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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: Re: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #41 "Gifts Beyond Measure, Part 2" +*+*+*+
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In article <160920101608247910%Mover@Watch-Me.com>, Mover
<Mover@Watch-Me.com> wrote:
> In article <Grant-me-that-1509101@Grant.Grant>, +Grant.
> <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> > The Adventures of Stevie #42
> >
> > These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> > are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> > been true. LOL
> >
> > My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> > in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> > before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> > friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> > service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> > Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> > fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> > he isn't here in person. I think.
> > All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
> > that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
> > Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
> > The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> > Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
> > school.
> >
> >
> > The Adventures of Stevie #42 "Gifts Beyond Measure, Part 2"
> >
> >
> > Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > After the Temple, we went shopping together. It was more like window
> > shopping, but we weren't looking to buy any windows. We just looked
> > into them. I felt better when we visited the sports store Mr. Johnson
> > owns. The pictures were still on the wall. I looked younger in them
> > than I remembered. He was happy to see me. I hugged him hello. I
> > introduced my friends to him. I made Jeremy hug him. When it was over,
> > Mr. Johnson looked like he had trouble waking up from a good dream. He
> > said softly, "Wow." I absolutely positively love it when Jeremy does
> > that to people. I love to bring love to people. I hugged pink-faced
> > Jeremy's arm to me and whispered to Mr. Johnson, "Keep that gift memory
> > in a special place, so you can bring it back whenever you need it, like
> > I do." He said "I will. Thank you." The he went into his office and
> > brought out a little girl to see us. She was very pretty, and about 5
> > years old. "Meet my granddaughter, Margie." I got down on one knee and
> > shook her hand, and said to her, "Hello Margie, I'm Stephen. I'm happy
> > to know you. Can we hug?" She wrapped her arms around me, and said
> > "Hello Stevie." I was thinking "Oh no, not that name again!" Then she
> > whispered in my ear, "I like you." That made it alright. Jeremy is the
> > best ever, but I'm not too bad at hugging, myself. I have a good
> > teacher, and lots of practice.
> >
> > Margie dragged me back into the office to show me her dolls she had
> > with her. To be honest, I was more interested in the big safe I saw,
> > which wasn't there the last time I was in the office. It was about 4
> > feet tall and on wheels. It had fancy old fashioned paint on it, and it
> > was wide open. It had a dial combination lock, with a lever handle
> > opener. I recognized the model. Mr. Johnson saw me looking at it and
> > told me he just got it from an old jewelry store, and was going to have
> > a locksmith look at it, because it was so old nobody knew the
> > combination to open it if it closed. Margie was using it for a place to
> > keep her dolls in.
> >
> > Mr. Johnson invited us, me, Jeremy, Zack, and Glena, to dinner with
> > him at the Japanese restaurant next door. He asked his clerk to mind
> > Margie for him. We went to eat. The girls wouldn't be home till much
> > later, and might sleep over at their friends house, so it was okay. I
> > like Japanese food very much. I wondered if they served live octopus. I
> > would love to see Jeremy's reaction to that. It's just as well they
> > didn't have it. You have to have an adult sized throat to eat them
> > live, or you choke to death, so I couldn't have it anyway. I helped
> > Jeremy learn to use chopsticks. We agreed for him it was a good way to
> > go on a diet he didn't need, so he used a fork. That way his food went
> > where it was supposed to.
> >
> > I think you might guess what happened next. I should have known the
> > minute I went into the office to see her dolls. I'm supposed to be a
> > genius. I was STUPID. REALLY stupid. It was just as much a surprise to
> > me as it was to everybody else, when the clerk ran into the restaurant
> > to tell us Margie had accidentally locked herself in the safe. We all
> > rushed back to the store. The police came. They couldn't get a
> > qualified locksmith to come in time to save her. If the lock on the
> > safe was working, I could open it. I could get her out. I could save
> > her life. They wouldn't let me.
> >
> > I told the police chief when he came, I could crack the safe. He
> > didn't believe me, and yelled at me to get out of his way. He wasn't
> > doing anything but walking back and forth, but it looked like that was
> > more important to him than saving a little girl. I told Mr. Johnson. He
> > was so upset and confused he didn't know what to think. Zack and Glena
> > didn't believe I could, either. Only Jeremy believed me. That's what
> > love is. Jeremy tried to make the police chief believe me, and tried to
> > give him a special card I kept in my wallet which had a phone number he
> > should call so he could know the truth about me, and he HIT Jeremy
> > across the mouth with the back of his hand and knocked him down! I went
> > icy cold and stiff. I pointed at Zack and Glena, and then at Jeremy on
> > the floor, to tell them to help him. They did.
