People we pass in Life -Teach us Life Lessons

Stranger Things Could Happen

Can I come in and set a spell?
Wish you happy,wish you well.

Can we sit in quit chat?
About nothing more than,this or that.

Can I lend you an ear?
Or a shoulder,should you shed a tear?

Can we find our ways to care?
We could be friends,if we dare!

We'll talk and laugh,until we cry;
Over the silliest,things by an by.

We'll learn the things,that make us tick.
Being friends,through thin an thick.

And even when one of us gets thing,turned round.
We will help each other stay on solid ground.

Come one day we will say....
"We use to be strangers,Can you remember that day?"

By: Nancy Hanlin

In her conversations between him and her I found a few wise words. And he became my Friend as well. I keep him with me always,he is everywhere I go. Tucked away in my heart where momma said he belonged. I never gave him a name. I never claimed a religion as mine.

Her life lessons,with help from her friend. You always look for the good in people. If you don't find it,don't hate. Hating only hurts you. Little phrase's I heard over and over cause she always had a kid going through something. Don't try to be mean for mean sack,only in self defense. Bully's are really cowards. Don't say things that hurt. Put your self in their place,how would you feel? Lots of others.

Do you know how many times you get to see the tantrums,rebellion and all the rest. That comes with childhood and puberty,when your the baby of 11 kids?? Not to mention all the trouble of being a teen,and all the changes as you move to adult responsibility??
The year I was born my second oldest brother was graduating high school ready to take on the world. Going off to war. The baby girl was graduating from diapers or training pants at three!! I was born with my eyes wide open,so it seemed. And To a very loving women,that was for sure.

What my sisters and brothers saw as restraint and words beyond their grasp or understanding. I saw as wisdom,even as a child. Even my father harshness though painful I saw as deserved on some occasions. Except those times in drunken stupidity,at those times it was directed,most often, at my mother. She held fast as a barrier between him an her kids.

By the time I hit all them mile stones in my own life I done seen it all before!! And I had heard it all before. I had learned many life lessons.It can be quite different from person to person every time!! So I had loads of scenarios to an end or a means. I knew how to get into it,or out of it if,given the choice.

Not as much fun,knowing the consequences of an action,maybe. So mostly I just just watch most of my life from the sideline. Watching others make their choices. Learning from their consequence. Sometimes celebrating with them in there revelries at a distance. Or contemplating over their stupidity,still at a distance!

I knew death,disappointments,jealousy,greed,when to salute the flag,value of a dollar,infatuation,puberty,difference between sex an love,a need an a want,the coming of age, an stupidity,how angry a drunk,and words! I knew that their were laws,rules,people of authority.I doubt I knew the big words as a child. But I had seen an taken it in.

I knew without a doubt my mother only loved. An I always had at least one friend!! An then I turned 8.....................and the real lessons began!

People only fool themselves if they think they know whats best for others!

I told the story of my mother and her friend because it tells ya where I came from. I have been {dare I say} blessed. To know the true sweetness and the true evil a women holding rank of mother can bestow upon a child.

At the ripe old age of eight I entered foster care I was one of the lucky ones.. I only had to endure 11 months. There I met a man full of jokes an a smile and a women full of so much dislike for herself she took it out on the children. Because of her I nearly fell off in that abyss that is hatred. But thanks to my mother I did not. Someone be it the caseworker who brought us breakfast after being locked in a cold storage room since early afternoon,an all threw the night. Or the foster father who I don't think knew the abuse some kids got at the hands of his wife. Till he saw my back. Someone helped my mother get us back. Or else it was just her,an her pure stubborn fight!!

There was a tiny pixie of a child blond hair and deep blue eyes who shared secrets with me on the bus ride to school. Every day,she told me what her foster parents did to her. And I could not believe it. Even with what I went through,that someone could be that utterly cruel. When I saw her obit I learned no matter what we go through,Yes it can be worse for others. And if you got a good mother or father cherish them. Cause one day you won't. And if they are not the greatest. it is possible it could be worse.

