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A Fable: A Tale of Two Angels

The whole community broke into loud cries, and the people wept that night when hearing of the passing of their beloved Rabbi who had just died.  Every one came together to pay their respects to this extraordinary man.  They came to his home to offer their condolences to his family.  The home that the Rabbi had lived in was enchanting and gave people the feeling of calm, serenity and peace.  It was an inviting and warm place to come to.  People had concerns about who was to fulfill the Rabbi’s dream and hard work to have “March of the Millions” in Washington D.C. the very next day. Unfortunately, there was a passing of tears instead of laughing. Every one had been anticipating this event as a happy and monumental day to come, no body could have foreseen this tragedy which had just hit them in the face. The Rabbi had realized a dream some years ago and he would not even be around to see the fruits of his labor of love.  He was not a charismatic person, one could call him more of a humble and non assuming individual.  His quest was to lift the spirits and help guide people who came to him for guidance. He did not have much in life, but his beloved family.  His only daughter, Sandra, was overwhelmed and in disbelief with the outpouring of love for her father.  On this stormy night many people were at her home to find out what the plan will be to continue the work of this humble old man.  The next day was supposed to be the big International event.  Sandra felt the need to discuss who will now give the speech the next day.

A few years back the Rabbi had an idea to have a March on Washington. He had read about the Million Man March lead by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.,  however his feelings was to help Autistic people earn the respect and dignity they deserved. This came about because of the brutal death of his Autistic son. His son, Mark was 21 years old when he went off to college in NYC to become a Rabbi to follow in his father’s footsteps. Mark was walking down the street when a street gang started poking fun at him. They mocked his quirky and odd movements. Mark was being called names like ‘Freak’, ‘Gay’, ‘Queer’, ‘Dork’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Cornflake’, ‘Stinky’, and ‘Klutzy Clown’. He had never even heard many of these derogatory names. Mark was beaten up, spit on, and pushed in to sewers on the nearby street. This incident was the beginning of the many bullying and harassing incidents that he started to face on a daily basis. His father and sister became so distraught that they felt enraged to do something about this. They started to do research realizing that this bullying was happening to other people who were Autistic. Mark could not bear this pain and took his own life using a shotgun. His family realized after his death that he had been beaten up and sexually abused.

Sandra was shedding tears over all the tragedies she had endured in recent years. The loss of her Autistic brother, her mother dying of Breast cancer, her husband Jack’s death caused by a drunk driver, and now the death of her father.  The only family she had left was her only daughter, Lana.

Suddenly Sandra saw her brother before her. Mark was carrying his book bag over his shoulders. He seemed to be giving her a message of hope to continue his father’s work.  Sandra decided to reach out to Mark’s best friend, Jephunneh, to help her move forward in her quest to educate people about Autism and other disabilities.  Jephunneh always had a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face.  He felt honored.

As every one turned to bed, Jephunneh went to take his medication and inject himself with his insulin pen.  Jephunneh was very excited and immensely serene to speak on  his friend’s family’s behalf. However Jephunneh was low on insulin.  He was unsure what to do. He gave himself the rest of the insulin hoping he’d be fine in the morning. Jephunneh has had diabetes his whole life.

The very next morning Sandra went in to wake Jephunneh for his bright inspiring speech when she found him not moving and unable to wake him up. She called in the paramedics and the emergency personnel to try and revive him. Unfortunately Jephunneh was already dead for the past few hours.

The people were starting to gather near the Washington monument. Sandra was in a panic. Her followers told Sandra, there were thousands of people appearing with their signs posted filled with messages of hope and support. Sandra nervously looked out the window seeing thousands of faces, she noticed one of the signs which reads, “Nothing about us, without us.” She realized that she must give her father’s speech.

As she walks to the podium, to deliver her father’s speech, she began saying:

There have been tragic events in my life recently, but I have to continue the message my brother and my deceased father would want to give.  I am encouraged by all of you who have gathered here today to hear me speak on behalf of my father.  I know his message is of hope, tolerance, and love of humankind.

