Silent Night…Part 8

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The chances of anything coming from Mars were the same as the richest nation in the world electing a buffoon to the rather important position of being the President. Those chances were equally matched by the sight that greeted Duke as he rounded the bend in the road. They were also matched by the thing, that looked like a cigar, which was parked a number of miles above them.

If the recently deceased Santa suddenly appeared overhead on his intercontinental-sleigh, Duke could have not been more surprised.

Why a small mule would cause so much surprise, he did not really know.

Add to that, the sight of Noel kneeling before a young woman who looked like she was ready to burst (his colloquial term for heavily pregnant) and another guy who looked like he could have maybe been the father, and the donkey (it was not a small mule) and Duke thought that he was getting de ja vu all over again.

Noel looked up in preparation for greeting Duke. The greeting didn’t come. Noel’s gaze quickly moved to a area above the tree-lined horizon. Then he pointed, shouted, and looked nothing like the composed Noel of late.

“Choppers,” he managed.

Duke’s dread turned him to face the same direction only in order for it to assure him of the mistake the little guy had made.

“Choppers,” Noel insisted.

Duke finally understood. The little guy was seeing things again and, when the little guy saw things, it was a good idea to take notice.

Duke  moved towards the trinity and the little mule. The young woman who had been on the ground was now starting to rise with the help of both Noel and the father-looking dude. Even though the danger was imminent, he couldn’t help thinking that this was one of the most peaceful things he had ever seen.

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Calm and storm came to mind.

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mike2all

This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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