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I guess from the start or in the beginning I was destined to b Christian. I mean after my all my name is the first book of the New Testament. I was born on Christmas Eve, and Matthew means “Gift of God?” So you might say it is my forgone I would choose Christ as my Savior. I love is more writing. If you are reading this you know that already. My strength is movie reviews. I do write Top Ten lists as well but cinema is my greatest compassion. In both cases my movie reviews as well as my writing were inspired by motivational teacher. My 3rd (and also 4th grade teacher Mrs. Zulick was mi initial inspiration. She got me into a wring contest way back in 1983. Was only in the 3r d grade but she pulled some strings and pushed some buttons to get me into a writing contest called “The Young Author’s contest. Appropriately enough my story had a cinematic tie in. It was about a stuffed animal a baby Ewok. I lost it at the beginning of the school year and wrote about the adventures it must have gone though when I found it at the end of the following school year. I managed to match the description of the torn and tattered Best Friend and mixed that in with my imagination for the perceived adventured it must have gone though to make it back to that lost and found on my Elementary school campus. I won an award for the Contest. I was (due to Mrs. .Zulick ‘s tampering)the youngest person to ever win the award and the first student to win such and honor on his first entry. The following year I took the contest more seroiusly and tried to up the ante. I of course lost and made the realization that one can never capture the moment a second time. Chapter 1 The High Schol Daze In High schhol I was always writing. I felt naked with out a pencil in my hand and with out a notebook to write in. At the time my stories always involved my friends and were fantasy or adventures. I fantasized about the twins who sat in front of me in Life Science and wrote them into my stories. It was fairly perfect that they were neither identical in looks or personality. It was perfect that one was sweet and the other sour. The “prettier” one admonished me for my faith and insulted or tested my religious believe at every happenstance. The more subtle one and also quitter be friend me since I was the best person (and only) student she know that was not intimidated by her evil “step sister” It was from these wombmates that I learned tow concepts so often seen in the world of cinema. The Evil twin story as well as the Cinderella concept as well. These two feuding roommates also taught me two important life concepts as well. A) never judge a book by it’s cover and pretty and popular do not always make a “Better person” I preferred the less attractive twin. Ironically now that same concept comes into play with the “Twins” I have befriended in college. I am now a huge fan of the Women’s soccer team. I wrote three pieces for them in my one year while on staff of a student lead newspaper. My confidence while on staff for that aforementioned newspaper grew greatly and to this day it has fueled my indolence. I see a spark or glitter in my self more colorful that on the 4th of July.

Letter to my Co-workers

Dear Crew and Co-Workers: As thanks giving day is not too far away I urge you to remember what the day stands for. It is a day to give thanks and praise and to honor those people and persons who deserve it. I plead with you all to honor and give thank to Carol Ann Kleckler. She has been our Head Store Manager for over a year now. WE owe her some respect. She has kept us afloat through two hurricanes, (check dates) an Earth quake (Pa’s 1st in decades.) and even an early November blizzard. Yet people malign her on daily basis. In her tenior we have incorporated many new employees both transfers and new hires. Most of you reading this letter in in those aforementioned categories. I therefore implore you all to remember that you still have jobs. The (reported) unemployment rate is up to 8%. The only reason the number is that low is since many people have been unemployed so long they stop counting them. I know for a fact that everyone reading this has a job and you should be grateful for that fact.