Sandra began the speech with just flickering of eyes gazing on her.

“Today is when we listen to powerful stories coming from the heart. I introduce you all to listen to every word with nothing more than a kind heart.  Disability is a part of us all,  no matter who we are, we are not immune to having someone in our life have some disability that has impaired them in some manner.  Even those who are disabled have every right to stand up for who we are and have our voices heard.” Sandra cries tearfully, stops her father’s speech for just a moment, when she resumes she states, “One day there was a man named Jephunneh who was a good friend to my brother. He lived such a joyous life and gave us the blessings we need to hear (sighs and crying from Sandra). I can’t believe what had happened to my brother. If only his friend could have made him stronger.

{ ~The Angel of Jepphunneh~ joyously flying toward the crowd.}

Jepphunneh’s wings flew and soared around the crowd of millions of people. He flew, twisted, turned, and slowly came to a stop as he stood next to Sandra on the stage.

Jepphunneh spoke:

“We are here today because Human rights affects us all.  It all started with the Autistic rights movement that tells how every one in society is an individual who has the very need to communicate, contribute with their own unique thinking, and understand who they are. Communication is clear and presents fulfillment of what attributes to our well being.  Some people rebel against only knowing their own way while die fighting for their lives. We must all have an understanding of these behaviors in order to be able to embrace the rights of every Human being in order to love the society we built.  This not only is important for society, but is important in our every day interactions.  Not every person communicates the same way, like every living creature expresses themselves differently.  Love is something that connects us all man to female, creature to creature. We are here for the spirit of our soul to connect, learn, and follow our mission. Furthermore, the love we give is the love we gain. Be thankful and courteous to all those who are around you no matter who you may meet; never let your society down. I know many of you have contributed to bullying others, but we need to all communicate in a way by using our voice, body language, or by other means of communication. Feel free to listen and communicate when its your turn. For the journey of a thousands words spoken is just a short baby step to your fullest potential for you to gain your spiritual identity…”

(Tears flow through the eyes from every one around)

As a rainbow appeared in the distance over the mountains, the many colors resembled the infrastructure of life and who we are.   A guardian angel appeared out of nowhere:  “As the colors of the rainbow appear in the sky, each of the colors of the rainbow will appear over each one of you. Take the color as a part of who you are and remember how important this day was for you.” The guardian angel vanished out of nowhere, but Sandra cried as she suddenly saw Jephunneh appear with her brother, Mark, her mother, and her father flying in the sky above.  She held her daughter’s hand as she watched them disappear in the sky, smiling for hope of a better tomorrow.


A New Year, A New Bridge as we start 2012

2012: What can I say? It’s another year and another chance to do what we have to do to set things right.

We have to embark on a journey where we become the person we are meant to be. However sometimes we find a bridge on our journey waiting for us to cross to another side of our adventure. If we don’t cross, we have to turn back to the lands we already discovered living in the past. By crossing the bridge, we enter in to another unknown land for an unknown future to build on what we already know. Some bridges are harder to cross because every bridge is built differently with its own uniqueness.  Unfortunately, sometimes its too sad to leave a cherished part of our life.

Although at the end of each bridge leads to a new magical place filled with new adventures and heightened experience to live a more fulfilled life. Sometimes we walk and bump into a mountain to climb. As we start climbing we have to build up our stamina to conquer the adversity to reach the top. By reaching the top of each mountain we climb we become more and more successful of our own discoveries. We start really feeling good about what we did.   Even though we may feel good about it, there is still much more to feel even better about to move on forward to the next great adventure.

As we cross each bridge we give the torch backward to all the others to follow what we just did. Hopefully the others gain enough strength to follow.   Each impact of adversity in our lives builds our strength and strength builds character. No body should return to the land before them because simply they can’t let go. One day they will never know what new adventures they could have been through and characters they could have met to keep the flow going toward the last bridge on their journey.

Its very important to move forward crossing the bridge in front of us keeping our eyes on the other side so we can meet each unknown area. As we meet each unknown area, we find magical creatures and pathways to help us along the way to the next bridge. Sometimes we reach different doors in the lands we enter that can open our eyes to things we can use and other people who we can befriend. Some people even say “As one door closes another door opens” because we open many doors between the bridges we cross.

