To finish the year as I'm about to go to bed, its 00:40 31st Dec 2017 New Year's Eve
I bring you a piece from almost 9 years ago when I was still at Pinsent Masons Law Firm here in Birmingham. Since I left them I've done a ton of writing , 11 books worth or 12 if you include 15 Down which I'll launch to Amazon in a few weeks when I hit 100,000 words for that book. Altogether 1,200,000 words or so. And yes I know some of you wish I'd just shut up. But it keeps my spirit bright as my body falls apart. I've inherited my heart from my dad and my arthritis from my mum, my kidneys are a side effect all of my own.
I've had a lot of interest in my writing but NO MONEY, so don't waste your time hacking me. Just go to Amazon and buy some books.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC
They say after a quadruple heart bypass you can live 20 to 25 more years. Though statistics say the average person lives 10 more years, or 50% live ten more years post op. I've had 3 more years so I do thank God for that. But all these images of people jogging and doing marathons post op, are not me, the best I can do is go to the shops, depending on whether my back or hips hurt, or my chest, it feels like in a man called horse where richard harris was suspended by hooks, Go see the film.
So now you know. Ditto with Comedy, it is better to laugh than cry, so 90% of the time I share laughter, or my version of it. So as I watch the mouse move all over the place, is it just a windows 10 bug, or are north korea and the nsa both watching my computer. Or is Barron Trump being a clever but naughty boy. Who knows? Well not me for sure. I used to call myself a Babysitter in my Computer room days/decades.
Here's the last post, now go to bed with your own North Korea army girl, make love not war/
The Light from a Candle Jan 23, '09 5:24 PM
By Michael Casey
The Light from a Candle Jan 23, '09 5:24 PM
I watched as the candle's life ended, smoke spiralled in the
air. I tried to see where the smoke was
going only it just disappeared into nothingness. Another
candle came to an end, but suddenly itrared
up a final flicker of flame then it was gone, black smoke
twirling into the air. I strained to see where
the smoke was going only it was no use. I'd need a
magnifying glass, binoculars, a microscope or a
periscope, smoke just could not be followed. Another candle
went out again I strained to see where
its life had gone, but it was no use, the trail disappeared
into nothingness. The candles were going
out randomly, I had to jump from one to another in a vain
attempt to see its moment of death, so
that I could observe what was happening to them. In all 7
maybe 8 candles "died" as I watched from
my position sat next to the candle rack in the cathedral on
my lunch break. That was all yesterday,
and today the process was repeated. Each candle is a hope, a
wish, a prayer. Just as Jazz music is
music turned into smoke, that weavers and sneaks its way
through an audience, a candle and its
smoke is a living flame of hope and love which we all hope
will touch God's spirit and let him hear
our prayers. The smoke from a candle is like a ballet dancer
doing the most intricate of dances, its
like girl dancing with a ribbon at the Olympics. Only the
candle and its smoke might say more for us
when we can't think of the right words to say, God Help Us,
can be all we can say, but if said from
the heart then it is enough, For Faith Moves Mountains.
And candles are more than flickers that end in smoke, they
remind us of the Light and Warmth of
God's Love.
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