‘Okay, you guys, I just seen Jessie carrying a box with stuff hanging out the sides. I think she needs a bigger box. Thanks for hanging out with me, see you guys Monday.’
que el show comience, واسمحوا إظهار تبدأ, शो सुरु गरौं, cha' tagh yInISQo'
‘All right, if you’re asleep right now, you’re subconsciously listening to the show. I’m Jessie, KSPR, one-oh-two-one The Sphere. For those of us who are awake, thank you for not snoozing away while there’s so much work that needs to be done and so many topics to touch on. Today’s guest, XXXX XXXX, XXXX XXXX, and XXXX XXXX will undertake ironically sleep and sleep patterns, XX has awesome ideas on how to get the best performance from yourself while you’re sleeping.
stage and! X XXXXX XXX XXXX is opening on Saturday. Stop by the booth to say hi. I’ll see you there? We’ll have (ítem in hand) XXXX to give out. XXXXX, XXXXX & XXXXX’s.
(music plays)
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XXXX crossed the beginning what would to become the threshold for a first time beaten down path from the rear, single wrought iron leaf gate on his property to what opened to a
I have to teach them confidence, he thought to himself, after taking a seat on his usual crowd of large, different shaped boulders that sprinkled the shore at the end of a small path he continued to contribute to carve into the earth each time he made his way to do as he would simply refer to as think a little bit.
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'Any questions?' the senior lecturer at their university asked, positioned behind the podium in the center front of the conference hall. He then made his way to a front row seat to take a seat.
'Tell me about confidence,' he said, then shortly stood to make his way back to the podium.
'That's not a question. It's a belief that one can have a firm trust in something or a firm trust in someone. Someone is not only a partner, friend, co-worker, pilot, cook, but someone is also yourself. A poet named Samuel M. Kincoff wrote: searching for confidence in a vast land alone with my desires to share my joy of waking to a new day seems to drain my body of energy more than simply standing still thus realizing exactly what I'm asking myself to find. Knowledge must first be obtained within your subject or task or goal to ever have confidence within it. Reading, listening, asking questions, observations, charts, grafts, reviews; what makes one came back for more? Compiling, documentation. Have you heard the song by XXXXXXX XXXXXX in the nine-teen twenties called Finding Love before the next Blue Moon?
Have you ever met a gal who looked so hard for love?
Wrote one-thousand love letters then tied them to one-thousand doves?
Finding what makes the other happy is a task not measured in time, but real, true desire. I want to discover from hard work to find what things, colors, smells, textures that make you happy. Not solely to say Eureka! But, feel it in my bones and soul! Happiness is giving happiness.
TWO
'Welcome to class everyone. I noticed no one was late.' A quiet, small laughter came from the students. 'Let's begin right away.’
3
A cloud rolled in from way up above, shadowing the university’s courtyard. Professor XX highlighted, underlined, circled and added arrows to the documents that he worked on in front of him. In-between ideas that received his attention, that hard back misery-love novel he has been bookmarking kept appearing to him in a way that he was the main character. This practice gave reason to why he read at all. These pages were filled with locations never visited. People his eyes has never captured. Scents resting in the air around him. The sounds to hear of what everyone was doing. The temperature to feel. Personalities to enjoy; that creation of just how someone visually appeared based on what and how they say the things they say. Getting to know someone from what they do with their days and whom they share their time with within those pages, he knew all the characters had a planned destiny that would unfold before him if he continued to search page after page.
It was not uncommon for Professor XX to stop by a table he sat at or to ask him how his classes are going from the door of his room, or course, they would have to shout until they came face to face. Each one would equally put forth the effort to not make the other take most of the journey along the aisle. They liked to talk about upcoming events their institution would host, and the guests that would appear. Comparing lecture topics filled most of the subjects they chatted about. At times, students broke up their conversations or class time was shortly to begin. Ending their time to converse, never came to be due to one being ready to disappear from their presents. Moments later, more often than none, they would have something else to say but obviously could not.
In-between Professor X shuffling pages to cascade them to a manageable order, Professor X (female) quietly sat down directly across from him, filling in one of the four seats at the table. Her handful of notebooks equally came to a rest before moving her bangs out of the way, then momentarily pinning them around an ear. Her smile she gave him slowed his momentum of getting things done. ‘Hello,’ she said, reaching out for his hand.
‘Hi,’ he answered, before enclosing his hand around hers. ‘How are you?’
Once again, she embraced his caring touch and accepted a small kiss on her cheek. ‘Good. How’s work going?’ She made sure her hand stayed put until he returned to his seat.
A few pages received half his attention while traveling to the back of a nearby buildup, then arranged straight edgewise. ‘Fine. Tonight is a big crunch night for me. In a few days, I’m lecturing on how loosing items that means a lot to you affects you.’
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‘Has anyone ever lost a possession that meant a great deal to you?’ the professor asked his class after he dimmed the lights over the student sitting area. ‘Yeah? All of us? Who would like to share with us something you lost?’
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Lawn seats made up the sitting arrangements that resembled a funnel sliced in half and then spread out in front of the stage. Along the top of the green, grass hill, free water concessions occupied the first booths on each side of the entrance and exit walkway; the banner and water bottle labels promoted a foundation to support a worthy cause. One booth promoted a company with a few bags of their nuts and berries. Another was a local book store distributing book marks, pens and pencils. They each too took their time at each table, enjoying saying hello. Between booth locations, they would take in the scenery of the arboretum and stage display. They rekindled holding each other’s hand after accepting items from the promoters. Before they could visit all the dressed-up tables, the volume from the scattered throughout speakers slowly gained to a neutral level.
Over the speakers, a microphone keyed in, followed by their stage director announcing, 'Good evening everyone! My name is XX, I’m the director for the XXXXXX City Botanical Garden. There are a lot of regulars here tonight. I’ve been walking around saying hello. To the ones that are here for the first time, welcome, we hope you enjoy your time here and we hope to see you again soon. I am pleased to introduce your hostess for the evening,’ Director XXXXX stopped to allow the crowd to express their cheers. ‘You can catch her on your radio, KSPR, 102.1 The Sphere, seven p.m. to nine-thirty p.m., week nights. Join her for nightly guests, games and giveaways! Ladies & Gentlemen, Jessie's here!'