’s side took it to heart and lashed out at the son. Take anything from the floor and threw at him, but thank God the thing is thrown away.
Tears of Hurt
Tears of grief
Tears of hating conflict
Tears of dislike to hurt
The need to confront
Someone who brags
Someone who lies
A jealous filled person
Driven by green eyes heart
My heart hurts for her
Before speaking to her
But without confront her lies
The more she stirs and messes my house
O Lord, You have heard
Heard her lies
You have heard my confidant’s advice
O Lord, You have heard Sennacherib’s blasphemies
You have delivered King Hezekiah from Sennacherib
Please, O Lord, deliver me from this braggart
Please, O Lord, guide my speech
Please, O Lord, rescue me from this mental anguish
Please, rescue me
Save me from this dilemma
Please tell me what I should do, O Lord
Her words are killing everyone
Her words are destroying everyone
I don’t want her to destroy my family
O Lord, I beseech Your guidance
For I trust in Your deliverance
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 at 4:15am to 4:44am
My friend called and shared to me and asked me to write for her and ask what she should do. Though I was speechless, I put myself in her shoes, birth me this poetry. I feel speechless. This is her story, “The song ‘I Surrender’ by Celine Dion spoke to my heart and my tears of grief overflows to my Lord seeking His deliverance. Though I dislike the liar’s speeches and actions, the desire not to hurt her was laid bare to my Lord. My confidant suggested to me that it was time to confront the guest before the situation got out of hand. Those who disapprove her lies are my neighbour, helper and even a weekday beverage deliverer. But I still believe in God’s wisdom and Hand of guidance. My mind and heart is confused in what I should do.” What should she do? Your feedback is most appreciated.” This reminded me of 2 Kings 18:12-37 where King Hezekiah cried to the Lord of host.
Yoshiko 