Where Dreams.... Do Come True...... Sand, Sand, the immortal, never conquered, always moving, yet always there. Never changing, and always changed. Unstoppable, the destroyer of dreams, yet the mover of souls.
I have traveled for 3 years, flying back and forth from USA to Egypt. I live in the Desert of Dreams where dreams do come true however not all.
Dreams of the main kind, the dream I moved there for, the reasons and beliefs.
The new ME 2006
I am now living back in USA for good and rebuilding my business once more and moving forward in my life. Happy to be back in my mother country and feeling alive again also seeing smiles on peoples faces and hearing them in their voices.
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I was returning home on the last train which was at 9:54 pm from Grand Central and while riding this train, we had to get off and transfer to another train to the end of the line which was my stop.
I was sitting in the car that had the restroom and this tall man around 40 came to use the rest room and after that he asked me how my holiday was I said," horrible." He said he was sorry and moved to the door for the next stop.
We transfered trains and he walked with me to the next train and said a few funny things to cheer me up and it did put a smile on my face a bit.
He came into the car I was in and asked if he could sit across me and I said sure. As he sat there he talked I can smell he was drinking a bit but he was not drunk.
He asked me why my holiday was horrid I told him, " I have 5 children and 4 grand kids and yet each Chistmas I am alone.. "
He said, " I am sorry to hear this. I have this problem in my family too with my sisters"
We talked about his life and how much he loved his deceased Mother and women in general which he holds a lot of respect for. His stop was coming before mine and I can sense he felt anxious and did feel my pain.
Before he left he extended out his two large hands to me for my hands to hold them, I normally don't do this however, I felt he was placed there for me to feel comfort and for me to allow him to give it. I gave him my hands and he held them and said, " I wish so much more for you in 2007 and may your family see what a wonderful woman you are, it was nice to have spoken to you"
This kindness at this time was just what my heart needed, I really needed a hug at this time, however,this gesture too was wonderful from the hands of a stranger.
Theres a ship out, on the ocean At the mercy of the sea Its been tossed about, lost and broken Wandering aimlessly And God somehow you know that ship is me
cause theres a lighthouse, in the harbor Shining faithfully Pouring its light out, across the water For this sinking soul to see That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on Raining down, against the wind Im reaching out til we reach the circles end When you come back to me again Theres a moment we all come to In our own time and our own space Where all that we've done, we can undo If our hearts in the right place
On a prayer, in a song I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on Raining down, against the wind Im reaching out til we reach the circles end When you come back to me again And again I see my yesterdays in front of me Unfolding like a mystery You're changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on Raining down, against the wind Im reaching out til we reach the circles end When you come back to me again
My Opera
