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Added to the crazy legends was a collection of essays called: “Gazpacho for My Mother: Tales of Tritesza and Sorrow,” in which Fergus declared and adored the hair-raising fits of anguish, sadness and self-absorption he experienced as a Hispanic person of mostly non-Hispanic origin.

Age is a mental construct. It is something that exists solely in an individual’s head.

A lone Japanese man stood on the sidewalk a short distance away. Sleek, self-possessed, dressed in gray. Emma’s lover. Moon’s prime suspect. The man who had once been Dr. Toshi Okada—maimed, supposedly dead, come back alive for revenge.

A more popular book on the market was called, “Verdad for Our Family,” in which Fergus’s older brothers Angus and Wallace Smith explained in detail how their youngest sibling had warped facts, stolen ideas, memories, and identities from others, told outright lies about family members and misrepresented living and deceased people to advance himself. The whole town of Garlick bought a copy of that book, and Angus and Wallace soon found themselves on the Texas bestsellers list and steadily gaining popular momentum.

At this place in time, neither of them were foreign to each other. They were just two humans alone in the middle of the sky. The differences between them now were immaterial, like the faint whisper of traffic far below.

Be the person you are, succeed the best way you can and take pride in what you achieve.

Break free of the intolerant molds that other people have created to advance their own agendas.

But the carefree life of the Wiggins family ended with an ill-fated thunderclap before the Civil War actually started. It was a story of murder, betrayal and a carpet.

Carlos was a plain, ordinary and overlooked man who—throughout his entire life—was maltreated by others because of his thick Spanish accent and the color of his skin. He didn’t have money, power or fame. He did have one thing, and that was love. For that reason, Carlos’s memory has lasted a very long time in the hearts and minds of people who knew him, who still think of and speak of him with affection and admiration.

During the 1950s, Grandfather Ray’s volunteerism led him to make one of the greatest achievements of his life—his leadership as an air rescue pilot and commander of the Civil Air Patrol.

Gory frontline memories from war in the Philippines returned to Mitch as he submerged himself in the brush. He sunk deep into the leaves and mud, and stayed there. He remembered scenes from the jungle. The tremors of falling bombs. The smell of smoke.

He attained the highest mastery of Korean martial arts—he could hurl himself through the air and crack cement blocks with his bare hands. In knife-fighting drills, he developed a thousand different reflexes to disarm and stab people. He learned to shoot all manner of firearms…Justin Moon had become the ideal South Korean soldier—with stony strength, quickness, and above all, endurance.

He built his career on his mysterious Hispanic grandmother Dolorosa, who was born on the border of Mexico at a time when nobody could tell if it was part of Texas or Fort Apache.

He didn’t wait for her to react. Their mutual desire was obvious. He started kissing her mouth first gently, then harder. He pushed her into the wall and started to slip her robe off. She was intoxicated by his touch. She reeled him in closer. They crashed into the bedroom.

He fought alongside a royalist army against the usurpers during the Siege of Colchester and commanded those besieged in the city. He distinguished himself through his bravery.

He was a scoundrel and a saint and a survivor. A tangled Celtic knot of thorns and roses. Ragged and sincere. It moved her deeply. Like a forgotten melody that suddenly struck a vibrant chord inside her heart. He was almost irresistible.

He was made a prisoner in the Tower of London and stripped of his property. He remained imprisoned in the tower until 1646.

He was now Fergus Escondido-Smith: poet, mystic, and sage extraordinaire.

His deadpan expression turned bitter with a curl of his lip. “Save your sermon for some other sap. Nobody shares money—not even dead people. Why do you think they invented wills and trust funds?

I am a direct descendant of Adolf (sometimes spelled Adolph) Herrmann Lothar Gosling, born in Osnabrück, appointed Consul General in New York City for the Kingdom of Hanover by King George V of Hanover.

If the elder Smith brothers’ faction had any luck, it would be a rip-roaring dust storm of a war such as Garlick had never seen since the days of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Circus.

In 1646, the king recognized John Aylett’s heroism by adding distinguished symbols to his coat-of-arms—including a canton, the Rose of England and a crest depicting an arm holding a sword.

I respect people who achieve things on the merits of their own hard work, skill, dedication, discipline and self-denial.

It takes courage to be honest and to work, while others play, cheat, sponge like parasites or are idle. There is value in the work that you choose to do, and you are an innately valuable person.

Luis found all this very exciting. He had enthusiasm for myths, legends, bad omens, bad weather, supernatural happenings and inexplicable events. His passion for superstitions and doomsaying drove his other family members crazy. He didn’t often meet curious strangers with whom he could share his fantastic tales.

