The Life and Expectations of George Washington

George Washington was born February-22, 1732, and died December 14, 1799, at the age of 67. He was General during the Revolutionary War, and first President of the United-States. The first Washington in America, his great-grandfather, was John Washington. Augustine Washington, George's father, bought more land and even owned slaves. With his land he built mills and grew tobacco. There is not a lot of information on George's childhood, but his half-brother raised him, because his dad died at age 11. He worked as a surveyor, George's thoughts on land was the more land the better. His half-brother Lawrence died and willed to George 8,000-acres.

George's first time in combat, during the French and Indian war, was a failure. His second time, started at Fort Dusquenne, but also involved Fort Niagara, and Crown Pointe. He barely escapes and ordered a retreat. Named a commander at 23 years old. Led over 700 soldiers. But he got sent home with dysentarie. He retired to Virginia, then he applied to the British Army but got turned down. He married Martha and into a wealthy family. They had two children, Jacky and Patsy. Jacky they had during the Revolutionary war, Patsy he had after the war. Between retirement and the Revolutionary War, he worked on his land.

The Townsend Acts, of 1767 got Washington involved in the Revolutionary War. In 1775, he was selected by Congress, he was named the Commander-In-Chief of the Continental Army. His selection was based on personality and not government ability or battle experience. He didn't have experience leading big troops. It's easier to lead 30, than 300 soldiers. Early in the war he had success but not enough troops to continue fighting. He lost at the battle of Brandywine, but at the battle of Saratoga he won. Because he won there France got involved. Spending the winter at Valley Forge caused 5,000 of those soldiers died due to disease. He lead a successful attack at Monmouth Courthouse. It forced British General Charles Cornwallace flee to New York. On October 19th, 1781 America won the Revolutionary War at Yorktown. After the war Washington retired on December 28, 1783 and went back to being a farmer.

Lost in a Labyrinth A short story by Jonathan D. Whitlock

Lost in a Labyrinth

A short story by: Jonathan D. Whitlock

I was barely ready for the event when it was announced “Here we are! Everybody out!” Soon, we were in the middle of the cultural craziness that we call a corn maze. “Can’t you just smell the cultural heritage here?” mom asked. I took a deep breath, and I don’t think that was cultural heritage that I smelled.

It was after wandering around for several hours, that my brother Mike whined, “Momm, I’m hungry!” Dad soon asked, “Was that a Taco Bell that we just passed back there?” “Floyd, this is a corn maze not a highway. Stop being a smart aleck!”

After the skies began to get dark it was determined that we were lost. “See that?” I said, “Follow the light!” I pointed to a light that appeared up ahead. I guess it was a spotlight or something. We kept wandering. After several search groups were sent to look for us, we were spotted by a surveillance team. The papers were alerted, and soon we found we were heading back home. To Detroit.

WWE

Bill B. and I love to watch the WWE. It is something that we look forward to on our Monday, Thursday, and Friday nights. Wrestling was something I grew up with and started to like a very long time ago. Bill and I don't have favorite wrestlers but we do like watching them get slammed. If I had to pick one that I do like it would be Randy Orton. I like his attitude and how tough he is that I really admire about him. There is also John Cena who can be kind of funny when he puts his hand in front of his face and says “You can't see me.” Then you have the guys from the old days such as the Rock who mostly does movies but wrestles once and a blue moon. I admire these guys because they are great wrestlers.

EAGLES vs. BUCS

Shawn's Thoughts on Life

Shawn E. Peters

Bad Boy Blaine

Blaine is bad ass. He is so because he chooses not to let a woman get him down. He works construction and does tattoos and those are some toughest jobs where only the manliest of men work. Most guys have a softer side and for Blaine that comes in the form of Roger his father who passed away. That was just under a year ago. Roger was 66 years old when he passed Blaine was only 18. He also has a funny side. A little while ago he fell into the pond behind B1, it was hilarious!!!

Expanding Horizons - A story by J.W.

Expanding Horizons by Jonathan W.

Meadow Greens Nursing &  Rehabilitation Center, Nagog Woods, MD

“So what are we going to focus on today, Matthew?”
  Matthew was just rolling into Michele’s office when Michele asked him that. It was nine-thirty, Friday morning.  “I don’t know.” Matthew replied. “What is worth getting at today?”
  Michele began to think of what was worth focusing on. They didn't have anything planned.  That was somewhat unusual.  “Well, we could look at your overall goals for your program today.”
  She began thinking about Matthew’s individual service plan and thought about the goals he’d expressed personally.
  “And,” she said, “You said you were interested in traveling around and seeing what’s out there…”
  Instantly she reached for a drawer at her desk, looking for books she had acquired recently. She pulled one out and opened it. Matthew was rolling up when he suggested, “Why don’t you open it up to the section on Virginia?”
  Looking at the contents, Michele asked, “Why Virginia?”
  “I’ve always been interested in what happens there, and although it’s so close, I’ve only been there once.”