 We all wonder what the last bridge we walk across will lead us to: our very own treasure or just lead us to nothingness. In terms of nothingness, there is no such thing. Matter is always there no matter what we do, always creating a sparkle for us to shine. The stars in the distance fly across our skies because they help us gain our perspective to crossing each bridge until the last one is standing before us. Who do we meet at the end of the last bridge? All the leaders before us who have crossed and managed to conquer all the adversity around them and waiting to help us step off the bridge.


Furthermore, when we reach the last bridge, it becomes our most cherished bridge of all. We find we need to build our strength up strongest for this bridge because a) we need to keep moving forward b) we need to watch our every step, this way we don’t fall off. At the very end of the last bridge we step foot in to our palace of freedom and reward ourselves with the leaders ahead of us who have been waiting to enjoy this palace with us. Unfortunately, some people do accidentally fall off, but are saved by those leaders before us who sense the connection broke. The leaders ahead help move their friends forward to build the connection once again. We are all connected by an imaginary line pulling us together. If the line breaks at some point, we all feel it and we all want to help bring the line back to form to continue moving forward. Every one of us has to face the same adventures, the same hardships, and cross the same bridges to get to each unknown area until they reach the final destination. Its a maze of amazing adventures and bridges to cross so keep moving forward without looking back. Please don’t mind that some people move faster than others to get through the adventures in each area to get over each bridge. Simply put, every one is different!!

Hope Everyone has a very Happy New Year in 2012 and please cross those bridges moving forward!!!

posting again soon,


The Fiction Story: Something the Lord Made continues…

I know its been awhile, but here is the NEXT Chapter in Something the Lord Made continues;

Chapter: Fighting Bullies

It was half past midnight on a cold dreary wet night and Avrila is now 10 years old sitting in the park next to the apartment. Apelarto is resting on the trees gazing at the stars. Avrila has developed her skills more and learning much about her past. As she moves forward, she realizes why she has these psychic abilities that she recognized 5 years earlier.

As Avrila sits on the ground meditating, her brother gazing at the stars lying next to a tree, she suddenly gets up. Apelarto whispers to Avrila “We better get moving now I feel there is a group of teenagers approaching us now who look like trouble.”

Avrila holds her hand out to her brother saying “Stop right there, we are staying here until they come.”

“What? Avrila, we have to get moving now because mother is getting worried about us.” says Apelarto

Avrila warns him once again to stay with her because their friend Kelvin is in trouble.

The group of boys approach the area where the two siblings are and held captive by them is the siblings friend since Kindergarten. Avrila gets up to approach the boys when one of the boys takes out a bat pointing at Avrila.

The boy with the bat says to Avrila “What are you going to do now? You want to try to save your boyfriend.”

Avrila says “I am not afraid of you and will not let you do any harm to my friend.”

“Ohhhhh, I see, you are his girlfriend.” says the leading boy with the bat

“Let go of him now or you will regret every moment of this in the future!!!” commands Avrila

The leading boy holding the bat, lifts the bat up and hits Kelvin in the hand breaking it. The gang of boys run away and little Kelvin is weeping in pain.

Avrila yells out as the boys are laughing “He’s Autistic, you bunch of morons, Get a Life and understand other people. I told all of you, you boys will regret this and every one of you will!!”

Avrila grabs her friend by the shoulder and lifts his cold body up as Apelarto runs over to call 911 emergency. Avrila begins crying trying to calm her friend down. Just before the police arrive on scene, a miracle happens. Apelarto notices Kelvin’s hand turning blue and wiping his hands together little Kelvin feels a fiery white smoke over his hand. After the white fiery smoke disappears, Kelvin’s hand is mended and only looks like a bruise. However, Avrila is lying on the ground seeking help from the ambulance because she is short of breath with Apelarto standing there trying to finish healing Kelvin.