My parentage,caused some confusing growing up when friends had parent problems. I knew both kinds of mothers an fathers. And always found myself saying "No not my real mother the other one!!" or "not her my real mom!" When my friends bellyached about being grounded or sent to their room. I told them they were lucky! They could be beaten till their skin bleeds and then told to go play!

Older folks like the old white haired guy on a park bench could not under stand how I knew so much.I would find him setting on the same bench every day with his banjo.The first time I saw him,I was on skates. I asked him to play me a tune. He told me,I wasn't to talk to strangers. I told him he weren't that strange.

"I could be a bad man." He gave an attempt at an evil grin. Nope I said your just a lonely old dude. He wanted to know how I knew. I skated away and wouldn't tell him. That I knew,I knew what they looked like.

He asked me where I had been one day and I said working. He told me "Don't be in a hurry to wish your life away and don't let no one steal it." I told him to late I went into foster care at the ripe age of 8 came home I was 9 going on 19. My mom don't want me to grow up either but I think it is too late!! He asked how old I was an I said eleven!
The short time he was in my life I learned much. How to whittle a stick. Six more cords on a banjo.

And that this world has angels in strange places!

With Time

I set here in my rocking chair,
Watching the days go by,
They passed me by so quickly,
Like the twinkle of an eye.

I use to be out there,
Like those young folks on the street.
But now i set right here,
Useless to all i meet.

Those days of long ago.
I wonder where they went?
All the time accumulated,
Now my days are nearly spent.

I use to tell my stories,
Firsthand,of my family and me.
Growing up when Indian's,
Roamed the land so free.

I did occasionally tell a tall tale,
Only a slight exaggeration.
Now no visitors come by,
They give no Explanation.

Am i like that pop bottle
They used up till the final drink
Let me tell ya young friend,
Us old folks are near extinct.

By:Nancy Hanlin

Just you and Me

I wake up in the morning,
You greet me at the table.
Wonder,what would I do without you,
Your so strong and stable!

I wrap my hands around you,
Warming at the touch.
Never thought I'd wake,
Needing something so much!

Without you by my side.
Don't think I'd make it through the day.
You seem to clear my head,
And start me on my way.

Your warm in winter winds,
Soothing in summer sun.
And I know I'll hold you again,
Before this day is done.

I know we'll not be parted
Your near my only vice
I'll drink until your empty
The taste is very nice

Then I fill you up again
Before the kids get up
Treasuring the quit moment
Just me,and my dear coffee cup!!

By: Nancy Hanlin

"Sidewalk Stew"

Start with one kind heart,
Simmer it in caring.
This will give us a start,
Of a stew so full of daring.

Just a little slice of time,
And an ounce of sharing,
This won't cost us a dime,
So little,we will be sparing.

We'll drizzle on affection.
And fill the pot with love,
This will add a sweet perfection,
To a stew blessed from above.

We'll simmer till its tender
Add compassion as a spice.
And patience we must remember
Will make it thicken nice.

This stew is never finished,
We have to keep it stirring.
We need help to replenish,
And keep the fires going.

By:Nancy Thacker Hanlin

My PC pals

From different walks in life
Homes strewn far and wide
We came together here
To chat,to smile,an to confide

We learned so much,from,each together
Been through some stormy weather
Held strong tied,each one,to the other
By a computer PC tether!

My friends that I have found here
My heart filled,does hold,so dear
Good Friends are a golden treasure
Can't be weighed by ounce or time in years.
By: Nancy Hanlin

The Long Road
By:Nancy Hanlin

As we walk this road of life
We search this world to find
Ourselves,to find our special nook
People pass through our life
Some even stop an say " Hello"
Even words of harshest tone
Leave their mark on us
And everyone that dares a word
They touch our heart an soul
We'll find were made into who,
We are,molded by each touch
By every word,every site
our heart an soul takes in

If in searching for just who
We are,in desperation failing
Maybe we should try an touch
Anothers life in passing
For every piece of us we give
There is one bit we get back
An maybe even find ourselves
In someone we never met
Maybe if we stop to think
An touch anothers life
We'll spread ourselves bit by bit
An help a soul to strive
Life is what you make it
So many people say
But truly life is made up of
The people ya meet along the way!

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