Michele opened the book to Virginia, and looked for the most obscure point she could find.  When she opened up to an area in the southern region Matthew said, "Well now, doesn’t that look interesting?”
  He was noticing a very small village that was on the page, and he began saying the name, “Buena-”
  Michele quickly said, “Uh no, it’s spelled ‘B-E-U-N-A!’  Beuna Vista.”
  Michele had been talking to Matthew, previously, about perception, and noticing oddities. Matthew said “Hey!  Isn’t that weird?  Um, I think I knew that, actually.”
  He then asked her, “Have you heard of it before?” 
  She replied, “No, I don’t think I have.  And you have?”
  “Well, I had a friend who went there for college. I went and visited him there, once.  He also said there’s a nice pawn shop there!”  Matthew really liked pawn shops.
  “And did you get to this shop?” Michele asked.
  Matthew replied, “No, we never did.  I've kind of regretted that.” 
  Michele thought.  “Really?” she asked.   Then, “Would you like to plan another trip and go?”
  Matthew smiled and replied, “Well, I don’t see any reason why not!”
  He looked at Michele.  When he'd first began coming to Meadow Green Rehabilitation Center a year earlier, she had really befriended the guy, helping him out the way a cognitive therapist should.  She was really the reason Matthew began enjoying rehab.  Matthew was curious at first, and saw this therapist as someone he really enjoyed working with, kinda  similar to a grade school teacher he'd had a crush on, as a kid.
  “Well then…” Michele began. Matthew already pulled the book over and began thumbing through the pages.
  At this point they began planning for a potential trip. They looked at the information on a map they found online. “It’ll take…” Michele began.
  Matthew cut her off. “3 hours and 31 minutes if we take Route 29 South,” he said, reading.
  “But we’d have to get on MD 198-West, take it to I-95 South, then hop on I-495 West,” Michele said. She then continued reading, “Then I-195 South, I-66 West via exit 49, I-81 South via exit 1A left toward Roanoke. US 60 East via exit 188A toward Beuna Vista. Right onto Beech Ave/US 501, follow Beech Ave/US 501 into Beuna Vista, VA.”
  Matthew was trying to follow along as she read the directions.  Then, Michele said, “Look alright?”
  Matthew said, “Well, I lost you back on I-198 West.”
  Michele said, “Alright, but does the plan look okay to you?”
  “Yep.” He then asked, “So are you ready to go?” smiling.  “Um... we are going to look at the college there, right?” said Matthew.
  “That’s the plan,” said Michele. “I’ll go sign us out.”

The two went out to the front room and Michele said to the receptionist at Meadow Woods, “We’re taking a quick road trip. Tell Bob we’ll be back sometime this afternoon.”
  “Okay, au revoir!” said Betty the receptionist, smiling.   “Oh,” she said, as they were stepping out.  “It's Friday!  You'll be gone for what, an hour?”
  “Ah,” said Michele, “We're actually taking a trip down to Virginia, so we'll probably be gone for longer than that...  Um...  Tell the residence I'll have him back tonight!”  Betty then smiled and waved them off.
  At this point, they went down to the parking lot to Michele’s car. Before they got in, Michele said, “Do you have your money?”
  “As always,” said Matthew, proudly.
  “Okay, let’s be off.”   She then put his wheelchair in the back, after Matthew climbed in.
  After they both got in, they began following the directions toward MD-198 West.
  For the next three hours they were going to listen to some of Michele’s music she had in her car. “Do you like the Beach Boys?” she asked.
  Matthew looked out the window and bit his tongue.  Then he forced a smile and said, “Of course.” Michele looked at him, noticing the forced smile and said, “Well I think I might have some… what do you like?”
  “I enjoy metal. Do you have any Metallica?”

They continued driving with nothing on the radio. They passed the state line, and Matthew said, “So what will we do when we get there?”
  “Well,” Michele said, “Aren’t we going to stop at that college you were interested in?”
  “Kinda,” replied Matthew, “Don’t forget we’re also going to look for that pawn shop!”
  In another two hours, they began noticing signs for Beuna Vista. Michele asked, “So Matt, are we going to the college, or the pawnshop first?”
  Matthew turned his head, and thought.  After a minute, he said, “Well, I forget where the pawn shop is.  Maybe if we ask, I hope someone at the college will tell us.”

After entering they began the ascent up a hill. Suddenly, Matthew said, “I remember going up and down this hill during the time I was visiting my friend who was going here.”
  “Do you recall what he was going for?” Michele asked.
  “He was majoring in Computer Science.”

When they got to the top of the hill, they maneuvered around a bit to find a parking spot.  At this point it was about 12:50 pm. After she helped Matthew into his wheelchair, she asked, “Isn't it about time we get lunch?”
  Matthew led to the door he used to go in all the time, and suddenly stopped and said, “Shoot!  I forgot about that!”  They were standing before a step.
  “Hey, if you guys want in, you could try the elevator down there,” said a  passing student.
  “Oh yeah, thanks Scott!” said Matthew to the student.  Then, Scott shook his head and said to Matthew, “Matt!  I... well, it's been what... two, thee years?  Ya look good man!”
  Matthew smiled and said, “Um... I... well...”
  Michele put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, Say thanks, Matthew!
    “Gosh thanks, Scott!  You do too!”  Scott walked up, Matt introduced Michele, and the three began walking.

