Keith had to catch the ferry. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend for three days. The ferry crossed from one island to another thrice daily. This time there was a huge line.
No more tickets. All booked out. Come back in the morning. Should have booked earlier. Go away.
The line disintegrated. People grumbled.
Keith pulled a beanie hard down over his ears. He hunched his back and looked forlorn. He went to the ticket office.
“Chemotherapy,” he lied, pointing to his head. They gave him a ticket.
The boat sank.
Listen the story being read HERE!
Keith didn’t lie honestly, he only pointed and said a magic word. That’s why the boat sank: God pointed, and said: “You tick me off!”
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(I thought God said “Let there be light!”) I presume the fact that Keith didn’t lie honestly means he lied dishonestly? 🙂
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Exactly!
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Be careful what you lie about! Loved this – very entertaining.
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Thank you for “loving this” – I hope you’re not lying!
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That’s when you know that the Fates are trying to tell you something!
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🙂 One needs to survive to learn the lesson!
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Is this an example of instant karma? And then I wonder about the rest of the folks on that boat – was it a ‘Ship of Lies’? Oh the web we weave ……………
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Perhaps they all drowned, because when a person crashes through deceit they collapse the whole house… 😦
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Pauline I was going to say the same thing! I really hope that all were rescued and lived to learn the lesson.
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Perhaps they all perished because it’s a falsity to say in deceit one only hurts oneself… 😦
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The people who gave Keith the ticket are also complicit in this. There are such things as sufferings that are visual and obvious, and others that are not….there are even politically correct ailments and ailments that garner no sympathy whatever. That’s why I say chemotherapy is a magic word…at least nowadays.
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Yes – it’s a word that creates both fear and sympathy – and a process that can also gather health! My living-nearby sister began treatment with it just on nearly 5 weeks ago. They are hoping and thinking they found things early enough. She finishes treatment next Wednesday.
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After a serious abdominal surgery for a stage 2 cancer, four years ago, I refused chemotherapy— in spite of the urgings of surgeon and oncologists. When at the Cancer Center, I was overwhelmed with how much like a religious cult all of that has become, and decided, after much thought, (once again!) to take my chances as a heretic. Were I younger, I may have made a different decision; I don’t know. Anyway, I hope your dear sister comes out of it all in good health and lives long and well….someone has to keep you on the straight and narrow!
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Thank you – and goodness. I have 3 friends in life – in fact 2 cousins and a friend – all deceased, who refused chemo SECOND time around… they’re all gone now, but each said it was a liberating thing to make a decision against having it!
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Every time I go to hospital for a check up with my autoimmune stuff they want to palm me off with chemo drugs…every time I say no, and they roll their eyes at me like I’m being difficult. Disempowerment at its most basic level. My lovely M had chemo for cancer (Hodgkins Lymphoma) and it saved him but he would not have it again either. Best wishes to your sister. Ps in knitting terms I would call that a slouch beanie 🙂
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Thanks for the C. comments Bianca. I think the most important aspect of this story – in knitting terms – is that the beanie, slouch beanie, stocking cap, is not knitted out of shrinkable wool! 🙂
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Alright, Bruce. Since when is a stocking cap a beanie? Is this another linguistic thing with American English? Ferries are notorious for being overloaded, sinking and killing all passengers. I thought about that today when I didn’t get on a subway train with two dark cars stuffed with people–and people crowding to get on. Aaaiieee!
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OK – so a stocking cap is not a beanie I know – but I don’t own a beanie – and didn’t have anything else to get photographed in. Oh wait! I forgot! That’s not me in the photo… 🙂
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Nope. Looks sorta like Russell Brand…
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Actually it sous look like Russell – perhaps I took the photo when he last visited?
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He gets around, that guy. Must have been trying to escape the Fox Newscasters!
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All those major News channels seem to have gone to pot!
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LOL 😉
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That cap in the photo is quite like the ones which are called beanies in chemo circles. It’s not, however the type of beanie which Bruce would wear, you know, more like a yarmulke with a propeller on top….. 🙂
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Yeah, like Brownies wear and then there are those colorful ones, like a circus tent!
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I’m having to leave the Google page permanently open these days! Yarmulke with a propeller or a circus tent!
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Ha! Great tale!
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Thank you Sean!
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I just discovered that hearty laughter loosens phlegm I didn’t even know I had within me! Thanks for the medical treatment, old chap.
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What’s with the OLD?
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Now you want ME to lie???
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Put on thy beanie!
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Have you ever read any of the novels written by Joyce Carol Oates? I think you share a certain warped sense of humour.
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I’m a terrible reader. I’ve just pretended to have read my next door neighbour’s novel – over a period of six weeks – I sit down at the computer working 12 hours a day, and the thought of sitting and reading after that is… is… unappealing. But I shall google the writer…. thanks.
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Oh!!! No wonder you’re aging so rapidly.
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LOL!
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A drop in the ocean
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LOL! More perhaps a drip in the ocean!
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Am I being victimised here?
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Some people are born to be trodden all over… 🙂
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I must be a horrible person, because I’m still laughing at Keith’s demise.
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It’s called “drowning your sorrow”!
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That must have been a boat load of manic depressed folk!
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I’ve met many a Keith, you know the ones, who after three days sans girlfriend will do anything to catch a fairy! 😜
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I nearly (just for fun) rewrote it with the fairy spelling – and the fairy crossing over!
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Lol. That would spark a whole other post of comments and confusion!
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First it was his heart that sank…
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Awww – 😦
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That is what I call chemotherapeutic justice.
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“Liar liar pants on fi…” or shall I rather say “pants wet” in this case.
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LOL – drowning is one way of putting the fire in ones pants out!
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The last three words. Wow
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Thank you!
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