> >
> > I noticed a police who officer didn't like what the chief did. He had
> > very big callused knuckles on his hands, which told me he was an expert
> > in some fighting art, and he moved his body like a black belt holder
> > would. His nameplate on his shirt said "Chang." I was going to use him.
> > I didn't really know what I was doing. I was in what fighting experts
> > call no-mind. I was reacting from training and something else which was
> > deep inside me which knew what I could do, and should do. I made my
> > voice extra powerful and sharp and said to him, "Officer Chang! What is
> > your first name!" He answered "David," like he couldn't help himself. I
> > grabbed his vision with my hand and pointed it at the calendar on the
> > door across the room, and said in the same kind of voice I used before,
> > "Pick a date!" He said "13th." Everybody was looking at us now. I said
> > like an order to David, "Observe and report!" I still had the
> > chopsticks in my hands. I put one of them in my right hand, and spun
> > around two times, and used my arm like a whip, with some ki to help
> > make the chopstick fly away from my hand so fast and hard, it went
> > across the room and into the calendar on the not so lucky date he
> > announced, and halfway into the wooden door behind it. David's eyes
> > almost popped out of his head. He should work on his control.
> >
> > David went to the police chief and said "Sir, you know what I can do.
> > He is better. I vouch for him. I believe he can do what he says. You
> > should listen to him. If you get in his way, he can kill you before you
> > can blink, and he might just do that anyway, for what you did to his
> > friend." While the Chief was getting ready to do something really mean,
> > David bent down and picked up my card. He looked it, and his eyes went
> > even bigger." He told the Chief, "You REALLY should look at this card,
> > or you won't have a job tomorrow." The Chief looked very angry, but
> > looked at the card. Then he want all white, and looked at me like I had
> > just grown tentacles and lobster claws, and ran to the phone and dialed
> > the number on it. I yelled to his back, "Tell whoever answers, 'Code
> > 2', and explain the situation, and do what they tell you to do." He
> > did. Then he took Mr. Johnson aside and told him privately, "His father
> > can open the safe. He can't get here in time. His best student can do
> > it. Him." Then he pointed at me like I disgusted him. "We need to do
> > exactly as he says, to save your granddaughter. Do you understand?" Mr
> > Johnson was confused, but he nodded.
> >
> > I took command. I went to David and told him, "What I might have to
> > do might stress my body beyond what it can normally do. I might need
> > more energy fast, or I could die when I'm finished. I need to have some
> > sugar ready. Send somebody to bring back for me some soft candy bars
> > and some orange juice, in case my blood sugar drops too low. Bring that
> > to me in the office, after I give you the rest of my instructions. I
> > need absolute quiet to hear the lock mechanism. If that quiet is
> > disturbed, I will have to start all over. That will take time we don't
> > need to waste. There will be nobody in the office with me but Jeremy,
> > and you when you return. Everybody else will move as far away from the
> > office door as possible, or go outside the store. Tell somebody you
> > trust, to control that situation. Anybody who won't follow your orders
> > about this, isn't worth the life of this child. One more thing. Nobody
> > is to know anything about my involvement, or there will be SERIOUS
> > trouble. Got it?" He said "Yes sir!"
> >
> > I took Jeremy inside the office with me, and closed the door. I told
> > him, "I want you to guard the door. Do not let anybody inside except
> > David in a few minutes. Then tell him quietly he will guard the door on
> > the inside. Then you will be next to me, so I can be calm and do this.
> > I need you. Do you understand? Will you do this?" He looked at me with
> > all his love, and said "Yes." I cleared the area around the safe, and
> > studied it. I spun the dial. It moved freely. Good. I put my ear next
> > to it, and moved the dial again. I could hear what I needed to hear. I
> > heard David come in, and Jeremy tell him what I said. Then Jeremy came
> > to my side. I could feel his love, and it calmed me. I knew what to do,
> > and turned the dial this way and that, listening to it, and learned the
> > correct combination. I opened the safe.