After Scott had first helped them to the elevator, he asked about their trip and all that.  Matthew said, “I'm just here to show Michele around the campus.”
   Matthew then said, “Now we’ll just go up one floor on this and we’ll be on the main floor.”  They bid Scott farewell, then got into the elevator.   
  After the door closed, Michele pressed the button for the main floor. 
  “Does this all look familiar?” Michele asked.
  Matthew replied, “Uh, yeah, but not the way I remember.  Ya know?”

When they reached the main floor after a minute, the door opened.  There looked to be several students waiting to get on. 
  “Hi!” said Matthew. 
  “Matt!” the two young women said, almost in unison.  They quickly rushed in, and the two cornered Matthew. 
  “Where've you been?” one asked, reaching down to give him a hug.
  Michele smiled and reached down to hold the door open.  After a minute, Matthew said, “I've been... uh...”
  “Wait uhh...” the one said, “Maryland, right?”
  “Wow... you remember?  I'm impressed,” Matthew replied.  He looked over at Michele, smiling.  She'd asked him before, in therapy, about his past social life.  She smiled, and Matthew turned to the woman and asked, “And how've you been, T- T- uh...”
  “Tiffany! Ya got the first letter...”  All four then got off the elevator, into the hallway.
  “So, is it okay that we grab something for lunch?” Matthew asked.
  The girls led them down the hallway, and Tiffany commenced drilling Matthew on a number of topics.

  “So you're where now?”
  Matthew replied, “At this rehab in Maryland...  WDS Rehab.”
  “And what's 'WDS' stand for?”
  “Uh... World... World...”
  Michelle kind of chuckled before she jumped in.  “We're 'Meadow Green Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Nagog Woods, Maryland.'  Sometimes the word 'woods' is abbreviated to WDS.  That must be where he got that,” she replied, as everybody chuckled.  And Matthew felt a little embarrassed; he tried to smile and laugh along.  “Yeah...” he said, trying to grin.

They were now passing through a large circular room that Matthew recognized.  “See that piano over there?” he asked Michele, pointing to a baby grand piano.  “I spent a lotta free time  at that...” he had this wistful look on his face.  Michele then asked him, “Could you show me a little of what you played?” 
  As the two girls headed into the lunch room, Matthew replied, “Well, maybe after lunch.  I'm hungry... c'mon.”

  So they headed in.  Matthew said, “Man, I don't remember the counters being so high up...”
  “Of course not,” said Michele, smiling.  She grabbed a couple of trays and put them on a ledge.  She saw what was available, and asked Matthew what he wanted.

  When they had collected the food, Michele gave Matthew his tray, and they went up to a table.  Michele pulled out a chair so Matthew could roll under.  As he did so, Michele quick went to go get drinks.
  “I want a Sprite,” said Matthew.
  By the time they had both settled at the table, several students had wandered up and were talking to Matthew. 
  When Michele sat down next to him, Matthew was talking to another guy.
  “...on Thursdays, when I go see this psychotherapist.”
  The guy asked, “Yep... and what do you do there?”
  Matthew replied, “Uh, well... he asks me how I'm doing, and then we  talk about... stuff.” 
  “Really?  Sounds like a shrink.  -Stuff like what?”
  Matthew replied, “Um... usually... how I'm feeling... We talk about my family... stuff like that.”
  After the guy glanced over at Michelle, he asked, “And who's this young lady you're with?” 
  Michele was actually only several years younger than Matt, and she smiled when people noticed.
  Matthew replied, “Oh, that's Michele, a cog therapist.”
  “And what does she do?”
  Matthew thought, and replied, “She, uh... helps me with  rehab stuff like memory, thinking, and... the rest I forget.”
  “Ah.  I see she's doing her job!”
  Others at the table chucked, while Michele looked away.  Then she turned to Matthew.  “Matt! Now think about it!  What do I usually do with you when I see you Monday mornings?”
  She'd asked Mathew this before, and he was supposed to know this.  It was as if a light bulb appeared over Matthew's head, as he said, hesitantly, “Oh.  Uh... We review the weekend, last week, and... she asks me about plans I have for the next week.”
  Michele piped up, smiling, “We have been working on internalizing plans and goals, and... Working on overall independence.”
  The man they were speaking with looked to be slightly older than Matthew, had sandy hair, and glasses.  Michele asked, “And you are?”
  “I'm uh, Sam,” the man said, smiling, “And you helped Matt get here today?”
  “Yeah.  We'd talked about goals Matt had, and Matt asked about visiting here before, and... the trip wasn't too far, and he knew somebody that'd come here, and-”
  The man said, “And who's that?”
  Matt spoke up, “Uh, do you remember Jim?”
  The man said, “Oh yeah... Jim McClellan?  He was here a little while back.”
  “Yeah, we were good friends,” Matt said, “You know he's gotten back?  I think he's in Utah now.”
  “Yeah... that sounds like him!” Sam said, smiling.

