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This journal will soon be nonexistant. If you would like to keep reading, or read about my adventures in the journey I am about to embark on (that being...hamilton?!? haha) please add my new journal http://perfectamountof.livejournal.com/
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Thanks.
Jenny
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[02 Aug 2004|12:48am] |
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The cold wind slapped me across the face. I was awake now. I walked down the busy streets. No one smiled. An elderly lady walked by. I smiled at her and said "hello"; she turned away. This city is so cold, like the wind. Faces quickly zoomed by me - hurried, angried, rushed, scared, sad, frightened. No one smiled.
I saw a man sitting in a corner, playing his guitar. He was young under his long beard and greying hair. His youth robbed. He was ashamed. I had no money to give him, instead I offered company. He was educated. He spoke well and was informed. We conversed with small talk for a few minutes. He intrigued me. I offered a drink of my hot coffee. He accepted. I sat beside him. I was not afraid, as most people would be. We went on to talk about politics, relationships, life, and death. He was a smart man. I wondered what he was doing here, but I did not ask.
The sky began to go dark. He pulled a blanket out of a garbage bag. He was cold. His clothing was torn and offered no sympathy. I extended my arm and told him to stand and come with me. He followed. We walked to a nearby restauraunt where I bought him some pizza. He ate as though it had been awhile, but he was polite. As he wiped the crumbs from his beard, he thanked me and began for the door. I asked him where he was going.
"I am tired", he said, "I must sleep for the sun will wake me early in the morning". He turned to leave, but it didn't feel right. I stopped him.
"Come with me" I said.
"You've been kind and I thank you. You've done more than your share" he said as he turned back for the door.
I simply smiled and said, "come with me".
The man followed me to my apartment.
"It's not much" I said, "but it's warm. You can sleep here on the couch. I'll be in the room next door if you need me. Take what you want from the fridge, and the bathroom is down the hall, around the corner."
The man smiled. The first time I saw him smile, and it felt right.
"Why are you doing this?" he said.
"I don't know" I responded and turned off the light, "Goodnight".
There was a stranger in my living room. A man one would be scared to approach, but I was not afraid. His smile was friendly and harmless.
I awoke to the sounds of movement in my living room. I was not used to having someone in my apartment. It was cold, but not like the day before. I went into the livingroom and turned up the thermostat. The man was packing his things.
"I don't know how to thank you. I must be going now."
"Where are you going to go?"
"Outside", he hesitated, "I have to get some money. I need to live."
"Here", I said as I handed him a razor, "There are some towels in the closet by the bathroom, and shaving cream on the counter. Use what you like in the shower. I should have breakfast ready by the time you're finished."
He hesitantly headed for the bathroom, and I went into the kitchen. I didn't know what he liked to eat, but I didn't think he'd be very picky. As I prepared a large breakfast consisting of waffles, sausage, and freshly squeezed orange juice, I wondered what I was doing letting this man into my house. The thought left as quickly as it came.
Just as I was setting the table, the man appeared from the bathroom in a towel. He was clean and shaven. He was young; I knew he was young. I stared in awe at this new man standing before me.
"Of course", I said "You need new clothes. You'll have to wear what you have for now. After breakfast we'll go shopping. Come and eat."
The man looked at me questioningly.
"Sit." I said.
He sat quietly and ate. He did not say a word. He looked up to me in wonderment between bites, but he continued to eat.
We went shopping that afternoon and bought him some new clothes and belongings he would need. This continued for a week. He stayed at my apartment. We never spoke of why he lived on the streets, but we had many interesting conversations, both serious and fun. He was a very nice man, and I enjoyed his company...
...And now it's bedtime. My creativity is shot for tonight. I like my earlier posted one better. It's just going downhill. A long day tomorrow. Rehearsal from 10am-5pm, then some errands to do and some supper, then rehearsal again from around 7pm-8:30pm. Works starts tuesday. : S Scary thought.
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[25 Jul 2004|06:41pm] |
Timmy (Vicky's 8 year old brother) was asked if he wanted to put a letter "in the casket", meaning his mother's casket, but he thought they meant the newspaper, so they printed this letter in the paper:
"Child Fondly Remembers His Mother
(Editor's Note: The following is the text of a touching letter seven-year-old Timothy Heywood of Antigonish wrote in remembrance of his mother. We want to share the letter with readers and trust it will touch your heart the same way it touched ours.)