> >
> > Jeremy lifted Margie out and placed her on the floor. She wasn't
> > breathing. I breathed into her mouth and nose. I pushed on her chest.
> > She still didn't breathe on her own. I listened to hear heart. Nothing.
> > I told Jeremy and David "I'm going to do something I never did before,
> > or she will die. It might kill me, but not doing it and knowing I
> > could, would kill me for sure. Be ready to feed me the sweets if I need
> > it. I might be too tired to do it myself. If it works, Jeremy take her
> > out her out first, then help me." I didn't look, but I knew Jeremy was
> > dripping tears, and David was tense and ready. I put my right hand on
> > her forehead, and my left hand on her chest over her heart. I opened my
> > third eye real wide, and saw her aura was about to go dark. I took a
> > deep breath and reached inside me and took all my energy and pushed it
> > into her. I could feel the focus stone helping me.
> >
> > Margie breathed and woke up. She said "Hi, Stevie." Everything went
> > black.
> >
> > I woke up when David tried to get me to drink the orange juice. It
> > went all over my shirt. I wanted to laugh at that, but couldn't make a
> > sound. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep, but knew if I did,
> > I would die. I drank. I started to feel better. Jeremy came back from
> > the door he was guarding after he took Margie out, and switched places
> > with David. I couldn't lift my hands to eat the candy bars, so Jeremy
> > fed me little pieces at a time, still dripping tears. It was hard to
> > chew, but I was getting stronger. Soon I could hold the candy myself. I
> > could hear some people wanting to come in the office, but David
> > wouldn't let them. I knew I could trust him.
> >
> > I hugged Jeremy real close, when I was strong enough to. Then I asked
> > him to bring David to me, and guard the door. He did. I told David to
> > bring in the Chief and Mr. Johnson, and my foster parents, Zack and
> > Glena. He did. I told them all, while I was still on the floor resting.
> > "What I did here has to be a secret. Even me being here when this
> > happened, needs to be a secret. If it isn't, some very bad things will
> > happen to good people. David, you might guess why. Chief, you should
> > know why now. Mr. Johnson, you can thank me best by keeping me out of
> > this. NO publicity. I don't need it or want it, and it would hurt me
> > and my family if it happened. Okay? Right now, I'm feeling really
> > tired. I need some rest now. Mr. Johnson, you should be with Margie."
> > He left to go to her.
> >
> > I said "Chief, there is something you need to do," and I looked from
> > him to Jeremy. The Chief of Police looked like he didn't want to do it
> > in front of the other people. I nodded to make him. He shook Jeremy's
> > hand, and apologized for doubting him and hitting him. That wasn't
> > enough. I said to Jeremy, "Jeremy?" He knew what to do. He hugged the
> > Chief. The Chief opened up his eyes real wide, and said "Oh my God! I
> > didn't know. I'm terribly sorry! I should be shot!" I said "Not really.
> > Anyway, I don't like loud noises." By then I was already standing. I
> > smiled at them, and Jeremy smiled too. It was over, and we were not
> > enemies.
> >
> > Before we all left the store, I asked David if he knew Sensei Ninja
> > and Tommy. He was surprised, and said he did. I said I would tell them
> > how good he was in helping save Margie. I'm glad David is a new friend.
> > I think he might like it a little, too, after Jeremy hugged him. Then I
> > announced loudly, holding up the single chopstick I had left, "I'm
> > hungry! We didn't finish supper. Anybody have another chopstick? I
> > think I ruined the other one." We all laughed.
> >
> >
> > Your friend,
> >
> > Stephen
>
> Action/Adventure!
> Well done. You had said previously, you would use something from a
> James Bond movie. He used a knife, and deliberately skipped the 13th.
> It's good to see Stevie isn't that superstitious. He's cute, too,
> unlike Bond.
>
> Your descriptions are sparse when they should be, and detailed when it
> would help to add to the realism. The juice on the shirt, is a example
> of such realistic detail.
>
> Keep up the good work.
>
> Mover, hungry for live octopus
Thank you.
That scene got the point across, so I used it. I had to give Stevie
something pointed to use, so I had them go out to eat in a Japanese
restaurant, first.
I don't know about the describing. I just write, and that is what shows
up.
There is a mistake in subject line numbering. It should have been #42,
not #41.
--
Grant
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