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PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT Sometimes it is very difficult for me to write something that will allow the readers of my stories to comprehend a certain point that I am trying to make. I hope this short story makes a very important point to parents. I know there are many children who have been sent to their room as a form of punishment. Generally, it takes but a short time for the feeling of boredom to set in. It may not be that their room is actually boring, but the fact that they are subjected into a state of forced incarceration really enhances the feeling of being bound and confined. That is the feeling that I, and the other children, lived with for many years while living at the Children’s Home Society Orphanage, in Jacksonville, Florida. Everyday it was the same routine. There was no variation, whatsoever. This occurred day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year, for fourteen years. One must remember there were no computers, radios, watches, CDs, DVDs, record players, music, games, dolls, sports equipment, no toys, whatsoever. There was absolutely nothing for us children to do except work, eat and sleep. Had there been anything donated to the orphanage-we orphan kids certainly would not have been allowed to have it. There was a large, steel monkey bar, a swing set, which had two broken swings. There was also a tether ball pole, with no rope or ball and a basketball court, but there was no basketball. The only toys we had were two broken roller skates and a piece of old board. The board would be placed atop one roller skate and another boy would sit down on the board and ride while one boy pushed him around the cement court. I remember this one special day in particular. I had just eaten breakfast and was heading back to the dormitory when I saw a large bug flying directly at me. It hit me in the forehead and fell to the ground. I had never seen a bug like this in my entire life. It was absolutely beautiful. I immediately jumped to my knees and began to closely examine it. As I looked toward heaven, with tears in my eyes, I remember mumbling “thank you, thank you, thank you so very much, dear God for sending this here bug to me.” Why was this bug so important? It was important because something wonderful had come into my life which gave my little brain something new and different to think about. That is how terrible life was living in an orphanage. It was that incident that made me write the following: “When a child has nothing a little bit means everything, but when a child has everything a little bit means nothing.” Roger Dean Kiser, Author As the orphan children grew up many went to prison while others became drug addicts or alcoholics. One girl finally made the big time, by becoming a porn star, and several of the girls committed suicide. I guess there just weren’t enough bugs in the world to save all the kids.

THIS IS A POEM I RECEIVED TODAY 9-7-2006

Dear Roger,

Please Give Me Something to Think touched my heart deeply.

How can one relate to living day in day out in an orphanage
with no relatives to care whether one is alive or dead?

Oh, yes, it was a building
but, home? you ask, "NO WAY" . . .
orphanage the meaning's clear
'twas work ~ so little play! ~

No stimulation for eager minds
no "look forward to" had he . . .
same routine day in ~ day out
what would his future be? ~

Just when he thought "WHO CARES"
for orphans ~ "Don't expect a hug" . . .
wonder of wonders something new
out of the blue ~ A BUG! ~

Not just any old average bug
OH, NO ~ this one's for ME . . .
it flew into my forehead
just as straight as straight could be! ~

A God~Sent miracle of sorts
at least my heart thought so . . .
that HE'D send a little bug along
just to let me know ~

He is watching over me
from His home up above . . .
my DAD for all Eternity
to cover me with HIS LOVE!

Mary Carter Mizrany
September 7, 2006
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Dedicated to Roger Dean Kiser whose writing ~ "Please Give Me Something to Think" inspired this poem:-)

Love and blessings, Roger,