Short Stories

whenever i think of you, i feel razor sharp words sinking into my every existing feeling. you tormentd me, made my life a living hell. i tried to ignore it, but it just kept sinking your razor sharp words deeper and deeper. nothing i did could stop it, even going to a worthless counseler. she didnt help, it was like she was siding with you. she kept makin gme relive every horrid scream i scram into my soul, and you still torment me to this day. you mock me, but why? i dont know, but i lied to you, you didnt make my life a living hell, you still do. even if you ever leave, you will always have a place in the darkest places of my soul, heart, and brain. and finally my dear reader, you may never know who this 'you' is- a person, object, etc... it could be anything, bu tif you do figure it out, come tell me for i will be waiting in the sad corner of the living hell in which i live.

A few years ago i organized the kick drugs out of America foundation.It is an organization designed to work with high-risk inner-city children.The idea is 2 teash the kids martial arts 2 help raise their self-esteem and instill discipline and respect for themselves and other people.Many of the kids boys as well as girls come from broken homes, had or have abusive parents andare having trouble in school and their lives in general.(I decided to start because of a girl who had so much trouble in her life that she killed herself with a drug overdose.)I am pleased to say that the program has been working very well. after more than 35 years in the martial arts competing and training tousands of young people there is one story that is engraved in my memory.It was told to me by Alice mcCleary one of my black belt instructors.One of her young students showed up for karate training w\o his purple bel.Alice reminded him that part of his responsibility was to have his karate uniform and belt with him at all times."Where is your belt?" she asked.The boy looked at the floor and said he didn't have it."where is it?" Alice repeated.After pressing the boy to answer, he quitely lifted his head and replied "my baby sister died and i put it in her coffin to take to heaven
with her".Alice had tears in her eyes as she told me the story."That belt was probably his most important possetion" she said.The boy had learned to give his bestunselfishly