They continued chatting, when a young woman wandered up.
  “Matt!  Is that you?”
  It was a red haired woman, looked to be somewhat older than Matt, who suddenly appeared.  She was standing by the table, looking down at Matthew.  He looked up and said, “Megan?”
  The woman said, “Matt!” and reached down and gave Matthew a big hug.  Matthew began rising up, during the embrace.  Michele smiled and continued eating.
  After, Matthew sat back down and resumed eating.  Megan skipped off, but quickly returned with a chair.  She sat at the corner of the table, looking at Matthew.
  “So Matthew!” she said.  “Tell me what have I missed?”
  “Well, not really a whole lot.  I-”  He saw Megan glaring at him.  He then smirked, and explained the accident\rehab experience to her.
  He gestured toward his wheelchair and said, “This, uh, is from about nine months ago, when I wrecked my car, y'know?  Um... I was comatose for a few months...”
  Megan piped in, “Yeah.  We all heard about that.  We weren't sure you were gonna live.”
  “Well, I did, and I'm here visiting today, with a cog therapist, Michele, here.”  He gestured now toward Michele, and then he resumed eating.
  Megan leaned more toward Matthew, and began talking about what he'd missed since he'd visited.
  After the rest of the table had finished and run off to classes, Matthew and Michele were still talking to Megan.
  Megan said, “Well, Michele, when Matthew visited awhile ago, we really hit it off,” she said, smiling.  She then looked at Matthew, dropped the smile, and said, “And when we heard about Matt's accident, we were all a little shook up.”
  At this point, there were only about two other students, and two faculty members in the cafeteria.
  Michele looked at Matthew and said, “Seems you made a bunch of friends when visiting your friend Jim, here.”
  He replied, “Yeah, it was a great weekend.  I was even looking at coming to school here, a few days before my injury.”
  “Really?  That never panned out, eh?”

  Suddenly, Megan piped in, “I remember you and Jon were talking about plans to get like an apartment, off-campus here?”
  “Really?” asked Michele.  “And who's 'Jon?'”
  Matthew looked off the side, as he tried to remember.  “Ooh yeah.  Jon was guy I met here, who...  Well, he was really good at art, and while visiting here, he actually drew a picture of me and a friend I was with.”  He looked at Megan.  “Whatever happened to him?”
  She replied, “Uh.  After you left, he kinda flipped out at one point.”
  “'Flipped  out?'” Michele asked.
  “Well, you know he was kinda really good at art, and...” Megan thought.  “I think he... Well, I don't know.  I kinda lost-”
  Michele broke in, asking, “Flipped out?”  Was anybody hurt?”
  “Oh no no,” Megan giggled, “Nobody was hurt but himself.”
  “'But himself?'  I don't like the sound of this.”
  Matthew then said, “Well, I heard a story some time after I left of this guy I'd met that was really good at art, but he was a little haywire upstairs, I guess.”
  Megan said, “He made the really good pictures, that... were a little strange.”  She glanced to the side.  “I wonder what happened to him?  He...”  She then collected herself.  “Well, you know how those artsy types get...”
  “He was a cool guy,” Matthew told Michele, “I was talking about renting an apartment in B.V. with.  Jon had some good ideas, but... he just wigged out, I guess.”
  Michele then asked, “Show me the picture this guy drew of you, sometime, okay?”
  Matthew thought, then said “Okay,” smiling.

Just then, Megan glanced at her watch.  She said, “Ooh,” then stood up and said, “I'll see you, okay? “ then walked off.  Just then, a man walked up.  Michele remembered he'd just been sitting, across the room a ways.
  “Hi!  How's your visit going?”
  There was the man, now standing by the table, and Michele and Matthew now looked up at him.  He had glasses on, was wearing a tie, and sported a casual grin.
  “Oh, great!  We're from Maryland, just looking around,” Michele said.
  “Are you interested in applying here?”
  “Well, I work with Matthew here, at rehabilitation.  He'd mentioned an interest in visiting here,” Michele said, “And I brought him here, from Maryland.  Kind of -you know- a day trip.”
  “Well hi,” said the man, smiling. “I'm  happy to say that recently, we've taken a number of measures to make the whole campus accessible...” he said, while glancing down at Matthew's wheelchair.”
  “Yeah, great,” said Matthew smiling politely.
  “My office is just down the hall.  If you have any questions, come find me, okay?”
  As the man began to walk away, Michele said, “Oh,” then asked who they could talk to about admissions.  “We're just trying to take a look at the way things are,” she said.
  Then, the man pointed out an office that was a little way down the hall.
  “Talk to Tim Bowers,” he said.
  Michele put a hand on Matthew's shoulder and said, “Shall we go talk to the guy now?”

They went to where they were directed, and found the door that was marked Tim Bowers.  They knocked, and once they heard a “Come in,” they started in.
  Matthew found themselves entering an office.

