calv (calv)
12-12-2005, 08:06 PM
Life at the factory was hard. His talents were over looked. Seem his whole life was overlooked. Pops ran a dinner, it was a good little buissness. For the family it was a way of life. Sure the dinner was nothing spectacular but there was something special about pops dishes.
Like any other young career man he felt he needed to make his mark. Something was missing he felt empty inside.... he was hungery. He found comfort in the food of his youth. It gave him something nothing else did....
yet it never filled the emptyness He felt. Sure he had filled his life with all the things that should make a man whole, but he wasn't.
He looked at the old recipes and knew they could be better. He shared them with others but they just didn't understand. Still he persisted.....
Eventualy he found a few friends that had the same hunger . They sat together and studied pops cookbooks. They found a taste they all enjoyed and began to share. They found who ever they could to come and sample the food. They threw a feast and a bunch of hungery collage students showed up.
They ate the food and all agreed it was much better than anything they had ever been fed. They gatherd round him and asked for more. Thier appitietes were insacible.... the food was addicting and intoxicating.
In time the food became all that matterd... it was life.
They followed him and admired him. We need our own
dinner!!!! they insisted. He was alive! He had power....
they were special because they could see how special he was.... it helped fill the void.
The dinner thrived and grew. He taught them all how to cook! They were so grateful. Although there were those too who got sick of the food. It made them very ill. They were sure to miss out on what was to come.
It all became a great big loving family. Everyday they sat and dined and all pitched in to help him make things run smoothly. Those that showed loyalty and promise were given responcablity and dignifyed positions. They loved each other and made it thier lives.
NOTHING ELSE MATTERD!
to be continued.....
Like any other young career man he felt he needed to make his mark. Something was missing he felt empty inside.... he was hungery. He found comfort in the food of his youth. It gave him something nothing else did....
yet it never filled the emptyness He felt. Sure he had filled his life with all the things that should make a man whole, but he wasn't.
He looked at the old recipes and knew they could be better. He shared them with others but they just didn't understand. Still he persisted.....
Eventualy he found a few friends that had the same hunger . They sat together and studied pops cookbooks. They found a taste they all enjoyed and began to share. They found who ever they could to come and sample the food. They threw a feast and a bunch of hungery collage students showed up.
They ate the food and all agreed it was much better than anything they had ever been fed. They gatherd round him and asked for more. Thier appitietes were insacible.... the food was addicting and intoxicating.
In time the food became all that matterd... it was life.
They followed him and admired him. We need our own
dinner!!!! they insisted. He was alive! He had power....
they were special because they could see how special he was.... it helped fill the void.
The dinner thrived and grew. He taught them all how to cook! They were so grateful. Although there were those too who got sick of the food. It made them very ill. They were sure to miss out on what was to come.
It all became a great big loving family. Everyday they sat and dined and all pitched in to help him make things run smoothly. Those that showed loyalty and promise were given responcablity and dignifyed positions. They loved each other and made it thier lives.
NOTHING ELSE MATTERD!
to be continued.....