My name is Chris Starr and please whatever you do don't make fun of me,tease me,or tell me I look like a Hobbit or I'm a missing link,I'm four foot two standing full height and recently moved to a big city. After settling in I noticed neighbors watching the house and especially children,they figure where his parents at where his family at,I'm happy to say I'm thirty three an established science fiction writer and well known,but to some how important I am didn't matter.Since writing I usually tend to stay inside,except when going for groceries I still get stares at ,I hate that,I have my own car you know.Then one day it happened a bully arrived in town and from stories he heard from others he would picked on my house,at first he would throw toilet psper in my yard which I cleaned up then he three eggs at mt house one day,then the most awful day happened he came knocking at my door I opened the door and nicely asking,' Why don't you leave me alone I'm busy writing my next novel.' He smiled,' Alright I like to make up for everything I've done,'he seemed sincere,' Can I take out your trash they come by every Tuesday.I shook my head bullies don't often turn over a new leaf then again.He started picking me up and he carried me out to my front yard where by a gate that went completely around my house were my trash cans I thought I took them out,' Don't you dare ,' I told him as he open a trash can and suddenly he put me inside laughing,' There I took the trash out.'I waited till he left before climbing out of the trash can,certain neighbors had been watching every time he came byand bullied me,but they did nothing to help,then I had a pleasant surprise a group of kids offered to be my bodyguard next time he came by because they to knew what it was like to be pick on especially at school.Then the bully had come back the group of children stood before my house staring at him wanting him to do something then two of the children's parents came standing with their children,' Stop,you picked on him long enough turn around or I'll call the police.' said one of the parents.Then suddenly as we all watch the bully was about to leave when a car nearly hit him driving by,the car stop and the driver got out,no one went to help him, no matter what he's done he's still a person and human being,with dumbfounded looks on the rest of the neighbors faces I ran toward him, the driver of the car helped me,he called 911 but in the meantime he wasn't moving as we got stares from everyone else no one moving to help I started CPR and mouth to mouth trying to revive him,he wasn't breathing no matter what he did to me he didn't deserve this,no one did.I looked up at the group of children and their parents and was more disappointed on them then the bully,after all he was only a kid himself,a teenager not even having time to live and grow.After I did everything I could we made him as comfortable as possible and waited,then surprising everyone again I knelt by the bully clasped my hands together and prayed in fact the group of children even joined us making a circle around us,they all knelt down and did what I did,' Dear Heavenly Father this young lad here has been a mean one but I'm sure with your help and guidance he would change,please don't let him die.'Even the parents understanding what we were doing joined in after everything he did no matter how bad a person is they deserve a second chance,suddenly he opened his eyes and the driver told him what happen an ambulance arrived and he was taking to the local hospital,that was a scene I'll never forget,often I took time to visit him in the hospital we talked he said he changed,he did he as a matter of fact became best friends we did,you see I learned from my parents size isn't important,it's only the size of your heart that mattered and how you treat others.end
The familiar lament of dual-career parents raising children is, "I just can't do it all." The Libra Solution provides an alternative - a more satisfying and sustainable work and life approach - to the overwrought modern day norm.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
