tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post1286036137342127645..comments2023-11-14T21:31:35.805-06:00Comments on J.F. Juzwik's Blog: FLASH FICTION FRIDAY, CYCLE 97: CROSSROADSJoycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03275503653927579472noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post-53123408668705830822012-10-01T07:35:49.421-05:002012-10-01T07:35:49.421-05:00From the time I was brought into their home, I was...<i>From the time I was brought into their home, I was regarded as a commodity--a trophy, an abandoned street urchin to parade in front of their peers, a charity case to write off on their quarterly tax obligations.</i><br /><br />Since my wife and I adopted our daughter for China this story struck home with me. There has always been a temptation to use our daughter as a trophy showing how grand and compassionate we are. This is especially strong when you have people doing just that.<br /><br />In all honesty, I do not think we do that. When I look at my daughter all I see is my child, someone I want to grow up to be as happy and healthy as possible.<br /><br /><i>It never ceases to amaze me what money can buy. Things, places, even friends, certainly, but what ended up being most valuable to me was information.</i><br /><br />Money is the only true religion in the United States so this statement did not phase me at all. All in all this was a very sad and tragic story. But it was extremely well written! <br /><br /> Commander Zaiushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11000824454124236774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post-55527008041793676542012-09-29T14:50:35.730-05:002012-09-29T14:50:35.730-05:00Very poignant. Very poignant. Zack Baerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08339668413191183397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post-39020868815964879852012-09-28T21:22:21.284-05:002012-09-28T21:22:21.284-05:00Sad and poignant, yet hopeful... I had a lump in m...Sad and poignant, yet hopeful... I had a lump in my throat most of the way through the story, Joyce. This is beautifully written and so affirming.<br /><br />We do make our own choices, but often those choices and the process behind making them are 'colored' by other choices we've made. <br /><br />This story is a reminder that until thought is put into final action,it is not too late to change what we thought we would do.<br /><br />The road not taken isn't on any map, but sometimes fate intervenes and sets us back on the path we were intended.<br /><br />This is a wonderful and thought-provoking story, Joyce. Thank you so much for sharing it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13430872985988041256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post-72706453024702962012012-09-27T17:11:47.595-05:002012-09-27T17:11:47.595-05:00Do we really choose or are our choices made for us...Do we really choose or are our choices made for us?Lewis Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07977006391190429073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497164028438533435.post-59665494882249446012012-09-26T21:44:52.553-05:002012-09-26T21:44:52.553-05:00Yes - always choices. I'm betting she'll h...Yes - always choices. I'm betting she'll hang out with her mother for a while. It sounds like she needs a friend - maybe they both do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com