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Title: Fortune Cookie Nightmare
This essay is submitted in the spirit of Payton James Freeman. He fought against the odds, and lived well beyond his life expectancy.
WE, and I mean ALL of US, have a fight on our hands.
Actually, it is not yet a fight. We continue to tolerate a descent into a world where everyone seems to be out for themselves. It is time we take a stand and bring back the values that made us proud.
It is not about a generation past; although they stood for something we seemed to have lost. We can be the generation that future generations talk about. There’s a Golden Rule of doing to others as you would have them do unto you.
The hope of my essay is to bring attention to some things that exist today, and to hopefully start something that changes them.
I would like to have it become a battle for good values.
I have seven self-published fiction books, but I would like my next book to be a non-fiction book on personal values in the work place.
Just maybe this essay will bring enough attention to my quest and some emphasis for ALL of US to do something good for someone else.
We can do something positive today, or accept the consequences of the future.
The little thing that changed me was opening a fortune cookie and finding no fortune inside. Hopefully, I don’t need a fortune cookie to tell me what I need to do.
Please take just a few minutes to read my essay – Fortune Cookie Nightmare.
I am inspired to write my next book, and I hope this essay will inspire others to take a stand and join the fight, or at least create a positive disturbance.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
Dick C. Waters
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He stood at the counter clutching the order receipt. When the clerk turned, her shocked expression reminded him of his disheveled appearance. Despite the additional sleeping pills, he didn’t sleep well last night. His mind fixated on what Vanessa finally shared with him. He respected her wishes, but still didn’t know what to do.
The clerk finally pulled the receipt from his fingers, looked at it, smiled and turned to retrieve the roses he ordered. Her smile finally gave him his answer. He wanted Vanessa’s smile more than anything.
“Miss, wait. I don’t want to cancel my order.” He noticed her confusion. “I’m sorry. Could you deliver the two dozen to where they will brighten someone’s day, and I will pay the extra charge.”
“Okay. I know someone who will appreciate them. Is there anything else?”
“This is going to sound odd, but can I have one long stem red rose, along with one long stem yellow rose and a pink carnation?”
“How do you want them assembled?”
“Please put them together in a vase.”
“How do you want the card to read?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you lost your parents and your baby sister in the car accident.”
He noticed the young girl’s eyes tearing up. “Could you please put a blue carnation in a separate small vase and on that card put the inscription, ‘you were saved to bring this new life into the world…will you marry me?’”