When Avrila is brought to the nearest hospital in the Bronx, the doctors finish examining her noticing she only had a panic attack. The police bring Kelvin back home to his parents and the mother is grateful he was finally found after 12 hours of worrying. When Avrila and Apelarto walk through the door their mother wraps her arms around both of them then spanks Avrila in her back telling her not to get her so worried like that anymore. But Avrila reassures her stepmother that she was looking out for her friend Kelvin who was missing for hours. Apelarto never says anything about his healing powers to his mother and goes to bed at 11 o’clock in the morning…

Later that week, Avrila sits on her bed thinking about how to empower her friend Kelvin to live a well deserved life as Apelarto is resting on his bed. Her friend is very talented in the arts and loves to build things. She worries her friend needs lessons in speaking up at the right moments for himself and believes it is long overdue… If only Kelvin knew how to assert himself and not let every one push and victimize him. Avrila wants to help him so desperately build his confidence so that she can move on. As Avrila sits, she begins lying down paralyzed to her bed for the next few hours. She gazes through the sky flying through the air when she sees her friend Kelvin being comforted by his mother. Kelvin’s empowerment of himself starts now with the love of his mom and the love from his friend, Avrila watching him through the window. A few hours later, Avrila gets up off the bed at 5 o’clock in the evening smiling as she gets ready to eat with the family.

She walks in to the dining room with a smile and her stepmom, Camille says “C’mon Hon, Let’s eat!!” They eat their food while her friend Kelvin builds his confidence in a martial arts class his mother signed him up for.

(The story continues soon. It just keeps on moving until the end.)

Next Chapter in Something the Lord made about Avrila and her friends is: Self-Empowerment, Self-Advocacy, and the role models in the Autistic Self-Advocacy Network…

posting more soon,


The Fiction Series Returns::: Something the Lord Made, the story of Avrila and Apelarto

The next chapter, “A love so great”

A few weeks after Camille and Avrila brought Kelvin back to his home early in the morning, Avrila stands in front of the school she goes to right now for kindergarten pondering about her little friend Kelvin who is on the Autism Spectrum. Her mother Camille has been helping her out for weeks now writing letters and contacting the city school district about the Avrila’s friend Kelvin who is a very intelligent boy who keeps on being bullied by other children since the teacher who used to not treat him well. She is striving for a safe inclusion of children like Kelvin with his peers and teachers in regular classes. The school district wants to place him in a special classroom setting with other children similar to him. Avrila has been telling her mother that she would like to always see Kelvin in her class because he is very intelligent and caring. She tells her mother she feels there needs to be a change in the way people think about someone who is different. Camille has been using information from the Autistic Self Advocacy Network she found the internet to plead the case about the little boy named Kelvin. In the meantime, Apelarto runs in to the school as Avrila sits and waits for her friend to arrive. When Kelvin does not show up, Avrila begins to worry about him. She begins to cry with tears dripping so long and hard for her friend Kelvin. She thinks the school system already placed him out of her class. With Avrilas’s spite she begins to start yelling “Where are you Kelvin?”
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An Error correction (A new Fiction series)

Dawn is running through the rain wandering, pondering, and frazzled not dazzled. She is talking to herself now from a verbal fight she had with her father.

Dawn Speaking:

“Today I am caught in the rain. My mind wanders thinking of what should be said and done from the past few hours at home. We have arguments and chase around others because of the living situations which have been tough. I sit, I stand, I fall, but don’t know what I will do next. Something occurred to me, can we stand tall and free? Can we really have free will? Is free will giving us too much of what we can do for ourselves? I feel, I sense, and I urge myself to create a life of satisfaction. My oh my oh my, I sense who I was, and what I want to be. Can people find themselves? Can people really urge themselves to speak up, know when to be a person talking or when to know who we ought to be. I feel kinda down sometimes, but after the past few hours I feel even worse. I am nothing, I am a no body, I need to find something… My name is Dawn and I can’t believe what just happened. I hurt my one and only loving family. I am stuck on the Earth rushing, running, and deserting who I am. So why did I do that? Will I ever be forgiven…”
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