By the time they finished with that, the clock read 5:25.  Michele said, “Matthew, if we want to be back tonight, it'd be a good idea to leave pretty soon.”
  “Gotcha,” said Matt.  He then looked as the Michele began sauntering away.  He quick asked, “Where'd we park?”  He looked up at Michele, and she moved behind him to get a hold of his wheelchair's handlebars.
  Michele then replied, “Don't worry, I remember where the parking lot is.”  As the two headed down the hallway, he bid farewell to several administration types they passed, who in turn bid them a heartier farewell.
  It took them a few minutes of continued farewells to students, and then they made it back to their car.
  “Oh,” said Matthew, “Think we'll stop for dinner anywhere?”
  “Nope,” replied Michele, “We're gonna fast our way home.  Mua-ha-ha-ha!”
  Matthew rolled hes eyes and said, “So where we gonna stop?”

After a minute, Matthew climbed in, and Michele put his wheelchair in the trunk.  After Michele got behind the wheel, she looked over at Matthew. 
  “So ya glad we came?”
  “Thanks, Michele.  I mean that.”  He paused.  He wanted to let her know how he felt getting out on a trip like this, but he couldn't quite find the words.
  “You look like there's something you want to say...”
  He just stammered out, “Awright, I think... I think...”
  “Matt, thank you for initiating this trip.  I've had fun.  And it was great seeing a new side of you... it's something we don't see much of, at Meadow Green.”  She looked at Matthew.  “I kind of wish we did, on a more frequent basis, Matt.”
  Matthew looked at Michele.  He was feeling kind of sentimental.  He hated when he felt this way, because he always had a hard time finding words.  He knew he wanted to say something, he just didn't know what it was.  “Um...” he began.  He looked a little to the side.  Then he looked at Michele, who had an expectant look on her visage.  He thought of the friend she'd been, how much she'd helped him, and the way she'd opened up to him, and didn't ask for anything, really, in return.  
  “Michele, I love you.”  Before she could respond in any way, he caught himself, and quickly blurted out, “No no, wait.  I'm not trying to come on to you...  I just want to let you know that I really am grateful for today.  Okay?”  He was sheepishly looking at the floor... but after a minute, he looked over at Michele- and he saw the understanding eyes of Michele looking back.  She blinked, smiled, and said,  “I love you, Matthew,” right back.
  They sat in a friendly silence for a minute, and then Michele straightened up and started the car.  “Ya ready to go?” she asked.
  “Well, sure,” he replied, smiling. 

Finally, they pulled onto the road and carefully began their descent down the hill.  In time, they made it back onto the highway.
  “Ya know what?” Matthew said, “I wonder when we should start looking for food.”
  Michele replied, “Ya know what?  Maybe we shoulda' got something there!”
  “Well,” said Matthew, “I'll look around for a nice restaurant.”
  Michele asked, “What're ya in the mood for?”
  “Like something ethnic...”  At this point, they passed a sign for KFC.
  “Ethnic enough for ya?” Michele asked.
  Matthew's stomach growled.  “Evidently,” he replied.

  So they pulled into the parking lot.  After Michele fished Matthew's wheelchair out, she set it up and rolled it over to Matt.  They went in.

“Hi!  Table for two?” Michele asker as this when they were spotted by the receptionist.
  “Certainly,” said the receptionist, grabbing to menus and beckoning to follow.
  During, they talked.  “So how we doing with time?  Think we'll make it back okay?”
  “Ha!” snickered Michele, “Well, if we... uh...”
  She was looking in her purse.

They actually enjoyed the dinner that followed, and finished in decent time.
 

Once they both got back to the car, they began to get in.  It was getting dark; once they started the car up, they saw that the clock read 8:27.  Matthew asked, “What do you think we'll do now, Michele?”
  She looked over at Matthew and thought.  Then began pulling out.  “I'm thinking... that...”  She pulled the car onto a highway.  Just when the gas gauge beeped, she said, “Well,  we gotta stop somewhere.  The gas's getting low,” she replied.  “Did you bring money?”
  “Actually, you should've asked me that this morning,” he said, before exhaling.
  “Well, I thought the tank was filled up enough!”
  Then, she saw a sign by the side of the road in the dim light.  It said 'gas 10'  “I don't think we can make it ten more miles, Matt,” Michele said.
  “And... ya know?  It's probably closed,” Matthew replied.
  “Well, the pumps usually aren't.”  After a minute she said, “Well, that sign we just passed said there's a hotel in another mile.  I think if we park there... maybe they could bring gas to us, ya think?”
  “Well, have ya got Triple A?” Matthew asked.
  She replied, “Well, I haven't needed any help from them fer so long... I... I hope I do.”
  They pulled into the hotel parking lot.  The gauge pointed out that they were running on empty, with a light ding.
  Michele said, “I might have something here,” while fishing through her purse.  She then looked up.  It was about 9:15.  “Where are we?” she asked Matthew.
  She looked at him. He appeared to be spacing out.  “Matthew!” she said loudly while snapping her fingers.
  Matthew lightly jumped.  “Sorry!  I'm just a little pooped, I guess.”   
  “Long day?” she asked, smiling.
  “Michele?” Matthew replied, “It's been a long, but good day.  Thanks.”
  Michele parked the car into a space.  The gas gauge beeped again.  Once the car stopped, she looked again through her purse.
  “Aha,” she said calmly.  She looked over at the hotel.  It was a 'Days Inn.'  “Shall we stay here tonight?” she asked.
  “Um,” Mathew thought, “Would Meadow Greens be okay with that?”
   Of course Michele had to think for a sec.  “Well,” she said, “I don't think they would be okay with driving late at night with no gas...  We can get gas in the morning.”
  Matthew then agreed, and it was 9:25.  Michele got Matthew's chair, when they tooled in.

