Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there lived an old, old old and getting older girl-child who dreamed that she was Mother Teresa. On awakening she asked herself,"How could anybody have the nerve to dream that she is Mother Teresa?" Remember , this is a dream , and it happened because a cute, pink MY LITTLE PONY dream-horse spoke to the girl in her dream and said, "Old old older girl-child, on the third, sixth, ninth and twelth day of the seventh month, you can sit on my back and I will ride you to a special place where you can pretend to be Mother Teresa." The old girl always wanted to be Mother Teresa and said,"This is wonderfull but why me? I'm not nun material, because I like to fight against life." "How do you do fight, you are too old to fight?" said the pink pony.
The old , old one said, I dont fight with my fists anymore because I have no strength, I fight life because:
I worry about my 401K
I watch Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood,Kathe Lee and Hoda,CNN, Cash Cab,The View
I fight life because I eat tons of dairy products
BOO HOO, BOO HOO, BOO HOO: I dont want to fight but:
I keep fighting life because I drive a gas guzzler
I have taken abouut 399 face book quizzes
I cook along with Rachel Ray
I laugh uncontrollably at I LOve Lucy re-runs
I have only one tomatoe plant in my garden
OH BOOOO HOOO pink dream pony, the list goes on and on and on, Im so bad, bad bad.
The pink dream pony was aghast and concerned and said, "You are right old girl, you arent Mother Teresa material." And that made her cellulited legs shake and made her feel worse and she confesssed even more and said, "BoooHoo, Im a lost cause, a facebook junkie, a tv addict and carbon footprint disaster. Im an American-aholic. Help me Help me Help me pinkster! Im asking for help but how can you, a tiny MY LITTLE PONY with a pink tail help me?
(S.D.Change music here to the CD:PAVAROTTI NESSUM DORMA..Volume lowish while talking then really loud when the text finishes...make sure turn the cd off when the song is over..or down as i leave stage....)
The pink pony said,"Close your eyes, feel my every word and in this dream prayer of ST FRANCIS OF ASSISSI, you will change.
LORD MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF YOUR PEACE
WHERE THERE IS HATRED LET ME SEW LOVE
WHERE THERE IS INJURY, PARDON
WHERE THERE IS DOUBT, FAITH
WHERE THERE IS DESPAIR ,HOPE
WHERE THERE IS DARKNESS , LIGHT
WHERE THERE IS SADNESS, JOY
OH DIVINE MASTER:GRANT THAT I MAY NOT SO MUCH SEEK TO BE CONSOLED AS TO CONSOLE
TO BE UNDERSTOOD AS TO UNDERSTAND
TO BE LOVED AS TO LOVE
FOR IT IS IN GIVING THAT WE RECEIVE,
IT IS IN PARDONING THAT WE ARE PARDONED
IT IS IN DYING THAT WE ARE BORN TO ETERNAL LIFE, AMEN
The old old one said,"Oh wow, I have put down my boxing gloves and now I WAKE UP!
I have forgotten about WENDY WILLIAMS , KATIE KOURIC, DAN RATHER, TRAVIS SMILEY AND my retirement fund!
I can NOW feel like MOTHER TERESA! Smile like her!Laugh like her!Cry like her! Help like her!Act like her! And bless like her!
( S.D. CD SOUND UP A LITTLE LOUDER)
And that is the end of the story and beginning of an ecstatic dream about how an old, old older girl child learned how to celebrate life ,celebrate the air and moon and herself and celebrate everyone and still live in this old older olderst dream world of beginning to end.
( S.D.TURN CD REALLY REALLY REALLY LOUD AS I LEAVE OR MAYBE I HAVE LEFT ALREADY, WHO KNOWS)
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