“I WANT A GUN!” CRIED ALONE

WRITER’S CAVEAT: This post has not been edited since it was written.
Please do not read. There are so many other better posts to read. Try my post on Eleanor Roosevelt.

This is a first draft of an idea that came to me in the tub this morning. I am thinking about how I need to market my book “Alone – The Forging of a Star,” (when it is ready). I am outstanding in my field. My field is education and voice over. Lord, make me an instrument of your doing to help me conquer ignorance with love, care and understanding, beginning with myself and the drivers surrounding me. Bring into my life the right people who get me, understand me, and are willing to stand up and say, “I celebrate you!” There is one life. This life is God. This life flows through me, you, every living being on the planet. I know it is so in the mind of God. I must accept and move forward, looking back only when it helps to tell a story. I let my thoughts flow…

“Alone – The Forging of a Star,” (after the book is done) is accompanied by a Teacher’s Guide, pointing out to facilitators important events to look out for in each chapter. To request a free download copy so you can get to know the characters, please just ask. I will be happy to send it to anyone who takes an interest, free of charge. My payment, my reward, is knowing I have entered the consciousness of another human being. My target audience is inner city, lower socio-economic schoolteachers, and children, in additional districts throughout the world who wish to adopt the story as a part of their junior high school literary curriculum. It is the children of these parents, these administrators, their teachers, aunts, uncles, and cousins, consciousness seekers from all walks of life, to whom this story appeals. “Alone – The Forging of A Star,” appeals to anyone who has ever heard a voice within, regardless of sex, race, creed, color or religion.

In the Teachers’ Guide, at the end of each chapter, there are thought provoking questions to check and confirm comprehension through group discussion. The guide also provides by suggestions on how parents, caretakers, teachers, aunts and uncles, can set a positive example by instigating thought provoking, spiritual conversation with the kids who look up to them for guidance.

THIS JUST IN: First Draft/Addition to Chapter V: “Alone Wants A Gun.”

* The children go outdoors to paint nature.
* Mrs. Sitwell tests Alone’s grouping skills.
* Alone asks for a dog.
* Alone makes his request for a gun known.

Miss Dyer entered the drawing room. Alone sat before shots of fire going off about him, mesmerized by the illusion playing out on the piece of furniture before him. The pretty governess entered the room and walked over to the television set. “Why this set is blistering hot!” she exclaimed. “Alone, you can’t just sit here all day with the shades drawn, the drapes closed, watching people shooting at each other.” She reached down and turned off the set. “Give it some rest!” she said.

“But I want to watch,” said Alone. “This is the best part! It’s exciting!” “I’m sure it is,” said the governess, but you cannot watch any longer.” “Why can’t I?” asked Alone. “Well,” said the governess, “you can’t because it will affect your performance in school. You must fill your mind with clear energy, sights and sounds that will stroke your soul. Shooting is only an assault. Too much of anything is never a good thing. Remember that!” she said. “Now please go upstairs into your study, and write in your journal for ten minutes. I will be collecting it in a fortnight. Keep it current. Please don’t let me down.” Alone would have done anything to capture the love of Miss Dyer. She had been caring for Alone’s needs since before he was born. To Alone, she began to take the place of the mother who was there, but never when she was needed. The affairs of state can often make parents forget their responsibilities.

A fortnight later, Miss Dyer did collect not only Alone’s journal, she collected Princilla’s as well. What Princilla wrote in her journal had mostly to do with her wishes, her hopes, desires, wants, and what she was going to get next. She wrote about the lives of her dolls, her tea parties, and discribed all of her gems. She quoted what cousins Brunette and Blondine had said, wrote about the equestrian events they shared, who jumped how high, who ran the fastest. Princilla had written several poem like cantations. They seemed to be of no importance, and the young governess could not understand them, so she dismissed them. “Why should there be anything wrong?” she asked herself, looking at Princilla’s signature. Then, in bright red ink, the governess commented, “Princilla, you may want to take a look inward. It is there you will find yourself. That within shines brighter than any gem!” That was all she wrote.

The governess set down the journal. She was touched by what Alone had written. There were written recollections of the western cops and robbers movies he had been watching on television. Most of his comments went something like, ‘I wish I was a cowboy’, or ‘I wish I lived in another time,’” On the last page, in bold letters, Alone had written: “I want a gun!” “He has very specifically closed his writings with a cry for a weapon!” said Miss Dyer. “I must address this,” she said. “Alone cannot have a gun. He is only seven! I must speak with him about this delicate matter. I do not want to hurt his feelings, have him think I am imposing restrictions upon him.” She walked over to her dresser and continued. “After all, it is not I who must be satisfied in the end. It is the child grown into the man who must be able to live with himself.”

