Is blood thicker than water?.. Not in my case. I may be hauole but im the blacksheep in my 'family'. The 'water' is more precious than the 'blood'. I was bled from thier hearts like a helpless swine. I dont pitty myself, i pitty them for thier loss.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
episode 4
show me a vision...release me from my prison....so many hurtful tears i've shed....so much blood my arms have bled....like a rag doll tattered and torn....to have that feeling to be safe and warm...shivering all through gthe night...wishing someone would hold me tight...
Friday, November 4, 2011
episode 3
THE TROLLS
By Ed Schine
The true story of the Trolls as it happened to Ed Schine in Honolulu, Hawaii.
It was Saturday, November 1977, about 12:00 in the afternoon. I was in Chinatown going to a store to buy supplies. Approximately 30 yards in front of me was a little old lady starting to cross the street, which was crowded with shoppers and cars. As she stepped into the street, she fell and was laying half in the street and half on the sidewalk. It was a strange scene because the street was very busy yet no one would stop to help her; everyone just walked around her.
When I reached her, I helped her up and handed her the walking cane she used. She looked up at me but did not say a word. Her hair was matted and she had an old army blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She handed me a brown paper lunch bag. I tried to give it back to her but instead she turned and continued on her journey down the street. That was the first and last time I saw that lady.
I walked back to my truck, got inside and checked the paper sack; I thought it might be her lunch. Instead it was a tiny troll doll about 3” high with golden hair and a slight smile. The arms and head moved. I thought to myself, “Wow! That’s pretty cool. I wish I had more of these cute trolls”. Smiling, I put the troll on the dashboard of my truck.
During this same time period, I owned the 23rd Step; the exact number of steps leading to this second floor nightclub, in Kailua, Oahu, Hawaii. One morning while on my way home, after working until 5:00 am, I received a phone call from my club manager saying she couldn’t get into the club because there were boxes blocking the steps and entrance. I returned to the club and I saw 25 large boxes; they were lined up along the staircase all the up to the back door of the club. I don’t know who sent them or who delivered them. No one saw anything, not even the people working at the convenience store next door, approximately 40 yards away. I carried the boxes inside and opened them. They were filled to top with trolls, thousands and thousands of trolls; exactly 19,780 of them.
That year, we gave thousands of trolls to the children in the hospitals throughout Hawaii. And for the next few years, we gave each child who attended our annual Christmas program and every lady that enjoyed Ladies’ Night, at the 23rd Step, a lucky troll. During Ladies’ Night, I would tell the ladies to hold the troll in one hand and cup it with the other hand. Not a sound was heard, I continued, “When you can hear the beat of your heart, make a wish”. For the next two years, I received phone calls and notes from ladies telling me that their wishes had come true.
Now 24 years later, I still have that original troll sitting on my desk. Like me, his hair has turned from the golden color to grey and his face has darkened but his smile is still on his face.
By Ed Schine
The true story of the Trolls as it happened to Ed Schine in Honolulu, Hawaii.
It was Saturday, November 1977, about 12:00 in the afternoon. I was in Chinatown going to a store to buy supplies. Approximately 30 yards in front of me was a little old lady starting to cross the street, which was crowded with shoppers and cars. As she stepped into the street, she fell and was laying half in the street and half on the sidewalk. It was a strange scene because the street was very busy yet no one would stop to help her; everyone just walked around her.
When I reached her, I helped her up and handed her the walking cane she used. She looked up at me but did not say a word. Her hair was matted and she had an old army blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She handed me a brown paper lunch bag. I tried to give it back to her but instead she turned and continued on her journey down the street. That was the first and last time I saw that lady.
I walked back to my truck, got inside and checked the paper sack; I thought it might be her lunch. Instead it was a tiny troll doll about 3” high with golden hair and a slight smile. The arms and head moved. I thought to myself, “Wow! That’s pretty cool. I wish I had more of these cute trolls”. Smiling, I put the troll on the dashboard of my truck.
During this same time period, I owned the 23rd Step; the exact number of steps leading to this second floor nightclub, in Kailua, Oahu, Hawaii. One morning while on my way home, after working until 5:00 am, I received a phone call from my club manager saying she couldn’t get into the club because there were boxes blocking the steps and entrance. I returned to the club and I saw 25 large boxes; they were lined up along the staircase all the up to the back door of the club. I don’t know who sent them or who delivered them. No one saw anything, not even the people working at the convenience store next door, approximately 40 yards away. I carried the boxes inside and opened them. They were filled to top with trolls, thousands and thousands of trolls; exactly 19,780 of them.
That year, we gave thousands of trolls to the children in the hospitals throughout Hawaii. And for the next few years, we gave each child who attended our annual Christmas program and every lady that enjoyed Ladies’ Night, at the 23rd Step, a lucky troll. During Ladies’ Night, I would tell the ladies to hold the troll in one hand and cup it with the other hand. Not a sound was heard, I continued, “When you can hear the beat of your heart, make a wish”. For the next two years, I received phone calls and notes from ladies telling me that their wishes had come true.
Now 24 years later, I still have that original troll sitting on my desk. Like me, his hair has turned from the golden color to grey and his face has darkened but his smile is still on his face.
Monday, October 31, 2011
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