AN: Thanks, to everybody who reviewed: silentescape(your note is on the bottom, since it's so long... Oh and thanks for reviewing for my poem. I try to make the lines flow into each other, for it to sound natural, but sometimes I actually need to say it out loud and change teh way Isay it in my head, so it's not exactly ALL that smooth, but maybe I'm being overcritical of my writing, like so many people say...) Needa S. (Well if you really thinks so...) An-Author-At-Heart (I love your penname! Adn thanks for your review. I agree totally with what you. Wait how does that work out... I agree totally with you agreeing totally with what I say.I wo'nt dwell on that for too long, I'll just end upconfusing myself) Ebony Stars (I like your penname too, not that I don't like my own, because it's true... tell you and Josh Aube and anybody else who is wondering the truth, that line was just because I was being lazy and could only think of 'latter' and 'shatter' and 'bladder' to rhyme with the second line, and of course the word 'bladder' wouldn't really go well with the poem at all. There are certain times when I just get frustrated with poems and want them to end but I want to make my point well, too. Adn if i stop and work on it later, it will bug me all day and I won't be able to get any work done whatsoever because it's always at the back of my mind, "You didn't finish that poem, Sarah!" Anyway... sorry about that line if it confused any of you). Again, my 'note' has turned into several pages' worth. Sorry, once my fingers start flying on the keyboard I can't get them to stop. Here's the poem in case you were wondering wheter I'd ever get to it:

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The Good Beggar (AKA The Good Samaritan)

A girl walked along a busy street

No one realized she was there

And when she tripped and hurt herself

She sat there hoping they would care

But as they passed her

Without a glance

She realized she did

Not have a chance

Of attracting their attention

While they hurried about their work

Shopping, chatting, their own dealings

A salesmen, secretary, and sales clerk

Going about their businesses

Too busy, nothing mattered

Least of all the poor girl

Sitting there, plainly battered

There came along a businessman

Who stopped to look at her,

And said, “Sorry, girl, can’t help you;

I’m late to work for sure.”

And next there came a storekeeper

She earned a sidelong glance

But he hurried on and muttering,

“Not time enough, no chance.”

But here came the least likely

To give the girl a hand

It was a poor man in his rags

His face dirty but eyes grand

He said, “Are you okay?”

And picked her off the street

He gave her his last money

And got her good to eat

This man with nothing to his name

Helped this girl who needed aid

It’s what Jesus would do for us

His Father he obeyed

When He was nailed up there

Upon the cross to die

The least we could do for Him

Is help someone… or try

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AN: silentescape: Lol, thanks for your nice comments and your constructive criticism too. It helps a lot! When I have my friends read my stuff, they never say anything that isn’t really positive. Not that I don’t like positive comments, though… :-). I really need to work on rushing things… but it’s so hard! Like when I’m away from home and my computer, and I suddenly think of a plot twist or something, I get all excited to come home and write it. And I rush it, too. I need to work on that. Your reviews are really funny. They get me laughing! Especially about the stupid mistakes I make when I write… I appreciate you telling me about them straight-out. I actually copied all of your reviews onto a Word document to look at them when I’m proofing. I think the whole Jack thing is a little too sweet. I try to create a balance between romance, tense parts, and all that other junk in between. What I mean is, with one story, you can attract the serious romantic saps (AKA girls) and the people that love action (AKA guys). And the junk in between is what makes a story 150 pages instead of 12. That’s my theory. Ah let’s see… about my sort of ‘theory’ about dating nonbelievers, it’s sort of what my parents say. I agree with some points, and disagree with others. Like when I marry I don’t want my husband to get grumpy every time I talk about God. And I certainly don’t want for us to end up in different places when we die. My parents don’t exactly encourage me to date non-believers, just because what’s the point of dating when you aren’t even interested in marrying? In my family, that’s the point of dating… And for that part about dating Jack in your review, I hope you don’t mind that I sort of used your words on that when I went back and changed that. Here’s what I put instead of the previous lines: “This is so awesome, Autumn! I’m so happy you made this choice.” Her look turned mischievous and she raised her eyebrows. “Now you can date Jack.” That startled me. What had we gotten to committing my life to God to committing to dating Jack? I totally agree on that summer thing… I’ve written so much since school got out, and now that the year is starting again I doubt I’ll be posting as much as I am now. I actually made Audrey a form of my own sister. She and I confide in each other and complain about our parents together… it’s awesome. Though she’s becoming less and less Audreyish as the days go by. She’s the almighty college freshman. She’ll be a heck of a lot humbler by the time she realizes that she’s at the bottom of the school again though…

I probably need to work more on the end. It is a little confusing, now that I think about it, isn't it? Probably. You know, the whole rushing thing again... I need to go back and sort of add some things in there and rewrite it. Thanks for reminding me.