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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Michaels' Story
12 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Very good story. Nice to see stories like that still indeed exist. I'm assuming Michael is a son? Good stuff!
Well put young Howell...you choked old TwoFeather up there for a second, but you write from the heart and I don't think I've ever read anything that expressed more reverence and truth than what you said. That's what happens when love and responsibility collide. I think it will always be like that for Chief Tallahatchie's tribe...
There I was, sittin' in my cubicle. When suddenly a huge buck walks into view, a 14 point at least. He was hesitant, as if he knew something wasn't right, but I was well camouflaged and silent as a mouse.
All of the sudden he walked right up to me and said, "I need a copy of those sales figures faxed to corporate when you get a chance."
Sadly, that snapped me out of the daydream, and 'there I was', back in the office.
12 comments:
Very good story. Nice to see stories like that still indeed exist. I'm assuming Michael is a son? Good stuff!
Love it!
Where'd this come from? Sent in by a young fan? Or is this family?
Michael is my brother Pauls' 12 year old son.
A beautiful written and touching story by Michael. Thanks for sharing.
Well put young Howell...you choked old TwoFeather up there for a second, but you write from the heart and I don't think I've ever read anything that expressed more reverence and truth than what you said. That's what happens when love and responsibility collide. I think it will always be like that for Chief Tallahatchie's tribe...
Very, very cool. Thanks for posting this!
That's wonderful. I especially like the part where he says his family taught him to hunt and he'll pass those lessons down to his children.
There I was, sittin' in my cubicle. When suddenly a huge buck walks into view, a 14 point at least. He was hesitant, as if he knew something wasn't right, but I was well camouflaged and silent as a mouse.
All of the sudden he walked right up to me and said, "I need a copy of those sales figures faxed to corporate when you get a chance."
Sadly, that snapped me out of the daydream, and 'there I was', back in the office.
Thanks everyone! Will relay the message to Michael. Blogagog, we are gong to make a deer hunter out of you yet.
*sniffles*
Such a cutie....and a future blogger.
callie
One of the best posts I've read this year. Out of the mouth of babes...
Well written and well said, I can tell he is somehow related to Rex because he can already write!
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