Are You A Man or a Mouse?

James stared at Billy in disbelief of what he had just said. 

"Kill? You want me to kill Harry?"

"Yeah, if you want to be in our gang."

"I don't know man."

"C'mon dude, you chicken or something?"

"No, it's just..."

"Dude, Harry's a nobody, no one's gonna miss him."

"True, but..."

"James, if you don't do this you're out. You will be an outcast at school. Do you really want that?"

"No."

"Then just go to Harry's house and pull the trigger. Easy." 

"What if I get caught?"

"You won't. This gun is untraceable, just make sure you wear gloves, and no one will suspect you have a problem with Harry to want to kill him. It's the perfect crime."

"Well if you're sure...."

"I am, good luck," Billy handed James a pair of latex gloves, which James put on. Billy then handed him a small pistol. 

James walked to Harry's apartment. He was nervous and every little sound made him jump. Finally he reached his apartment, he jumped up the fire escape and climbed the stairs to get to Harry's apartment. He climbed through the open window. He tiptoed his way to the other room  where he heard the tv. He saw Harry sitting in the chair in front of the tv. James walked up to Harry. When Harry saw him he gasped.

"What are you doing here?" James didn't respond, but raised the gun. "Wait, why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry," James said before he started to pull the trigger, but stopped when he saw Harry's scared face. He couldn't go through with it. He slowly lowered the gun.

"What is with you man?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry," was all James could say.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

"No, it was a gang initiation." James broke the number one rule of the gang by telling Harry that, but he didn't care anymore.

"What's going to happen to you now?"

"I don't know, and I don't really care," James turned to go. 

"Hey," he turned back. "Thanks man."

"You're welcome," James turned back and went back down the fire escape. He knew what his life was to be like now. He would have no friends in school, and the rest of the gang would call him a chicken. James knew, however, that he was anything but a chicken. He had stood up against peer pressure and had done the right thing. He was a man. 

Victor and Carlo

"Carlo, how are you?"

"I'm good Victor, what are you doing here?"

"Doing a little shopping, the Mrs. has got me doing her errands."

"Ha ha I know what you mean."

"Have you talked to Al lately?"

"Yes I saw him the other day."

"How did he look?"

"Not good I'm afraid."

"Is he sick?"

"Yes, but he left town for a while."

"I was going to visit him, but I guess I can't now."

"It is probably for the best."

"I'm visiting Denny tonight. We're going out for coffee."

"Give him my best."

"I will, Fredrick sends his best wishes to you."

"When will you see him again?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, we have an appointment."

"I hope it's all good news."

"I hope so too, you know how it's not good to get on the wrong side of the boss."

"Ha ha how true, he certainly can have a bit of a temper." 

"I had best be going, it was good talking to you Carlo."

"You too Victor, have a good time with Denny."

"I'm sure it will be a blast."  

Can anyone guess their jobs? They have the same one. 

How Great Thou Art

How Great Thou Art lyrics, that great hymn. 

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,

Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.

When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;

That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,

And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Walls

If walls could talk, what would they say?

What stories they hold,

What secrets they keep,

What history that lays within theam.

What lessons could they teach,

What things could we learn?

What stories could be passed on,

What messages could be shared?

What pain they have seen,

What joy they have witnessed,

What horror they have sat through.

If walls could talk, what would they say?