Money can rot people from the inside out.

My affinity for German extended beyond language. I felt Germany in my very bones. This was strange and difficult to explain. I can only describe it like a long-lost memory of a place I had not yet visited.

My Irish predecessors had deep religious convictions and were unwilling to compromise their beliefs. They also had strong views about independence.

Nobody can predict how successful you are going to be in life. Only you will find that out through your own choices. Give yourself a chance to make those choices for the right reasons, and chances are success will find you.

No more lip from you. Otherwise there might be a misunderstanding.” Kika eyed the door. She considered making an escape. “Oh…I forgot to mention something. It’s terribly stormy outside tonight,” said Mitch, with an ominously sweet smile. “It’s raining bullets.

Now “my Germany” is not only a distant consciousness, but a solid and living part of me that I carry with me wherever I go.

One of the most colorful and remarkable Ballinger family stories is the tale of how my direct ancestor, Joseph Ballinger Jr., became an American hero by supporting Major General Nathanael Greene’s army during the famed Battle of Guilford Court House in 1781 during the Revolutionary War.

Our society at large has lost its ability to distinguish between opinion and fact, and between a threat and an opinion. This is due to the fact that many people are focused on making their opinions into facts—which causes them to react irrationally when others express different opinions, which they perceive as a threat to their personal reality.

Real saints are rare to be found in the world, but there are plenty of sinners to go around—you know plenty of them, and if you’re honest, you’re probably one of them. So don’t fall for cheap lines like: “Our side is all good, and theirs is totally evil!” Real life is a lot more complex than that.

She lived to a ripe old age, minding everyone else’s business, wrecking her house with bad do-it-yourself projects, and throwing away any household item she disliked—whether it belonged to her or not.

She owned ten cars and twelve houses and cried that she was misunderstood. Trellis was mentally stunted, since she saw no point in learning anything. This self-inflicted disability frequently caused Trellis to display inane and senseless behavior, such as putting her clothes on backwards and walking into doors sometimes.

Since Ratcliffe, due to his disbelief in the practice of telling time, failed to record dates in any of his writings, history cannot say for certain which battle he took part in.

So many supposedly “religious” people are always eager to pass moral judgments, condemn others as sinners or give lectures about how to practice religion.

The Diné are children of the sun. They are rugged and graceful people. They love the radiance of color and silver, the purity of nature, and the speed of horses. They have a gift for adaptation and creativity. They do everything with spontaneity and flair.

Their encounter had formed a strange chemical bond. Mitch, a hardened ruffian, had opened up the prison of his soul to her. And Kika, who led a bitterly puritanical existence, had started to make love to him on her sofa.

The Perea family is of Arabic origin. The surname Perea originates from the Arabic word “Bariya” and denotes a homeland now located in modern-day Jordan. This surname was phonetically changed in Spanish to “Perea,” which commonly happened with Arabic words absorbed into Spanish—including the word “Albuquerque,” the capital city of New Mexico, which derives from Arabic.

There are many things that money cannot buy. One of them is human decency.

The surname Fletcher belonged to my maternal grandfather and was one that he held very proudly. It is the name I legally adopted as my own surname at age 15. Fletcher is an English surname meaning “arrow maker” that was given to medieval craftsmen who designed and crafted arrows.

The woman felt healed. This stranger understood her. He knew, on a personal level, everything she was going through. And he was asking her to stay alive. Because of him, her angry feelings melted away. She wanted to live again.

They find joy in motion, which transforms their lives into unending odysseys. Their souls are brightly burning streaks of light across the universe—constantly traveling in an endless dance across space and time.

This simple theatre production had caused the Great American Ruckus of the century. How would the chaos pan out? Would there be public drama, hair-raising speeches, epic face-offs or brawls? And what of the Patriot Protesters? Would they commit self-immolation, shave their heads or do running cartwheels outside the premises? Would there be attempts at sabotage?

View your hard situation as a challenge and gain strength.

War is a terrible thing which incurs suffering for everyone involved in it. This book is not about taking sides. It is not about passing moral verdicts. Whatever your personal views may be, it’s unquestionable that Erwin Rommel was an important historical figure. This photo collection is significant because it sheds new light on his personality, allows us to view him from a creative standpoint, and adds a groundbreaking dimension to the history of World War II.

We should all be thinking people.

What is this vision? It is a presentimiento! A foreboding ominous happy confusing feeling that strikes a person when they are dreaming and sleepwalking and when they gaze into a mirror!