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"All were called but few were chosen. Are you among them."
“All were called, but few were chosen: Are you among the few?” History both ancient and modern are full of great people, both men and women of exceptional gifts and qualities they worked on and were well known in their era for their achievements, some for centuries after their departures. Put in another way, they came, they saw, they worked and they conquered.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Humans
1965
A lot happened in 1965. 56 years ago... The United States escalated its involvement in the Vietnam War that year. Bloody Sunday and the March on Selma happened. In New York, Malcom X was assassinated and The Worlds Fair was held. Tom & Jerry, Jefferson Airplane and A Charlie Brown Christmas made their debuts. The Gateway Arch was completed in St. Louis, the Pillsbury Doughboy was created and Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act into law. 1965 was an extremely significant year. For my 4 year old self if held a different kind of significance; although there is no way that I could have know that at the time.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux5 years ago in Humans
Everybody Wang Chung
Iowa was a great place to grow up. As a kid, I could play with friends in the corn fields or ride bikes on the gravel roads. I would leave home before lunch and come back home at dinner. And my mom would never worry. When I rode in the car with my folks, we listened to KFAB, the big AM station out of Omaha, for our news, the farm report, weather and, most importantly to me, the music. I can remember the Eagles and CCR in the 70s and singing along in the back seat.
By Timothy Gartin5 years ago in Humans
Afro Puffs, Dashiki, and Bell-Bottom Blues
Sounds from a transistor radio blasting Eric Clapton, Sly and the Family Stone, The Bee Gees, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, The Beatles, The Supremes. You are ready to go out. It doesn't matter where you are going. You have to feel good. You have to look good. You are young and you have a dream you are going places, but you need to look like the world belongs to you. the 60s opened a new life other excitement. War. Make Love not war dancing in the street burning bras it opened my eyes should I wear Flowers in my hair the student union we're meeting there it's time to sign up for the sitting where your brother’s dashi the colors blind you as you look in the mirror the Blues yellows, greens, red they match the rainbow. You've got to put it over your head carefully as not to mess up your Afro puffs. It took you are mourning temperature here and rap the rubber bands around your her trying to escape its imprisonment. your hair looks fabulous. You're running around like a chicken with his head cut off where are your pants where are you change dirty are in the corner of the room it didn't even take the time to fold them up. Did I wear those yesterday? I don't have time to wander. I'm late for my first 8:30 class. Biology. Ug h! The only thing I like about biology is my professor Mr. Kelly. Francine and I both I fell in love with Mr. Kelly on the first day of class. She made me stay behind after class well she asked him 50 stupid questions about an assignment she had already done. I don't know what I'm gonna do my brothers in Vietnam and I have to write to him again. I don't know anything about Vietnam. I only know that it's wrong. I wrote a letter to one of my brothers Air Force buddies his name was Daniel. He wrote me back I remember he told me that the letter I sent him was a sweet-smelling letter. How did the perfume I spray on the latter stay strong enough to last from Baltimore to Vietnam? I'm afraid to write him again because I don't wanna lose him. If something happens to him my heart will break. My heart is tender. I only have room for one heartbreak. And I'm saving that for my brother in case he doesn't return. So, is off to school. Arrival France sing and she's playing James Brown I'm black and I'm proud with every beat she stops and starts the car. That girl is crazy. But we are friends. She's wearing she's wearing a headband with beads and tide started back Francine’s hair is too WAVY and curly to go in two Afro puffs like mine. She kinda looks like someone from the Blackfoot tribe she said her mother said they have Indian in them I really don't know what that means but because my hair this course and worry I suppose I don't have any Indian in me. Francine is wearing a dashi key too I don't think she got her Dashiki from her old oldest brother because Francine is an only child the fabric of her dashiki is just as bold and bright as mine, but we don't match. Francine is very tall, and her Bell bottoms look better on her because of her length she has the statue's look. I'm short and chubby so my Bell bottoms are too long you can't even see my feet I might as well be barefoot but I choose to wear sandals Zorro’s not really sandals they're like shoes you can get for $0.10 on the Avenue we call them sorrows I don't even know what material they're made out of but they come in different colors Anne of the construction never Zorro was quite precarious one trip end the song will be released from the center of the shoe and you can't fix it believe you me I've tried the only thing you can do let's go back download Ave and buy another pair of sorrows. Trancing turned up the radio and parks her car in the parking lot of the canteen. We get out looking fly but afraid about own shadows and this brand-new world a protest, demonstrations, and college classes. When we walk in the cat team canteen, we see ourselves reflected in the other students. Fashion al fashion is their fashion. What we wear is who we are. Perhaps the future will allow us to maintain this dress code because it was the right dress for the right time. I think we need to go back and get it because the fight isn't over.
