At My Kitchen Table
I awoke this morning to snow. I sit
drinking hot coffee, the cup warms my hands. Will
the cold weather ever end, I wonder. Morning
light slants through partially open blinds. Small
yellow-almond colored winter wren watches me
watch him as he eats teasing seed from hanging
Where, I ask? Where is the sun??? I continue sit-
ting, this morning for a long time contemplating
life, my life.
It has been a long journey traveling on this path
through life. An adventure actually, at times the
path stretched into the distance straight and
smooth. At other times it deviated appearing to
go astray filled with weeds and stones. Times
when I made my prayers sang my songs as I
walked out my place on this earth. I continued to
sit at the kitchen table - a stone.
The wind outside starts, I listen. An archaic stone
inlaid with sea shells, perhaps from a pre-Adamite
world, lying on the table remembers life in a far
distant place a far far distant time. High above
warm shallow seas in a cave, men rattled antlers
together. They danced, they chanted they sang.
Meadow Lark riding swaying grasses welcomed
sun rise. Magpie screeched at coyote padding
silently along trail. Falcon circled high above on
I return to myself. Coffee has gone cold. I am
amazed at how much time has passed as I sat in
Life, wind rain, sunshine will come. I will meet
it with courage, understanding, with love. I will
choose to go on enduring, living, overcoming with
victory. Life, it has been a long journey, a good
on withered roses. -k
(Karen Schafer lives in Grand Junction and writes
about life in Colorado)
The Reading Room
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
¡°It was great, Dad.¡±
¡°Did you see how poor people live?¡± the father
¡°Oh yeah,¡± said the son.
¡°So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?¡±
asked the father.
The son answered, ¡°I saw that we have one dog
and they had four. We have a pool that reaches
to the middle of our garden, and they have a
creek that has no end. We have imported lan-
terns in our garden, and they have the stars at
night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and
they have the whole horizon. We have a small
piece of land to live on, and they have fields
that go beyond our sight. We have servants who
serve us, but they serve others. We buy our
food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around
our property to protect us; they have friends to
The boy¡¯s father was speechless.
Then his son added, ¡°Thanks, Dad, for showing
me how poor we are.¡±
in an annoyed tone of voice. ¡°I¡¯m talking
to my brother here from Chicago whom I
haven¡¯t seen in ages,¡± he said without waiting
for a reply to his question.
¡°Well, I want to talk to you about my broth-
er,¡± Tess answered back in the same annoyed
tone. ¡°He¡¯s really, really sick... and I want to
buy a miracle.¡±
¡°I beg your pardon?¡± said the pharmacist.
¡°His name is Andrew, and he has something
bad growing inside his head, and my Daddy
says only a miracle can save him now. So
how much does a miracle cost?¡±
¡°We don¡¯t sell miracles here, little girl. I¡¯m
sorry, but I can¡¯t help you,¡± the pharmacist
said, softening a little.
¡°Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it
isn¡¯t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me
how much it costs.¡±
The pharmacist¡¯s brother, a well dressed
man, heard this conversation and stooped
down and asked the little girl, ¡°What kind of a
miracle does your brother need?¡±
¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Tess replied with her eyes
welling up. I just know he¡¯s really sick, and
Mommy says he needs an operation. But my
Daddy can¡¯t pay for it, so I want to use my
¡°How much do you have?¡± asked the man
¡°One dollar and eleven cents,¡± Tess answered
barely audibly. ¡°And it¡¯s all the money I have,
but I can get some more if I need to.¡±
¡°Well, what a coincidence,¡± smiled the man.
¡°A dollar and eleven cents, that¡¯s the exact
price of a miracle for little brothers!¡±
He took her money in one hand and with the
other hand he grasped her mitten and said
¡°Take me to where you live. I want to see
your brother and meet your parents. Let¡¯s see
if I have the miracle you need.¡±
That well dressed man was a surgeon spe-
cializing in neurosurgery. The operation was
completed free of charge, and it wasn¡¯t long
until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about
the chain of events that had led them to this
¡°That surgery,¡± her Mom whispered. ¡°was a
real miracle. I wonder how much it would
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents...
plus the faith of a little child.
Roger, who was 19 years old, was buying an
expensive bracelet, to surprise his girlfriend on
Valentine¡¯s Day, at a very smart jeweller¡¯s shop in
Hatton Garden, London.
The jeweller inquired, ¡®Would you like your girl-
friend¡¯s name engraved on it?¡¯
Roger thought for a moment, grinned, then
answered, ¡®No, instead engrave it saying, ¡°To my
one and only love¡±.¡¯
The jeweller smiled and said, ¡®Yes, sir; how very
romantic of you.¡¯
Roger retorted with a glint in his eye, ¡®Not ex-
actly romantic, but very practical. This way, if we
break up, I can use it again.¡¯
My One And Only
How much for a miracle?
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a
glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and
counted it carefully. The total had to be exactly
perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and
twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door
and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall¡¯s Drug Store
with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give
her some attention, but he was too busy at this
moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuff-
ing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with
the most disgusting sound she could muster. No
good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and
banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
¡°And what do you want?¡± the pharmacist asked
How The Poor Live
One day, a father of a very wealthy family
took his son on a trip to the country with the
firm purpose of showing his son how poor
people live. They spent a couple of days and
nights on the farm of what would be consid-
ered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father
asked his son, ¡°How was the trip?¡±
¡°The best thing to hold onto in
life is each other.¡± - Audrey Hepburn