Please post or bpublish my newest written story. ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [email protected] Cc: [email protected] Sent: Monday, June 07, 2010 6:53 PM Subject: reformatted story: The Cassette
The Cassette by: Cytnhia Groopman In September of 1999, a few days before my trip to Chicago to receive the student of the year award from the Hadley school for the Blind, I was just cleaning out a carton that had many different varieties of items that were not touched for about six years. There were different braille letters that were never thrown away, a few empty cassette containers, some plain thick braille paper and last but not least a cassette tape. I threw away the items but kept the cassette tape. I have so many cassette tapes and do not have the dyno tape to put a braille label on the cassettes. However, the cassette felt special to me, smiled at me, glowed and there was something special about it. I hurriedly fetched a cassette player, opened it and placed the cassette into it. I then felt a warmth come over me and a special hug. Oh, I said, to myself, why am I feeling thes eextraordinary feelings, of mirth and majesty. My heart was dancing and my soul was feeling a deep spiritual connection with a dear one from the past who had touched and embraced my life in an extraordinary way. I pressed the play button, and to my surprise, I heard my dad's voice speaking to me on that cassette. He had written me a surprise letter and never told me about it. I have not heard his physical voice since August 16, 1996, when prior to his passing on to the eternal life in heaven with God. Oh, I jumped up and down like a gleeful child, ran into my brother's apartment which is next door to my own, and we both embraced and tears were flowing from my eyes, as we heard dad's surprise letter to me. What a beautiful surprise that crowned my heart and soul with exquisite splendor, and the remembrance of a man who impacted and enriched my life with joy, smiles, sunshine, and taught me right from wrong, to grow in the right away, to be self disciplined and caring to others. Usually on father's day, we give gifts to our dads to show appreciation to them, but on that September day eleven years ago, my dad had given me a cherished gift one to love and eternally remember, his voice. That cassette tape was found by me not by chance but by Divine intervention, since it gave me confidence and courage to make that trip to Winnetka to get that award, and at that award ceremony I felt his angelic presence watching over me and thus dedicated the award to the most wonderful man in my life, my dad. Again, as I have mentioned in many stories and poems, cherished memories or of dear loved ones are our gifts, our treasures and are our flowers that forever will flourish in our gardens of our hearts, souls and memories. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dbilg?hl=en.
