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Pastimes : ISOMAN AND HIS CAVE OF SOLITUDE -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: barbara sperino who wrote (77)	12/13/1998 6:29:00 AM
From: ISOMAN	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 539

You just love making me cry.

To: barbara sperino who wrote (77)	12/30/1998 7:03:00 AM
From: ISOMAN	Respond to of 539

Oh look a kindred spirit... Ry At his request, each morning three-year-old Ry's mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T- shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel became a brilliant magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman. Outfitted each day in his "cape," Ry's days were packed with adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman. This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ry his name. "Superman," he answered politely and without pause. The teacher smiled forgivingly, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, "Your real name, please." Again, Ry answered, "Superman." Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in a voice quite stern, said, "I will have to have your real name for the records." Sensing he'd have to play straight with the teacher, Ry slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and patting a corner of frayed towel at his shoulder, answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy, "Clark Kent." By Joyce Meier

To: barbara sperino who wrote (77)	1/8/1999 9:12:00 AM
From: ISOMAN	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 539

The Prettiest Angel For the past 20 years I have spoken to all kinds of audiences in the character of Benjamin Franklin, complete with costume. One day after a school assembly, I was visiting a fifth-grade classroom to answer questions. One student raised his hand and said, "I thought you died." This was not an unusual question and I answered it by saying, "Well, I did die on April 17, 1790, when I was 84 years old, but I didn't like it and I'm never going to do it again." I immediately asked for any other questions and called on a boy at the back of the room who raised his hand. He asked, "When you were in Heaven, did you see my mother there?" My heart stopped. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. My only thought was, don't blow this! I realized for an 11-year-old boy to ask that question in front of all of his classmates, it had to either be a very recent occurrence or of utmost concern. I also knew I had to say something. Then I heard my voice say: "I'm not sure if she is the one I think she was, but if she is, she was the prettiest angel there." The smile on his face told me that it was the right answer. I'm not sure where it came from, but I think I just may have had a little help from the prettiest angel there. By Ralph Archbold from Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen & Patty Hansen