Disturb us, Lord, when We are too well pleased with ourselves When our dreams have come true Because we dreamed too little, When we arrived safely Because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, Lord, when With the abundance of things we possess We have lost our thirst For the Waters of Life; Having fallen in love with life, We have ceased to dream of eternity And in our efforts to build a new earth, We have allowed our vision Of the new Heaven to dim. Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, To venture on wider seas Where storms will show your mastery: Where losing sight of land We shall find the stars. We ask you to push back The horizons of our hopes; And to push us in the future In strength, courage, hope, and love.

Before you go on and read.  Think a bit. Realize that what you have been taught to comfort to all your life might not really have been your life.  Think about how stories are told and retold.  And realize there is a great master story some place being told about you. Not just sleeping, eating, peeing.. But of turning left, turning right, drinking to much or too little.  That realization might freak you out but the story is there. So do good, be good, stop evil.. For that is the definition of a life well spent.

Ahh cafe shi... those were the days... once along time ago there was a story telling pirate that would sip tea at the cafe shi in china... there were several stories floating around to tell them were easy as picking a dandelion off the grass in some local park now a days where public funding has been dried up mysteriously from the lack of funding. That is curious is it not? The president has money to play golf; the state department has money to play war in Libya. In yet the local funding for a library is cut... what shame and ignorant ways of this world- so too a story free and clear... there once was a pirate living by no other means but by fishing at the local pond. He was quite a catch if I do say so myself. He would catch the fish, clean, and grill the fish right there in the open park without a license needed... the fish and game people or should I dear say person was upset and dreadfully trying to catch the said pirate. She would get up early for herself say 8 am and be there till closing say 4 pm because the state would not pay for overtime you know... the clever pirate of course fished after 5 pm because you know it is hot out and well getting up early was not his thing... anyways one day after eating his meal he stopped by a local cafe and guess what bumped into said ranger.. And that is where romance begins his hair was wild like a pirate. Dear I say more. She on the other hand was a homeliest woman in the world. If the world was less dramatic she would be her sister that or step sister. Anyway she had her suspicion that she was being bumped by the dread fisherman of her local pond. She decided to try to catch him by asking about the local fish. Being a pirate and story teller at that the dear bumpkin listened to her questions about what fish were in the local pond. Being an astute judge of character he proceeded to tell her how to catch the fish in her pond. Trying to figure out the details she asked specific times and places. Being a dreadful pirate he gave details of midnight and under a full moon. Thus preceded the weirdest relationship discussion I have ever seen … So parting ways the pirate wanted to see what would happen. To his delight the ranger did not show up at 8 am that next day. Inquiring about what was happening he found out by way of the local library help desk that the ranger was investigating a mad fisherman that would fish at midnight. Say no more with a pirate smile. The next day at 8 am he showed up and cleaned out the pond. Now where is the romance in this entire story some may say... Well the story has not ended… Being a dreadful pirate and humorist the next day he waited till the ranger was in.

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Ender the pirate is sited down eating a sandwich and sipping tea. A little child comes by. Ender starts to discuss his life and the monster under the bed. The child runs away crying. Few ask why. Then one day a person listens. Enders tail. I was a young man when the first monster came for me. It scratched my ankle right here. Showing his ankle with a scare that ran 13 inches up and 3 inches wide. After that I slept with socks he said to keep the monsters away. Then one night someone stole my socks. And I went to bed thinking nothing about it. And I awoke at 1 AM in the morning the doctors yelling sign here do this do that. They put me under and I awoke and physical Ender the pirate lefts up his pants leg to show the child his wooden leg named smith that is when the monster got me. So always wear socks and beware I heard once I might be turning into the monster under the bed.