BEATEN BUT NOT DOWN
By RICK KURTIS He woke up again from a violent dream and sat at the edge of the bed at four in the morning. “Is this another dream to come true?” He thought to himself while he looked down at his dried bloody knuckles. He held his hand thinking briefly. “How did, what happened?” In a flash, it came back to him. “Oh yes, I remember.” He wiped the sleep from his face and wondered what the day would bring. The man proceeded to get ready and then wiped the dried blood off the side of his nightstand.
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ANGEL IN THE DESERT
BY RICK KURTIS My Mother’s Story The desert is a beautiful place to explore but also, it is a very dangerous place if you lose your way. This was found out one day in my mother’s late sixties. She was out venturing in the Nevada desert with her local rock club. She was with her boyfriend, searching for gems, crystals or small stones of particular colors, shapes and sizes. A SOLDIER, A HUSBAND, A FATHER, A SON
My first born son grew up into a man before I knew that life had passed me by. As my son, he was very inquisitive and I do believe he followed in my footsteps. He was very smart in school, putting his teachers on the spot by excelling past their capacity. He always had a gift for building things starting at the age of two by building, “Can Castle” out of his mother’s canned goods. He loves to work with his hands and builds wonderful pieces of furniture out of wood. He has always thought up fantastic stories of superheroes and worlds of spectacular fantasy. These traits have never left him and continue still today. A Child’s Tribute
By Rick Kurtis Let’s make no bones about it, I am what I am because of my parents. My dad was a hard man, but loving and as mean as a bull whip when he had to be. Born on a farm before the Great Depression, he gained the knowledge of survival. As a lad he would shoot sparrows for their supper and worked from sun up to sun down. Raised Lutheran, my father had a good sense, but at the early age of fourteen fell away from the church because of the sudden death of his father. He was now an eighth-grade dropout running a 120 acre farm to support his mother and four siblings. |