My mom, Sandy Heywood, was a very nice lady. She took very good care of me. The same with my brothers and sister.
I loved her and I always will. I miss her already. She is with God. She will wait for me in Heaven. She will not forget me.
My mom Sandy wrote lots of beauti-ful poems that other people should read.
I love you, Timothy."
He wrote that the day of the wake, and told me about it, and said that it was going to be in the casket. He also put it in his mom's casket. Amazing.
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[24 Jun 2004|01:04pm] |
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Wish You Were Here - Incubus |
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I got this email today after I emailed my dad some prom pictures as he requested:
"Thanks for the pictures Jenny. You look stunning !!! I am very proud of the person that you are. Keep moving forward and making solid decisions. You are now an adult and your life is your own. I will always be there to support you as best I can but you are now responsible for your life. Enjoy it; as far as I know it is the only one you will get.
You are an incredibly intelligent, talented and beautiful young woman. Never settle for second best. You deserve all the good things that life has to offer. Stay close to God, do what you know is right (for that check your gut) and enjoy.
I will love you always:
DAD (:(: "
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[31 Dec 2003|08:05pm] |
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It's New Years Eve, and I'm sitting home alone, trying to amuse myself on the computer. I have a sad, sad life.
i think i might go to bed. this is depressing.
i thought....well i guess i was wrong.
i didn't even need to go to a party, i just wanted some people to hang out with. Even a movie night would have been great....
sigh
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[31 Dec 2003|04:29pm] |
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Happy New Years Eve all. Hope tonight works out well. then I'll be very happy :)
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[28 Dec 2003|07:44pm] |
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I do not exist.
Going to Hali tomorrow for some shopping. Mucho excited.
(We decided to buy the clothes portion of our Christmas presents after Christmas. That way we get to try them on and stuff, plus get sales.)
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| Merry Christmas All!! |
[26 Dec 2003|01:42pm] |
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Ok, I know it's boxing day, but it's still Christmas to me!!
I found out this morning that I have 2 different people who said I could stay with them if/when I go to Toronto. Plus Michelle (my stepsister) is driving up in March and we can go with her. It would only cost part of gas money, which is basically free compared to plane tickets. This is turning out well thus far. If we drive up with Michelle AND have a free place to stay, it would be SO GREAT!! Woohoo.
Hmmm. I got some great things for Christmas and, depending on weather, I'm going to Halifax on Monday or Tuesday for clothes shopping. Boxing day sales!! (We agreed with my mom not to buy any of the clothes that we get for Christmas cause we can go and get sales later, and actually try the things on). I got Evita, Little Shop of Horrors (the musical version), and Finding Nemo!! Woohoo. And some really cool clothes from my dad and patty, along with other things. I'm very excited about th movies. I think I need to buy a VCR, so I can watch them when I go away to university.
Anyways, I'm done. :) Another turkey dinner comming right up.
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[20 Dec 2003|09:03pm] |
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The concert went pretty well the other night (Wednesday I believe). I love singing with a whole, like Jazz band backing me up! How fun is that!! It was weird afterwards, Christine Morrison (from MusicMan) came up to me and was like "Wow. You did a great job. We have to showcase your talent more, like next year in Music of the Night." Although, I probably won't be here for it...haha....it was good to hear, especially comming from her. I mean I hear comments after shows, but it's usually from family and friends, so I never know whether they're telling the truth or not. And plus, I didn't think that was something Christine would ever say. Cool!
Aww...poor Brent. I had to call him today 'cause he was gonna do the draw for the Christmas Baskets we were raffling for band (my mom was putting it on). And he was propped up in bed, and couldn't move 'cause his back was so sore. He got up, and came to my house, and he could hardly walk. It was sad. :( Poor Brent.
I did some Christmas shopping done today, although I was planning on making everything. I only bought a few gifts, and then I bought some trinkets at the $1 store that I plan on using to make more gifts. I really only bought like one gift, my sisters, so I'm still making them.......hopefully.
Anyone have any gift giving ideas for guys?!? They're like impossible to shop for, or make something for, especially on a very tight budget.
Hmmm, well I guess that's it.
[edit: WHY is the "artistic" picture a guy at a computer?!? C'mon!!]
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