Kitchen Dodge Ball

Simon walks in to Mark's Apartment. There are dishes, bowls, pots, pans and various kitchen appliances sprawled through out the living room. Mark is hunched down behind the living room sofa; witch is pushed over on its side and being used as a barricade from flying kitchen debris. "I love what you've done with the place" Simon quipped. It has that tornado look going for it. What happened?” Simon asked. "I might have, maybe perhaps, sort of, called your sister fat. I think." Mark replied. Dish flies overhead. "You think? I would say so. Simon stated matter of factly. Large kitchen fork is flung through the air. "I think you pissed her off. That's what I think." Simon stated bluntly. What exactly did you say about my darling sister? Bowl comes flying out of nowhere. "Well" Mark started. "All I said really was, yes." Mark hesitated. Several projectiles that resemble kitchen knives come out of the kitchen. "What was the question?" Simon inquired bluntly" Bunt pan penetrates the air with great velocity. "Do I look fat in this?" Mark answered with utmost hesitation. Several cans of Alpo dog food escape the kitchen door. "And you said yes to that?" Simon stymied" "Exactly how long have you been married to my sister? A rolling pin breaks the surface of the wall behind them. "Two years in September. "Mark answered proudly. " And not a day has gone by that I don't appreciate her for her radiant beauty" A trashcan breaks the window of the living room. "Then why on God's green Earth did you call my sister your wife, fat?" Simon inquired. Mixing bowl shatters apart on the sofa in front of them. "Um, You see, it's like, She's kind of showing." Marked replied with hesitation. A teapot shimmies across the surface of the coffee table landing in front of the sofa. "Showing what?! Showing how?! Your divorce attorney is going to be showing you papers if you keep up talking like that." Simon bellowed. "No, No, No, nothing like that." Mark answered matter of factly. Old fashioned salt and paper shakers escape though the opening from the kitchen. Landing inches from Mark's now ducked under head "Nice job honey you almost got me" Mark tried enthusiastically" A cutting board comes out of nowhere. "She's showing." Stated matter of factly. "You know her pregnancy." He filled in. Simon's jaw dropped to the ground and his eyes starred blankly at his frightened brother-in-law. "Wh Wh What Simon stuttered." "You didn't know?" Mark questioned. "I thought She told you." I'm sorry you're gonna be an uncle. Naomi's Pregnant, two months." "Congratulations sis" I always knew you'd make a great mother some day I guess that days going to be sooner than later. "Thanks sweetie." Elizabeth answered through grunts. “Ughhh! You'll be a wonderful uncle too. As for the father figure, I'm not quite sure right now.” A microwave oven breaks through to the plane of the kitchen entrance crash landing on the glass dinning room in the room between her and the men. Heavy breathing emanates from the kitchen. Elizabeth is seemingly out of breath. "You ready to talk now love muffin?" Mark asks hopefully. "I would hope so." Simon answers, finally able to stand upright and relieved that his sister was finished with her seemingly deadly wrath driven rampage. " I mean really honey you've thrown everything in there but the kitchen... "Sink!!!" The two men say together. Mark and Simon run screaming out of the front screen door kicking it off its hinges as they exit rather hurriedly. There is a sea of appliances and other objects sprawled though out the living room.

The Purple Soccer Ball Award

The first person to receive the ‘Purple Sock Award’ was the main lady I contribute for leading me to Christ. She was the head cheerleader my high school. Our colors were purple and gold. She was also leader of our on campus Bible Study in 1992. Over years the unique award has gone to a special friend(s). The award has gone to many special ladies for various reasons. They have all meant someone thing special to me and had a special unique meeting in my heart. For you ladies. I turned it into a purple soceer ball. This ball was found disregarded and ignored in the parking lot I work in. I could relate to this ball before my time at your university. I felt ignored and disregarded much like the ball. Now every day when I walk on campus a beautiful young lady calls my name. None are more special or more highly cherished than you ladies. Before my time at on Campus I hated soccer. I openly maligned everywhere. Including in the house of my home Bible study and residential dwelling of an college student that uses Soccer as a missionary guise to reach impoverished ill knowledged potential Christians. My mother and stepfather gave out purple socks as s stocking suffers and the tradition lasted with my mom longer than second her marriage. I have continued the tradition and made it my own. It has now lasted ten years longer than my mother’s life. I give it not only in my mothers fortitude, but also in the Lord's, they make up my own. These two aforementioned spirits are part of the man I am today. One pair of socks went to the first person I met as I walked into sanctuary of my church. An inspirational young lady I will never forget. She has some thing in common with many of you. + Her name is Kara. + She is a twin. + Her Birthday is February 16th. The original prize went to a lifeguard I meet in 2008. She was my main inspiration for returning to school. Her name was Mara; This prize is for all of you however. Every soccer player (Women’s and boys) past, present and future. May they all inspire a 38 year old autism student like me to donate both heartfel time and effort as openly as I have over the past two semesters. P.S. There is may yet be more great “Gifts” to come just as long as you keep on kicking but and scoring goals for God.