Our Journeys are personal but along the way they often intersect with the Journeys of others… some of whom may influence and at times even change the path we choose to take. These are just a few of their stories, some are of actual people I have met, while others are of people who have come to me in the dead of night, to whisper in my ear a phrase or line that inspires me to write their story.
This story came to me almost completely intact, pouring itself out on my screen as fast as I could type it.
Some have questioned how it is that I have arrived at the place I am now. I hope this story helps to answer that. It is one of the first stories I wrote so long ago when the best we could offer our dying AIDS patients, was death with some dignity.
Perhaps the single most wonderful experience, which this lifetime can afford us, is the opportunity for falling into Love.
Julie is a person I have never met and have never even known a girl with a story like hers. She introduced herself to me one night in my bedroom, while I was in a dreamlike state, and asked me to write her story. If I were looking for evidence of the paranormal, this would be it.
In looking back, I don’t regret the Journey that has gotten me here… although I wish I could have done more to stop the wars and heal the wounds of hatred.
Peepaws got his name because “Pee” is the Khmer word for two and “Paws” is what most dogs have four of. I was not sure if Peepaws was born defective or had gotten his deformity from some unfortunate accident that should have taken his life… either way I felt the kindest thing for someone to do would be to put him out of his misery.