By Saja Bo Storm5 years ago in Humans
Me, Merlot, and a girl named Rosealee
The glowing stars were brilliant in all their glory on that warm June night, only second to my perfect bottle of Merlot and my date, a girl named Rosealee. My Merlot, a perfect choice, as I used a carefully designed algorithm to perfectly match the wine in a harmonic cadence of my sensual taste. The night would not have been wasted sitting under the stars drinking the Merlot with the perfect company, Rosealee. However, star gazing was not on the agenda for the night.
By Jeff Crise, Amanda M.G. Busch, Josh Crise5 years ago in Humans
Smoke and Mirrors
The smell of gunpowder and smoke still lingered on his tattered clothes. Rebecca had been watching him for hours, waiting for him to wake up or pass away. Helen had done what she could for him, the shrapnel which had torn through his uniform lay in a bowl by his feet, and now it was a slow wait for God to decide his fate. She gently wiped his brow, the damp cloth darkening his copper blonde hair to a murky brown. His eyes flickered fitfully under closed lids, face twitching in pain. Rebecca knew he would not feel half of what the explosion had caused for Helen had dosed him heavily with Willow Bark to numb the pain, yet she still felt the sting in her heart as she watched him react to his wounds. She was in favour of Cromwell, after all, the King had done nought but ravage his country with taxes and his push to reunite England with Rome, but her gentle nature wept for each solider and innocent caught up in the war. The man on the table could only have been a few years older than herself, the soft down of a man's beard beginning its spread like the first buds of spring. Yet here he lay, somewhere between worlds and facing an uncertain future, for fighting for the king.
By Victoria Tunney5 years ago in Humans
The Best Things in Life are...free.
My mother and I loved to drop into antique shops and follow “Garage sale” signs when I was growing up, satisfying our shared addictions of hidden treasures and good discounts. My sister was not as enthusiastic as my mother and me, but she indulged our imaginations and was generally a good sport, if not quite as willing to lose a day as we were on our own. Any time the three of us girls were out of town together without my dad, we would go to any antique shop, thrift store, garage or estate sale we could find until whatever appointment we were in town for or we got too hungry to wait.
By Amelia Grace Newell5 years ago in Humans
An Angel-Sent Antique Shop
Tucked in a nook in Noonday, Texas stands two pink and yellow buildings housing hundreds of preloved pieces. Just a single step into Our Little Corner will keep you there for longer than you should be, but not as much as you’d like to. The shift of an eye offers another item you just may die without. Frank Sinatra songs float through the air from an fm radio, encouraging patrons to dance down the aisles. No girl can deny The Sultan of Swoon, so of course we did just that, following the riffs to the record section.
By Hailey Narvaez5 years ago in Humans
Miss Oehler's Lost Book
Though not addicted to such excursions, I admittedly love to browse through antique malls and thrift stores. When I do treat myself, I am usually and immediately drawn to the crystal and porcelain items, always flipping said items over to look for watermarks and stamped makers' marks. However, it doesn’t have to be Waterford, Meissen, or Limoges to attract my interest. I often find a pretty, old, and yet inexpensive, piece of crystal or porcelain as utterly perfect in many ways as the more expensive ones. There’s just something indescribably wonderful about holding someone else’s previously treasured items in your hands. It’s as if you’re looking into an unknown individual's life and getting a slight glimpse into that person's soul, if only for a mere moment.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