  On the way, Matthew saw Michele on the phone; she appeared to be talking with someone from the rehabilitation center.  Matthew tried following the conversation. 
  Michele said, “Yes, I know.  Now, but... but tonight, we're both going to stay at a Day's Inn.  We... well, no.  But...  No, it'll be all right.  I think that... that- well, no.  Of course not.  We...  Yes.  We...”

“Room fer two?” she asked the receptionist, while pushing Matthew in.  Then, she caught herself.  “Er,  two beds?”
  “Right,” the receptionist replied.  Michele saw him look, taking notice of the wheelchair, “We... have a room like that just opened up.  1D, down the hall.”
  Michele thanked the man, and the two made their way to the room.

“Okay, so we'll stay here tonight.  And look!” Michele pointed to the sink, as they went in.  “They have toothbrushing stuff here... hmm.”
  Matthew said, “I hope they have shower stuff in the bathroom...” while rolling in, to take a look. 
  “Do they?” Michele called.
  “Ah.  Yah,” Matthew replied.  “Now you know... I might need a little help in the morning,” he said to her.
  “Sure,” said Michele, as they separated to get ready.

Later, Michele was getting ready for bed, when Matthew rolled out of the bathroom.  He soon asked, “What time should we get up tomorrow?”
  “Well, I'll go ahead and set the alarm, so I'll get you up, okay?”
  Suddenly, Matthew asked “Oh uh... how we doin' on money?”
  “I'm glad you asked,” Michele replied.  She walked over, and sat on Matthew's bed.  “We've been doing okay with what we've brought,” she said, “But we've got just enough to make it back home okay.”

The next morning, Michele awoke first.  She got her glasses on, and looked over at Matthew, sleeping soundly.  The clock read 7:56, so she climbed out.  After walking over, she sat in the side of the bed and lightly shook Matthew's shoulder, calling him softly by his name, “Mat-thew!”
  “Mmm... Arby's...” he mumbled.
  “Matthew... get up...” Michele tried rousing him.
  He then opened his eyes.
  Seeing this, Michele said, “C'mon.  I'll help you get started.”
  Matthew took a nanosecond to scan the room, before he sat up on the side of the bed.
  Michele quick made sure everything was all set in the bathroom, before she returned.  Matthew was already in his chair when she returned, and he tooled into the bathroom.
  “I get the shower after you, so don't take all the hot water, okay?”  After saying that, Michele walked over and got the brochure that talked about breakfast arrangements.
  “Uhh... little help-?” Matthew then called.

“What’d you think?” asked Michele, after they'd both gotten to the lobby, to eat..
 Matthew replied, “About what?”
    As his cognitive therapist, Michele wasn’t surprised by this obtuse question.
 “About the trip?”
It was then that Matthew jolted as if hit by something. “Oh, yeah! We gotta stop by that pawn shop.”
“Ah.  Afterwards we’ll head there.”

Afterwards, after they'd both finished eating and getting ready, they met just by the door, to leave.
  “Okay Matt, I think we're ready to leave.” 
  Matthew said, “Cool.  Let's go.”  Then he said, “Wait.  Are we forgetting anything?”
  Michele said, reassuringly,“I think we're all set.  C'mon...”
  Then he asked, “I mean... we got all the money and luggage?”
  “Money's okay.  And we don't have any luggage!  C'mon!”
  At this point, they closed the door and Michele escorted Matthew down to the front desk by the lobby, to return the key.
  Matthew said, “Wait.  There is something we gotta do...  I'm trying to remember...” he looked frustrated.
  At the front desk, Michele returned the key, and then asked about the gas station.  Pretty soon, they found themselves headed there.  Matthew was betting against it, but they made it.  “See what a little faith can do, Matt?” Michelle asked.
  “Do you really think we'll make it back okay?” he asked, trying her.
  “Well, do you?”
  And so they continued on their way.

