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<p class="MsoNormal">Leonard I. Tuchyner, Author</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></u></p><br><div style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:black;"><br><br><br>-----Original Message-----<br>From: Leonard Tuchyner via Group3 <group3@bluegrasspals.com><br>To: group3@bluegrasspals.com <group3@bluegrasspals.com><br>Sent: Thu, Apr 27, 2023 10:29 am<br>Subject: [Critique Group3] Leonard's comments on Martia sub<br><br></div><div id="yiv6610431977"><div style="font-size:10pt;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:black;">
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Martia
sub for April 23</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Excellent</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">. A
storey of the way time and circumstances can work to smooth the edges of family
issues and history. </span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">The
message is that, </span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">in the
long run</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">and
transgressions.</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">This <u>piece<span style=""> </span>is filled with humor.</u></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">You
could probably write books about your<span style="">
</span>transgressions.</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">I
wonder whether there isn’t some tongue in <span style=""> </span>cheek to your remorse for<span style=""> </span>the reported transgressions. They seem more
to me to be non-transgressions.</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Just
living your own life on lyour own terms.</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">You
could probably write many books about<span style="">
</span>your transgressions.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">As a
school girl, I recounted my sins in the confessional—I fought with my brothers
and sisters six times, I disobeyed my parents nine times, I lied five times.
Truth was, I padded the lies to account for under-counting the number of times
I disobeyed my parents. Call it creative accounting.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Over
my lifetime, the times I disappointed my parents were too numerous to tally. A
baby boomer, a rebel, a wanna-be hippie, I tested their patience and fortitude
for decades.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">The
gravity of my transgressions escalated during high school. I confessed directly
to God so the poor priest wouldn’t have to grapple with the future of my soul.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">“Bless
me, Father, for I have sinned…I drank too much Boone’s Farm Apple wine and
vomited behind a bush on school property; I smoked marijuana during our senior
skip day-and liked it; I slept with my boyfriend, but I consulted Planned
Parenthood before indulging.”</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Since
God didn’t strike me down for my offenses, what my parents didn’t know wouldn’t
hurt them.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Once I
reached adulthood, Mom and Dad were forced to endure my
wrongdoings--retribution was beyond their reach. It pained them when I divorced
two times and married again, the third time to a Jewish man who introduced me
to Buddhism. Surely, I would burn in hell. My father prayed at our
unconventional wedding to the Christian God on our behalf. Never one to hedge
my bets, I figured it couldn’t hurt.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Did
you mean to say to not hedge your bets? F Your sentence seems to be saying that
you wanted to hedge your bets by your father praying for you.</span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Between
marriages and moves across the country, the distance between our viewpoints
widened. When we reconnected for holidays or family reunions, our spirited
debates sparked heated disagreements. Words regretted couldn’t be recalled.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Dad
and Mom lived well into their nineties, none the worse for wear. Forgiveness
and forgetfulness settled the dust from stormy days. Water muddied by tears ran
clear under the bridge </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Wow.
Thats a load of imagery to<span style=""> </span>digest. Good.</span></u></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">spanning
time. Diminished vision and dementia softened the sharp edges. Ultimately,
happy memories rose to the top like champagne bubbles to blunt the pain.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Truly
great analogies.</span></u></b><b><u><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></u></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Reconciliation,
after decades of wrongdoing, came down to the wire.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">My
mother took a fall and suffered a head injury. For three weeks, her health
declined while her family resisted the reality that she wouldn’t recover. Of
course, we all hoped for a miracle. Alone at her hospital bedside, I promised
Mom we would cease interventions and bring her home under hospice care. Promise
kept. Hours later, she succumbed in comfort at home with our dear old Dad by
her side.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">When
Dad’s hour came, his bedroom was over-crowded with children and grandchildren,
clergy, caregivers, and neighbors. When the volume of voices in denial became
intrusive, I suggested the vigil migrate to the living room. Kneeling by Dad’s
bedside with only the hospice nurse as a witness, I held my father’s hand. Thank
you, he seemed to whisper as he sighed his final breath in peace.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:white;" class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:New serif;color:#222222;">Despite
a lifetime of remorse, I managed to redeem myself at the end.</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:#222222;"></span></p>
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<p class="yiv6610431977MsoNormal">Leonard I. Tuchyner, