Trapped in time

Driving home from work I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, I hit a huge pot hole. I thought boy is Susan going to be mad. Then I noticed that the world seemed to be going from a gray to color. However the color world wasn’t the same. Confused, I pulled to the side of the road to examine my surroundings.

I tried to stand but my knees gave out on me and I fell back into the driver‘s seat. The car started to look like an old truck from the 1930’s.  The steering wheel of my minivan was huge and chunky instead of small and sleek. I got out of the car to see if there were other changes as well. But that didn’t seem to fit my car and neither did the fact that my tires were now white walls. In the pickup there was no air conditioner or radio. Since I couldn’t drive this car or any car right now I got up and decided to walk to the local food store.

In the store I picked up a newspaper and saw that it was 1936. I also brought some food because I was hungry. Walking around the store in shock I bumped into a woman.

“I’m sorry miss. I didn’t see you there” I said.

“That’s okay I’m fine” She replied.

“What’s your name? I’m Michael”.

“Nice to meet you Michael I’m Maria”

“I’m completely lost as I’m not from here. Can you help me find a place to stay?”

“There’s a charming little hotel around here called the El Rey Court,” She said

 “Sounds nice I’ll think I’ll head there. My car is broke down.  Is there a cab around here?”

“Yes, there’s one that stops here every fifteen minutes. You’d better hurry the next one will be here in two minutes.”

I rushed to buy my food. Then I happened to think my money might happen to look like it did 2011. I pulled it out and quickly realized it has changed too. I heaved a sigh of relief.

I arrived at the El Rey Court around seven p.m. I know I didn’t have a reservation but I asked for a room at the front desk. They had one room available and they gave it to me.

I was wearing a red shirt, blue tie, and a gray suit. As a Professor of History I recognized that my simple suit from 2011 was now a drape cut suit and tie. The drape cut suit has folds upon folds so it looks like it overlapped at points.

In 2011 I taught at New Mexico Highlands University and yet somehow I found myself trapped in 1936.  .

I couldn’t seem to figure out where I knew Maria from. I got this feeling that I’d seen her before. I felt some deep connection to her.  She reminded me of my Grandma Maria. I found myself thinking she was pretty. She had the most beautiful smile. Plus her figure was like an hour glass.

We agreed to meet at the park the next day just to talk.

“So Maria what do you do for a living?”

“Well right now I’m a school teacher. So what do you do for a living?”

“Well right now I’m unemployed. Do you know if anyone is hiring?”

“Yes the local grocery store is hiring right now, “she said.

“Okay thank you, I think I’ll go apply for the job.”

            So the next day I headed to the local grocery store Smith’s Food and Drug to apply for a job.  The job they were hiring for was cashier to which I used to do while going to college to get my degree.  Even though I had some experience I filled out the application with trepidation as I had never worked a manual cash register before and my math skills were horrible.

            That night I met Maria in the hotel dining room for dinner and we talked about my day.

            “Well I applied for a job at Smith’s Food and Drug today. I hope I get the job.”

            “You’ll get the job because you’re smart and I bet you’re a fast learner.”

            “Well I may be a fast learner but my math isn’t so good.”

            “Oh I bet you pick it up really fast.”

            “I don’t know about that Maria, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

            Maria seemed to have this grandmotherly feel about her. Yet I had these feelings for her I couldn’t seem to explain. Oh no she can’t be my grandmother.  My grandma Maria Katko died on February 22, 1995. I was eighteen. Then I remember I’m in 1936. I decided to ask Maria some questions.

            “So how old are you Maria?”

            “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady her age?”

            “I’m just wondering because you remind me of someone I knew.”

            “Wow. In that case I’m 30. I’m married to a great man.”

“Who are you married to?”

“I am married to a guy named Charles Katko, why?”

“Just wondering.  You remind me of my grandmother, Maria Katko.”

“We just got married two days ago. We’ve been saving up for the big day.”

Oh crap, she is my grandmother Maria. Now what am I going to do? I’m in love with my own grandmother and never mind the fact she’s married. Oh crap, I’m doomed.

            Then I thought about my wife and kids in 2011. How do I get back to 2011? The more I thought about my wife and kids in 2011 the more I realized that I needed to get back to that time.

Then it hit me I may never get back to 2011. Then what would happen to my wife Susan and my kids in that time period. And what about me what would happen to me. As I thought about all this, I wondered what would happen if I married another girl here in 1936. I just had to get back to 2011 but how.

After some thought I called Maria from the hotel phone and asked her some hypothetical questions.

“Maria say you weren’t already married, what is the type of guy you would date?”

“Well I like the rugged handsome type sort of like you why do you ask?”

“I asked because um I’m just curious. So what do want to do on a first date?”

“Boy you are sure curious. My ideal first date would be a picnic on the beach with my best guy why.”

“Well Maria I may be stuck here a while and I was wondering if things were different here from where I was from.

“Oh I see. So at this time you’re single and looking to date someone. Do you have someone in mind?”

“Yes and no. The someone I’m in love with is already married so that complicated things. But I think about making love to this woman any way.”

“What if that someone also thought about making love to this man.?”

“What are you saying Maria that you want to make love to me as well?”

“Yes that are what I’m saying.”

“Wait a minute you’re married! Why are you thinking of making love to me?”

“Well Charles slapped me yesterday for no reason. I guess he thought I cheated on him which I didn’t.”

“I haven’t been totally honest with you. I’m not single I’m married in another time period. I come from the year 2011.”

“Yeah I know you weren’t from 1936. I did some research on you. And there is no record of you yet so I figured you were from distance future. Unfortunately I have no idea how to get you back to your time. So I figure I might as well make love to you. I’ve fallen in love with you too Michael.”

Needless to say I wasn’t surprised. I mean I did pursue her pretty hard. So, I decided to look for a house in this small town. I’m still in New Mexico but where exactly I’m not sure. But one thing was bothering me, the fact that Maria wasn’t surprised I was from the 2011. Something just isn’t right here. What kind of research could she have done? One thing was for sure I needed to know what she knew.

“Hi Maria, how are you doing?”

“I am fine. How are you doing? Why are you being so formal Michael?”

“I am fine, thank you. What makes you think I am being formal?”

“It’s the way you’re taking l and looking around.”

“I need to know what you know about me because it all seems so surreal to me. Like the fact you knew I was married and I was from the year 2011.”

“I told you I did some research on you.”

“Yes you did but how could you some of the resources available to you in 2011 isn’t available in 1936.”

“Yes I know. Yet somehow I was able to get files on you in 1936 in our library. There I was just sitting there when this strange guy came out of nowhere and handed me a file with your name on it. How come you didn’t tell me you were related to me or Charles, Michael Katko?”

“Yes you are my grandmother Maria. And you know my full name is Michael Kristopher Katko. Yeah my parents wanted Christopher with a C but you said spell it with a K sounds much better. What doesn’t make sense here is how did this guy come to you and what time period did he comes from?”

“He said he came from 2011 in a wormhole. The wormhole was open long enough for him to bring me the file and leave. But he did say there may be away for you to get back to your time through another wormhole.”

“You mean I could get back to 2011 through a wormhole in time. What would happen to us?”

“I would still be your grandmother in the future till I die in 1995. Yes that file contained that too. But I don’t know how to create a wormhole or how you got here in the first place.”

So I go back to the car um pickup truck I left at the side of road. Once I got there however, I discovered the pickup truck was towed to the local gas station. So I go walk to the local gas station to pick up the pickup truck. Somehow I have to recreate the wormhole in which I traveled through to get back to 2011.

the romance

Frances is tired of being single so as she, walks the boardwalk of hometown she looks at the single men. As she walks the boardwalk she takes in the various games, the clown next too one of the many pizza joints selling pizza, the Ferris wheel as it spins around. She notices Anthony, a guy she went to high school with. He is about three inches taller than Frances and he has the long legs of a ballet dancer.

He still single but he is shy around the ladies. One day Frances asks his friend Valentine for Anthony’s address.  Frances waits and waits for Valentine to give her Anthony’s address to, but no avail. Frustrated she calls her best friend Tamara for his address and decides to write Anthony a letter.

Dear Anthony,

Hi my name is Frances March. Do you remember me? We went to high school together. What have you been up to lately? I am cashier at a food store. So, what do you do for a living? Enclosed is a copy of my picture.

Sincerely yours,

Frances

Frances

p.s. write back soon

            Dear Frances,

            Hi Frances yes I remember you. You were in my math class right?  I haven’t been up too much. I work for my dad at his law firm. I am lawyer in training and I hate it. However, my dad Anthony Richardson III won’t let me pursue my dreams of being of a writer.

Sincerely,

Anthony

Anthony

p.s. I hope you write back soon.

            Dear Anthony,

            Yes I was in your math class. I was also your French class with Miss Emmeline Frappier. Do you remember her?  Why won’t your dad let you pursue your dream of being a writer if that makes you happy? Your dad sounds mean to me.

Sincerely,

Frances

Frances

            Dear Frances,

            I remember Miss Frappier and the way she pronounced your name. My dad doesn’t believe writing is a lucrative business and is not worth the time and expenses. I think we should meet at the beach not too far from either from either of our houses. Let’s say two days from today which is 10-15-12.

Sincerely,

Anthony

Anthony

p.s. email me answer your answer.

            To: Anthony

            Subject: beach

            Yes I will meet you at the beach on 10-17-12. So you will be able to find me I will wear a red blouse with blue buttons, dark green skirt, and blue hat with red rose on it. Oh by the way what time should we meet?

Frances

            To: Frances

            Subject: beach

            I will meet you there at 1p.m. I will be wearing a blue sweat shirt with a dragon on it, a pair dark black jeans and blue sneakers. I’ll meet you by the big clown.

Anthony

At the beach they greet each other.

“Hi Frances said”

            “Hi Anthony replied”

            “So Anthony why are you so shy around the girls? I mean you were and still are the handsomest man I know.” said Frances.

“Umm well I guess it’s because I am so popular with the girls it makes me want to shy away from them.” Anthony said.

“Oh really that would have the opposite effect on me. I guess that’s because I’m already outgoing. Does your dad let you have any kind of pets?”  Frances asked.

“Yeah we have two cats, but they aren’t getting along right now. One is a new kitten we named Fritz Corey and other is older one we had for a while that is named Grayson Raspberry. Do you have any pets?”  Anthony asked.

“Yeah we also have two cats. One is named Rebecca Angel but we call her Becky and the other is named Tigger you know like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh she said.”

“Cool I love Winnie the Pooh. My favorite is Eeyore.  Who is your favorite?” He asked.

“My favorite is Piglet he’s so cute and shy. In a way he reminds me of you.  She replied.

“Do you want to walk on the beach?” Anthony asked.

“Don’t be silly the beach is closed for the winter. So why don’t we just walk the boardwalk for a while.” Okay she replied.

As they walked the boardwalk they talked some more. As the afternoon wore on they ate pizza for lunch, drank Sprite and Pepsi respectively. Then it happened, Anthony’s dad called and said it was emergency.

“Your dad sure knows how to ruin a good time.  Frances said.

“Yeah I know Anthony replied. But I do have to go it’s a major court case.” He said.

“Sometimes I forget you’re a big time lawyer. And with that comes with a big responsibility. I hate that your father is controlling your life.” she said.

“I feel the same way too at times but at least I make good money. Plus I hope we can do this again sometime. Well I have to go see yea.” He said

With that he left Frances standing there stunned and alone. Frances began to sob uncontrollably in front a silly old clown on the boardwalk at the beach. Stranded on the bench on the boardwalk Frances decides to get up and go home.

As she walks home she reflects on the day. The day wasn’t all that bad. First, she had a wonderful breakfast with her family. Then she met Anthony at the beach for lunch. Oh and yeah the kiss they almost shared when his phone rang and his dad called him away. Now she was on her way home. Yet somehow she didn’t feel so utterly alone even though she was.

Meanwhile back at the law office.

 “Dad what was so important that you had to interrupt my date with Frances? Today was supposed to be my day off.” Anthony said.

“I know Tony but I don’t like that white trash Frances girl. You can do better than her. You know like Sara Sue from accounting down the hall.”  Anthony the III said.

“You dad you can’t control my life let alone my love life. If I want to date Frances March I will!” Anthony said.

“Tony be reasonable she’s a low rate cashier at the Albertsons. Just forget about her she’s trashy and no good. Next thing I know you’ll want to pursue your dream of becoming a writer.” Anthony the III said.

“You don’t get it dad I like her I mean I really like her. She approached me first that may be true but I like that about her. She is helping me get over my shyness when it comes to girls and that should make you happy.” Anthony said.

“It’s true I want you to be happy but not at the expense of the family name. I’d rather have you remain shy then come out with that woman.” Anthony the III said.

“I know we are rich and upper class compared to Frances but she works hard and she’s lonely just like me. Plus you’ve never met her how do you know she’s trashy? I think you think she’s trashy because she’s middle class.  Richardson is a common name dad. I know to you it doesn’t seem so common because you come from a long line Richardson’s and lawyers and lawyer sons.” he said.

“I’m also thinking about the company we have been Richardson and Son since 1876. That’s over 130 years. I think you will blemish our company name if one day you decide to marry this trashy girl.”  Anthony the III said.

“You know dad I respect the company name but I never wanted to be a lawyer as you know, I wanted to be a writer! Sometimes I hate you for forcing me to become a lawyer. Why in your wildest dreams I would stop listening to you is hard to believe. But you know what dad I’m going to make plans to have that second date with Frances to see how it goes.”  Anthony said.

With that Anthony left the law office and went for a walk. As he walked, he cleared his mind. The fight with his dad left him exhausted. Why couldn’t he date who wanted? His dad dated his mom Sara May when they were younger. How dare his dad tell him who to date?

Also walking to relieve stress was Frances she was worried Anthony wouldn’t want to see her again after that day on the beach. Did I give my cell phone number which is 972-767-9875 I can’t remember?

Deep in thought neither of them see the other person so the crash into each other. Then they look up and hug.

“What happened with your dad?” Frances asked.

“I don’t want to talk about that. What I want is a second date with you. So what do you say?” Anthony asked?

“Yes I would love a second date!” Frances replied.

“That would be great I know this great restaurant in Huston.” Anthony said.

“Great what is it called?” she asked.

“Can’t tell you it’s a surprise.” he replied.

So on 10/19/12 Anthony took Frances to the Just Oxtails Soul Food restaurant. Dinner was great. 

Time traveler lesson 4 of a writing course 1069 words

The day began as any other day; I was at home with my wife and kids. Then I began to notice strange things going on. In conversation with my wife, we said:

“Sorry honey I have to go, work waits for me.”

 “Don’t forget your lunch sweetie.”

“Wait isn’t that Mr. Jameson and didn’t I just help him up the stairs just yesterday?”

“Yes you did dear.”

“Well now he looks like he’s 17. What’s going on here?”

 “It could be Mr. Jameson grandson dear you know.”

“I agree Susan. I’m off to work.”

Driving home from work on January 31, 2011 I just miss hitting a deer instead I hit a pole and boy is Susan going to be mad I totaled another car. My eyes seem blurry and the world around me seems to be half black and white and half color. But instead of the regular colors they almost seem cartoon like. I think I’m having a bad dream nothing around me seems to make sense. I decided to examine my surroundings.

As I try to get up I felt weak kneed and I fall back into the driver seat. Then I think my vision is playing tricks on me because now instead my 2011 Honda Odyssey is now a 1936 Ford model 68. The steering wheel of my Honda Odyssey is huge and chunky instead of small and sleek. But that doesn’t seem to fit my car neither does the fact that my tires are now white washed. In the Ford model 68 there is no air conditioner or radio. Since I can’t drive this car or any car right now I get up and decide to walk to the local food store.

In the store I pick up today’s paper and see it’s 1936. To be more precise it’s January 31, 1936. I am shocked to find myself in 1936. How did I get here and how do I get back 2011? I also buy some food as I am hungry.

Walking around the store in shock I bump into a woman.

“I’m sorry miss I didn’t see you there.”

“That’s okay I’m fine.”

“What’s your name? I am Michael.”

“Nice to meet you Michael I am Maria.”

“I’m completely lost as I’m not from here. Can you help me find a place to stay?”

“There’s a charming little hotel around here called the El Rey Court in Santa Fe, New Mexico.”

“Sounds nice I’ll think I’ll head there. My car is broken is there a cab around here.”

“Yes there’s one that stops here every fifteen minutes. You’d better hurry the next one will be here in two minutes.”

I rush to buy my food. Then I happen to think my money might happen to look like I used in 2011. I pulled it out and quickly realize it has changed too. I heave a sigh of relief.

I arrive at the El Rey Court around seven p.m. I know I don’t have a reservation but I ask for a room at the front desk. They have one room available and they give it to me.

I was wearing a red shirt, blue tie, and a gray suit. As a Professor of History I recognize that my simple suit from 2011 is now a drape cut suit and tie. The drape cut suit has folds upon folds so it looks like it overlaps at points.

In 2011 I teach at New Mexico Highlands University and yet somehow I find myself trapped in 1936.  With a wife and kids in 2011 I wonder what will happen between me and Maria. I hardly know her yet, I feel some deep connection to her.

Somehow I time traveled back in time and I still have memories of the future.

I can’t seem to figure out where I know Maria from. I get this feeling that I’ve seen her before. She reminds me of my Grandma Maria. One day I find myself thinking she is pretty.

The next day I went to the park to talk to Maria.

“So Maria what do you do for a living?”

“Well right now I’m a school teacher. So what do you do for a living?”

“Well right now I’m unemployed. Do you know if anyone is hiring?”

“Yes the local grocery store is hiring right now.”

“Okay thank you, I think I’ll go apply for the job.”

            So the next day I head to the local grocery store Smith’s Food and Drug to apply for a job.  The job they are hiring for is cashier to which I used to do while going to college to get my degree as a history professor. Even though I’ve got some experience I fill out the application with trepidation as I never worked a manual cash register before and my math skills are horrible.

            That night I meet Maria in the hotel dining room for dinner and we talk about my day.

            “Well I applied for a job at Smith’s Food and Drug today. I hope I get the job.”

            “You’ll get the job because your smart and I bet you’re a fast leaner.”

            “Well I may be a fast learner but my math isn’t so good.”

            “Oh I bet you pick it up really fast.”

            “I don’t know about that Maria but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

            I fall in love with Maria but she seems to have this grandmotherly feel about like she is my grandmother. Oh no she can’t be my grandmother my grandma Maria Katko died on February 22, 1995 I was eighteen. Then I remember I’m in 1936. I decided to ask Maria some questions.

            “So how old are you Maria?”

            “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady her age?”

            “I’m just wondering because you mind me of someone I knew.”

            “Wow in that case I’m 30. I’m married to a great man.”

“Who are you married to?”

“I am married to a guy named Charles Katko, why?

“Just wondering and you remind me of my grandmother Maria Katko.”

“We just got married two days ago. We’ve been saving up for the big day.”

            Then I think about my wife and kids in 2011. How do I get back to 2011? The more I think about my wife and kids in 2011 the more I realize that I need to get back to that time. 

How I won my battle with depression lesson 3 of a writing course.

When I was twelve I started losing interest in things that used to interest me. Also about that time I started to gain weight. I turned to food to combat my feelings of sadness.

My battle with depression began when I was when I was eighteen, but, I feel that it actually begun sooner. It was a long road to recovery. Some say my depression was hidden within me. They say I was showing signs when I worked for the Somerset Kmart. The longer I worked there the angrier I became.

            Feelings of anger and sadness really enveloped me in July 2001. I’ve been at my new job at Stop and Shop for about seven months, when I made a comment to a co-worker that I needed a psychiatrist, which in turn upset the customer I was taking care of at the time. So, the customer complained to the manager at the time, who happened to be Jay. Jay in turn helped me find a psychiatrist.

            Thus at twenty-four years old I began to see a therapist and psychiatrist at 189 New Street, in my hometown of New Brunswick, NJ.  I was put on Zyprexa and Zoloft at the time. The exact dosage I don’t remember now. But a change had begun when I started to study the Bible with Jehovah’s Witnesses in 2003.

            Before that I was suicidal and threatened to kill myself on several occasions. I was so desperate that one day I grabbed a knife and threaten to use on myself. However, my mom and brother stopped me. I remember that I kept screaming I don’t want to live and you don’t want me to live either. If it wasn’t for their intervention and the help of the therapist and psychiatrist I would be dead now.

            The real question is did I really want to die? At that particular time in my life I did want to die. I sought death and darkness. So I sat down wrote poems that express how I felt at the time. One such poem is called My Sorrow. In short My Sorrow is about this deep sorrow within me.

            My real help came from above in the form of my friend Ginger who is a Jehovah’s Witness. Because I started asking Ginger about her religion in 2003, I live today. True the medicine and psychiatric help helped me too. But once I learned what Jehovah can do I started to change my ways.

            True I may be single but I know Jehovah has someone out there for me. One other thing helped me coped the comfort of my cat Becky whom I’ve had since 1999 but she was born in 1998. Oh my writing has helped me cope as well. Whenever I feel down I sit down and write.

            I now take Abilify, Zoloft, and Trazodone. However, I only take 5 mg of Abilify, 50 mg of Zoloft, and 150 mg of Trazodone. Trazodone is only one that wasn’t lowered. I used to take 10 mg of Abilify, and 100 mg of Zoloft. I started taking the Trazodone because I was having trouble sleeping.

            Even though I’m still on medicine I feel like I’ve won the battle on my depression. I feel like I’ve won my battle with depression because I am a lot happier now. True I still have my down days but they are few and far between now.

            In my early days of my depression I had so many ups and downs that I felt like I was on a roller coaster, and I’ve never been on a roller coaster to my knowledge.

           

            The Compact Oxford English Dictionary defines depression as: 1. severe unhappiness and dejection. 2. A medical condition in which a person experiences severe feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy. 3. A long severe recession in economy or market. 4. The action of lowering or depressing something. 5. A sunken place or hollow.  6. An area of low atmospheric pressure which may bring rain.

            Of course I fall in the area of one and two. And because of that I needed medical help right away. My definition of depression is one of many ups and downs. Fortunately right now I’m on high instead of a low. 

            From what I remember from an old Zoloft I believe is that depression is a chemical imbalance in the brain. Depression is a serious illness that can be treated with medicine. You can find all kinds of information on different websites. One such site is National Institute of Mental Health.

Jolan Toth

I was walking my dog, when I came across my neighbor Jolan Toth.  She has the legs of a dancer and her steps are just as graceful. I love the way her hair changes color with the seasons. One day it could be blonde and the next it is red. In the summer her olive skin becomes so dark it is almost black. She wears glasses over her dark chocolate eyes. Yet for some reason she remains single.  At about almost thirty-seven I would have thought she would have been married by now.

            What I know about Jolan is she’s a Jehovah’s Witness and marrying outside the religion is forbidden. But Jolan’s father isn’t a witness and pressures her to marry. I could see why Jolan wants to move out of her parents’ house. Worse of all she lives in a religiously divided house. Only her mother is of the same faith as Jolan is. Her father and brother are Protestant Presbyterian. She didn’t mind not celebrating the holidays or birthdays. But at the same time she has mixed emotions.

“Why do you have mixed emotions Jolan?’

“I feel like I don’t want to upset my family, however, I feel bad whenever I bring up holiday dinner.”

Even though she lived with her parents and younger brother holidays were tenser for her. Holidays were especially tense at work with everyone wishing her Happy Holidays.

“So how do you handle it when someone wishes you a Happy Holidays?”

“All I do is say Thank You and nothing more.”

“Why just thank you and nothing else?”

“That is because I don’t celebrate the holidays. Plus I’m uncomfortable when they wish me a happy holidays. But holidays are the perfect time to witness”

            “Why are the holidays a perfect time to witness?”

            “Everyone is thinking about Jesus Christ?”

            I can’t imagine what she’s going through. I mean I’m not a witness. I belong to the Hungarian reformed church. Holidays are a big to do for me. I even put up a Christmas tree at Christmas time. As a matter of fact Jolan and her mother are the only witnesses on the block and I’m getting ready to move. Yeah the witnesses come to my door and I listen but I doubt I’ll become a witness.

            “What made you want to become a Jehovah’s Witness?”

            “Well I started asking my best friend Joyce Johnston about her religion. From there I started studying the Bible with Sister Linda Johnson. Next thing I knew two years later I was baptized on December 31, 2005.”

            “Why did you start asking Joyce about her religion? Weren’t you happy with your religion?”

            “I started asking Joyce about her religion because I was curious about her religion. At that time I was a cross between happy and unhappy with my religion.”

            So I beginning to see why Jolan was happy but unhappy with her life she wants to marry but can’t find a guy in her religion. 

            “Why are you unhappy with your religion and life?”

            “I’m not unhappy with my religion now that I’ve found the truth. I’m just lonely at thirty-seven and single. It’s hard being single at my age.”

            I wondered what she meant by the truth. 

            “So what did you mean by the truth?”

            “I believe that the Jehovah’s Witnesses teach what they believe is based on the bible and the bible is the source of their learning. So I believe that absolute truth is in the bible. And the bible is based on the writings of Jehovah God who inspired men to write it.”

            

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