A little while later, they pulled up to the store, as Michele had promised Matthew. The sign read ‘Pawn Solutions.’
  “I think this is the place,” Matthew said, looking around skeptically.
They went in, and Matthew was still a little unsure.  Suddenly, Matthew noticed something.
  “Well, this’ll work.” This he said, while looking down at a typewriter he noticed.
  Michele asked, “You like that?”
  Matthew replied, “This looks just like the one I bought, but lost!”
  They looked at the price tag. “$45.00.” said Michele.
  “What?” said Matthew looking a little surprised, “Did I really pay that much for it back then?”
  “Well…” suggested Michele  “Maybe you did.”
They both looked around a little bit, and Michele suddenly pointed out something... She expressed interest in a necklace she had found.
  “What’s that?” Matthew asked. Michele was looking at the necklace, examining the price. $79.00 was written on the tag. Matthew saw it and said, “Do you want that?”
  Michele then looked at Matthew and laughed. “Yeah right,” she said.
  “No, I’m serious.” Matthew said smiling.
  “Listen,” said Michele, “Maybe, in another lifetime!”
  “Hey,” said Mathew, “I’m patient. Would you really like that?”
  At that Michele looked at her watch and, noticing the time, began heading for the door knowing they needed to get back.
  “Where you going?” Matthew asked. “I’m serious!”
  Michele continued toward the door saying, “Come on, Matt, we need to get back.”
  After climbing in, they then got back on the road.
  On the trip back, Matthew was thinking.
  “So what's up, Matthew?  It's been awfully quiet here...”
  “Oh, sorry,” Matthew replied.  “What's the best way to say thank you?”
  Then he said, “I really wanted to get you that necklace!  I was about to make sure I could afford it!”
  Michelle looked over at Matthew and said, “Matthew, thanks, but just saying thank you is the best way!  You can't buy appreciation.” 
  Then she smiled, glancing over at him, “Or friendship.”
  Matthew glanced back and smiled.  As the journey continued, they engaged in light conversation.

At last, they returned to Meadow Green, and parked. 
  After she turned the car off, Michele glanced over to see Matthew looking at her.  She asked, “All right, we're back.  D'ja have fun?” She smiled at him. 
  “'Did I have fun?' Michele, I'm really glad I got to spend all this time with you.  I'm glad for everything I got to know about you.  I really think our friendship has only grown, and...”
  Matthew paused before he continued, “I think I look at you in a totally different way now.”  He paused and said, “I love you, Michele.”  Then he smiled and said, “But you knew that, right?”
  Michele smiled,then opened the door, got out, and walked over to Matthew's side. Then she opened his door, and lifted him out to a standing position.  Once they got eye-to-eye, Michele said, “I really look at you differently now, Matthew.”
  She then continued looking at Matthew and said, “Remember I said I loved you?  Well, that's still true.”
  He looked at her and smiled as she sat him down and got his wheelchair.
  Soon, they were both out and began heading in. 
  It was Saturday so naturally no one was at the receptionist desk. They headed down the hall toward Matthew’s room.
  “So you glad we went?” Michele asked.
  Matthew rolled into his room. “Michele, it was a good trip, thanks,”
  Suddenly Bob popped his head into Matthew’s room and said, “Michele, we need to talk.”
  Matthew gulped.
  Michele said, “Matthew, I’ll let you finish settling in and I’ll see you for our next session when you’re scheduled, I think on Monday.” She then walked out the door, and down the hall following Bob toward his office. Matthew turned and rolled over to his desk to write down what he remembered of the trip they had just taken.
Then he began writing something unexpected.
  Michele,
  And he thought.  Almost half intentionally, he found himself writing,
  I'm writing this now, after we've just gotten back I just want you to know how greatful I am to have a friend like you.
  He paused and thought.  Then he continued, I would like you to know that no matter what happens in life, I will always he thought...  And continued, be here as someone you can talk to, I will be happy to give you anything you want, and then he finished I just want you to know that you have given me more then, he just erased that last part and rewrote Michele, I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say he had to pause and think, you have made me think about and see 'What?' he thought the possibilities of having another person to walk at my pace, he erased those last few words and rewrote what it's like to have someone else in my life that's really interested in me, and he dropped his pencil and thought.
  “Yo Matt?”
  He jumped as a voice from behind piped up and startled him.  He turned around.  “Matt?  C'mon.  We're all playing bingo in the dining room.”  It was Gary, one of the staff at the place.
  “Awright.  I, uh... was just...” he looked down at what he was writing.  What was he trying to say?  He'd lost his train of thought.  He sighed and turned around, followed Gary down the hall.

In time, Monday came, and Matthew got his schedule for the week.  He was not scheduled to see Michele.  He looked at Tuesday.  He was not scheduled to see Michele.  The thought that he'd gotten Michele in trouble raced through his mind and terrified him.  Then, he glanced at Wednesday.  He felt as if a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders, as he read 2:00 Cog (Michele).  He reached in his pocket and clutched the letter.

 

THE END

 

Tonight on Duck Dynasty the Robertsons are putting a hot tub in. Godwin is getting the hot tub and he farted in it. Martin went on a date last week, so the Robertson women dressed him. He said he felt like a doll. Martin had A LOT of socks and mustard. Si pretended to be Martin's date at one point, and got very offended when Martin wouldn't call him Tiffany. In the end, though, everything worked out and Martin got a second date.

Martin Luther King Jr.'s Impact

Martin Luther King Jr is a person who had a huge impact on our society. His goal was do away with segregation and in general get civil rights. He organized huge rallies and marches on major cities in the US including Washington DC. He was assassinated before his dream was accomplished. This year and in fact today is the 50th anniversary of his “I have A Dream” speech. I believe this was his most important speech because this is the one that I like the most and it is also his most well known by everyday people.

Thank you Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for all that you did for our society.

Chip Kelly named Micheal Vick Eagles starting QB!

Michael Vick is named the starter for the Eagles. Vick beat out Nick Foles for the position, ending months of drama. Chip Kelly, their new head coach, said. I think they will only use Foles sparingly, like if Vick bruises his ribs or gets another concussion, I pray to god I didn't just jinx Vick or the Eagles for that matter! All I have left to say is GO BIRDS!

Eagles quarterback

I think the Eagles quarterback should stay the same Michail Vick is the worst player. He should not even be able to play football for any team in the NFL. Because he is the worst player in the world. He's a ball hog because he thinks he's the best player. I think he should not be able to play football for any team in the NFL because of the whole dog fighting maches he had in his basement. If Michial Vick isn't heathy he should not be able to play football in the NFL. by: JAKE FREY

Why Shawn Peters is AWESOME!!!

Someone may ask why is Shawn Peters awesome? Some will ask how he is so awesome? Well this is easier done than said but the top ten reasons are found below. 1) He is number one. Enough said. 2)He is so good at King's Corner that in several states he isn't allowed to play it. 3) He can run on so little sleep that the government wants to study him to make their army tougher. 4) His role model Blain looks up to him. 5) His older brother Joey asks Shawn if he does a good job mowing the lawn. And if he didn't...the pain comes. 6) 7) 8) 9) 10) He doesn't need all ten reasons to explain how awesom he is. The End??? -By: Shawn Edward Peters the orignal

Who?

Who? Who could you be? A simple man Who enjoys life's simple pleasures. But who, then, am I? Am I the one who loves Courtney? Maybe. But another round? Maybe. And the fallacy may continue. But that bears nothing (something? Little? Next to nothing?) Or what really is at stake here? A simple woman, one who loves the quaff But what could be done with my life? Everything or Nothing at all? Utterly, convincingly white Who? Masculinity Is just as many precieve it And not The numerous styles and modalities of being a man Are like a friend I once had As I think back to those collegiate days of yore Trying to circumnavigate the barbed wire fence It was electrified, too And college was a place Where simplicity meant being alone I was never alone Supposedly I was never simple, then Computers were everywhere and high culture was melted with the new wave of machines So now, has this come to be me? I? Mr.Thomson and Mr.Satterthwaite “I USED TO WORK WITH YOUR WIFE AT THE RED CROSS IN TOWN” I might shout out the passenger window of the car Merrily driving through Langhorne, PA With my Mother So it's true-I'm not all that All what? An athiest who is too afraid to spend hours in front of the mirror in order to properly Adore the Magi therin Lest his father find him Ah-his Father! Indeed a hot topic for you. A man who was everything and nothing all at the exact same time to coin a familiar phrase. But the armies of Thompson and Satterthwaite as they battle over my brain. . . against the historical adeptitude of Dr. Jeap-- IT WORKS TO KEEP ME NEUTRAL! Meetings are key in my new future And is survival is a must Alcoholics Anonymous i appreciate Making a few meetings now and again Switzerland is important in my mind As are the Quakers Is Swiss neutrality to Mennonite nonresistance As B is to C? Ohhh. . . Dearest! Are you High yet? But I remember My gay, bisexual rattle Are you the one. . . Who is ostensibly into scents? Are you the one. . . Who has a deep love and respect for religions? Or are you the one? She points with a long finger And stares at me with angry eyes. And there was more. . .so much more. by Doug Wert

The end of July

Wednesday, July 30, 2013 @ 9:30 AM On Monday morning I tried calling my brother Tim and his wife Doris answered . I asked her if I could talk to Tim and she told me that he was still in bed. So at about two PM I tried because he leaves for work at 2:15, I left it ring four times and hung up because I didn't want to get the answer box. I then went in and went to the bathroom and as soon as I got in there my cell phone started to ring, I looked on it and it said “Tim”, so I answered and Tim told me that he will be here next Friday at noon to pick me up for an eight day visit! I called and talked to our second cousin Billy Beard over the weekend and he told me that he would get me that Kawasaki ZXX-14 in red or blue real soon! I told him that I would ride with him all the time! Our cousin Jim is supposed to be getting me that new Corvette in red with a hard top and manual transmission real soon. I talked to our uncle Aldus over the weekend and he told me that he would work very hard to get me into that place on South Potomac Street in Waynesboro very soon and live with him and Aunt Nancy! I also called and talked to our aunt May and she told me that she and our uncle Ralph will work very hard to get me into one of those three places in Chambersburg very soon. No patter what happens it will be better for me in the long run!