Miss Dyer knocked, then entered Alone’s study chamber. “Alone,” she said, approaching the little prince, “will you come here please?” Alone got up from his desk and crossed the room to take a seat by the window, next to the governess. “I read in your journal that you want a gun,” she said. “Yes, Miss Dyer,” said Alone, “I want a gun!” “You are only seven,” said the governess. “You can’t have a gun. Guns kill people.” “No they don’t,” said Alone, “people kill people!” “Well, I suppose you are right,” said Miss Dyer lovingly, but nonetheless, you cannot have a gun.” “But I want a gun more than anything else in the whole wide world!” cried Alone.

“Alone, think about this, you don’t really want a gun, do you? Why, you could hurt someone, your sister Princilla, me, or even yourself!” “No I won’t do that” said Alone, “I promise. I’ll be very careful! I won’t hurt anyone!” “Listen, Alone,” said the governess, lovingly stroking the boy’s hand. “You may say that now, but one never knows what the next dawn will bring. Sometimes life shoots at us the unexpected, like when you first made your appearance at the palace.” For a split second, her mind speculated over everything that could happen. “No, I cannot go there,” she thought. “Speculation is the enemy of calm. I must stay calm.” *

“But the law of the state says I can have a gun – any gun I want!” said Alone. “But Alone,” said Miss Dyer, “you are but a child. The laws do not apply to you. You should not be thinking about guns, weapons, shooting, and war. You should be reading books, and watching television that develops your mind, your inner conscience, your conviction of who you are becoming. In the end, the condition of your soul is the only thing that will matter. Besides,” she continued, “that right to bear arms law isn’t worth the hemp it was written on! Why, it was written in an age and state of mind when every step into the unknown parts of the forest meant possible assault by wild bears and snakes. People had to go into the woods, into the dark, to shoot and kill their daily meal. Not only that, before outhouses, the forest was the world’s biggest bathroom. And on the front line, soldiers, if they were lucky to have more than a knife, shot with three foot muskets weighing several pounds. It took two men reloading and packing gunpowder three minutes just to produce one little Kaboom! That was a different world, Alone! We have evolved. We must move forward, and only back when it makes a point.”

Alone was quiet. He thought about the lecture he had just heard. He did not like the answer, but unlike other adults, Miss Dyer had taken the time to explain to him why he could do what he wanted. Now he understood why owning a gun was not a good idea for him, at least not at this stage of his life. He could not remember any other adult ever taking the time to make something so clear to him.

The following afternoon, Miss Dyer went to a gun and ammunitions dealer to buy Alone a realistic looking toy pistol. She was rather glad when she heard the ammunition dealer explain to her she could not purchase weapons and their ammunition in the same store. She was even happier when the clerk told her the price of bullets had just gone up ten fold! The new tax was designed to collect money for the unlucky ones who had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. As Miss Dyer left the store she could not help but think, “the price of ammunition ought to stop mixed up people from shooting off at innocent people. If they have to first work, rob, or steal to get the money to buy ammo, they might think twice – or more – or even just once, good Lord.”

That afternoon, the governess sprayed the little green plastic pistol with gold paint. “I will present this to Alone at Halloween, next fortnight,” she said. By then he ought to get a kick out of it! Fourteen days should be enough for him to have forgotten his obsession with guns.”

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION:

* What wish did Alone have?
* How did he choose to convey this wish?
* Why do you suppose Miss Dyer waited a fortnight to collect the journals? journals?
* What reaction did Miss Dyer have when she read Alone’s journal?
* What kind of store did Miss Dyer visit?
* What reason did she have to buy a gun?
* What is a fortnight?
* What was the result of the conversation between Miss Dyer and Alone?
* How is weaponry today different than in past ages?
* Where do you suppose Miss Dyer was thinking when she said, “No, I must not go there,”?
* What experience did Miss Dyer have in the store?
* Is Alone’s wish granted?
* What do you think happened?
* How do you think the way Miss Dyer handled the situation may have affected Alone’s character?
* Do you think she had the right to express to Alone her thoughts regarding the matter? After all, she was not his parent or teacher.

PLEASE REFER TO THE NEXT PAGE OF THE TEACHERS’ GUIDE for answers to these questions.

* quote from a movie starring Dame Judi Dench (sp? I’ll check later) and housekeeper Mrs. Bale from “As Time Goes By.”

No prayer.
This is the prayer.
All comments, like, dislike welcomed.

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