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    dots Submission Name: Just My Luck!dots

    Author: Latin King
    ASL Info:    31/M/Los Angeles
    Elite Ratio:    2.39 - 104/232/145
    Words: 472
    Class/Type: Story/
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       A folklore/moral story my Mother told me years ago... hope to rough draft the story and then turn it into a poem. My grandfather has passed this story along his small town, because a lot of people in the region would kill their neighbors over these issues of harvest.

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    dotsJust My Luck!dots

    Two friends parted from their small town, to buy their daily necessities, seeds and supplies for the year's harvest. One had made a comment to the other about how the land he was working on managed to grow plants even though the place was covered in rocks, and plain view obstacles, and why he had so much luck with his harvest regardless of it, while in the other hand the nice rich soil his ancestors left behind to him nothing ever grew there, that fact really puzzled him. The friend responded "Is not luck, it's the desire, love and passion I put into the land that once belonged to my ancestors. That's the best touch a farmer could ever posses." Along the way they encountered one woman who looked very beat up, suffering of heat stroke and a few cuts, she talked to the complaining friend and said "I'm your luck, you have based your life on the same luck that now haunts you, please don't reject me." he in return said "If you were my luck, I would've committed suicide a long time ago, I know my luck is not this gloomy." the friend got off his horse and tended to the injured woman, and responded to his friend "Never ignore your luck, or base your life on such word, if this woman needed your help why didn't you help her?" he said "The reason is because this damn luck of mine is growing nothing in the rich soils my ancestors left behind. Might as well grow rocks. Anyways I'm out of here, I don't want anything to do with this woman." Soon they both parted, and in a small ditch, a beautiful woman, with an angelical glow to her, approached them both, the complaining friend said "Now this is more like it, my luck at last." she responded "No, not your luck, but his." With a sincere stare she told the good fellow "Spread seeds amongst your rocky lands, and you will have a great harvest." The jealous friend asked "And me, what about me?" She responded "You ignored your luck, instead he tended to my wounds a few miles back, and you ignored me, since your heart is as hard as a rock, your harvest will be rocks." He uttered out in silence "Crazy lady." Soon they both left the woman behind, until her image seemed like a mirage in the scorching sun, and soon reached their destination where they stocked up on what they had set out to do in the first place. By the time it was time to harvest, the rocky lands soon filled with life and all the vegetation you could ever imagine, while on the other side of the land, boulders and rocks filled the rich soil, just as the woman promised it would.

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      I love this story and it is wonderful that you are passing it on for others to read. Hope you do make it into a poem, would be nice to read. I guess we get from life what we give.
    Family is important nice to see you appreciate what they have to share with you.. Desi
    | Posted on 2012-03-18 00:00:00 | by Desi | [ Reply to This ]

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