| It has been a very interesting two weeks since I was robbed. I have come out of it stronger and less afraid of things like that than I ever thought I would. I have two more days and I am out of a job, though I am pretty sure about getting a better job at Walgreens. God has been good to me and life means much more to me than it ever did. I have just finished a book called The Great Divorce, by C.S. Lewis. It is amazing, everyone should give it a try.
I am not updating much anymore, but when i do it will very long and I hope quite enjoyable. I will be posting stories or sermons, and I will start out will a story from George MacDonald, the old Scottish chap who so influenced C.S. Lewis. The book is The Light Princess.
Once upon a time, so long ago that I have quite forgotten the date, there lived a king and a queen who had no children.
And the king said to himself, "All the queens of my acquaintance have children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve; and my queen has not one. I feel ill used." So he made up his mind to be cross with his wife about it. But she bore it like a good patient queen as she was. Then the king grew very cross indeed. But the queen pretended to take it all as a joke, and a very good one too.
"Why don't you have any daughters, at least?" said he. "I didn't say sons; that might be too much to expect."
"I am sure, dear king, I am very sorry," said the queen.
"So you ought to be," retorted the king; "you are not going to make a virtue of that, surely".
But he was not an ill tempered king, and in any matter of less moment would have let the queenhave her own way with his heart. This, however, was an affair of state.
The queen smiled.
"You must have patience with a lady, you know, dear king," said she.
She was, indeed, a very nice queen, and heartily sorry that she could not oblige the king immediately.
The king tried to have patience, but he succeeded very badly. It was more than he deserved, therefore, when, at last, the queen gave him a daughter- as lovely a little princess as ever cried.
The day drew near when the infant must be christened. The king wrote all the invitations with his own hand. Of course somebody was forgotten.
Now it does not generally matter if somebody is forgotten, only you must mind who. Unfortunately, the king forgot without intending to forget; and so chance fell upon the Princess Makemnoit, which was awkward. For the princess was the kings own sister; and he ought not to have forgotten her. But she had made herself so disagreeableto the old king, their father, that he had forgotten her in making his will; and so it was no wonder that her brother forgot her in writing his invitations. But poor relations don't do anything to keep you in mind of them. Why don't they? The king could not see into the garret she lived in, could he?
She was a sour, spiteful creature. The wrinkles of contempt crossed the wrinkles of peevishness, and made her face as full of wrinklesas a bat of butter. If ever a king could be justified in forgetting anybody, this king was justified in forgetting his sister, even at a christening. She looked very odd, too. Her forehead was as large as the rest of her face, and projected over it like a precipice. When she was angry, her little eyes flashed blue. When she hated anybody, they shone yellow and green. What they looked like when she loved anybody, I don't know; for I never heard of her loving anybody but herself, and I do not think she could have managed that if she had not somehow got used to herself. But what made it highly imprudent in the king to forget her was- that she was awfully clever. In fact, she was a witch; and when she bewitched anybody, he very soon had enough of it; for she beat all the wicked fairies in wickedness, and all the clever ones in cleverness. She despised all the modes we read of in history, in which offended fairies and witches have taken their revenges; and therefore, after waiting and waiting in vain for an invitation, she made up her mind at last to go without one, and make the whole family miserable, like a princess she was.
So she put on her best gown, wen to the palace, was kindly received by the happy monarch, who forgot that he had forgotten her, and took her place in the processionto the royal chapel. When they were all gathered about the front, she contrived to get next to it, and throw somnething into the water; after which she maintained a very respctable demeaner till the water was applied to the child's face. But at that moment she turned round in herplace three times, and muttered the following words, loud enough for those beside her to hear; -
"Light of spirit, by my charms,
Light of body, every part,
Never weary humanb arms-
Only crush thy parents' heart!"
They all thought she had last her wits, and was repeating some foolish nursery ryhme; but a shudder went through the whole of them notwithstanding. The baby, on the contrary, began to laugh and crow; while the nurse gave a start and a muttered cry, for she thought she was struck with paralyis: she could not feel the baby in her arms. But she clasped it tight and said nothing. The mischief was done.
Her atrocious aunt had deprived the child of all her gravity. If you ask me how this was affected, I answer, "In the easiest way in the world.. She only had to destroy gravitation." For the princess was a philosopher, and knew all the ins and outs of her boot lace. And being a witch as well, she could abrogate those laws in a moment; or at least so clog their wheels and rust their bearings, that they would not work at all. But we have more to do with what followed than with how it was done. (more to come later, that is a lot to write in one little setting!)
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(that didn't stop the guys that robbed me) well, I update less and less nowadays. But I will not stop comepletely. Some very big changes have been going on in my life. The one that stands out the most is I WAS ROBBED!!! seriously! it happened night before last. I was working my first overnight shift and about 1:40 in the morning two guys run in, one had a pistol, and they told me to get my hands up and open the register! I was temporarily frozen but they pushed me over to the register and I quickly opened the register. the gun was on me the whole time and I was to scared to be scared during that entire time. After reliving the register of all cash, they told me to open the safe, but I couldnt cause I had no keys, so i just told them that and the one with the gun ran out and the other one hit me in the head three or four times and ran out. I was too dizzy from the blows to bother to see where they went, I just went back in the office and locked the doors and called the cops and my assistant manager. It all happened in 40 seconds!these guys were pros, they wore masks and they were careful to leave no fingerprints.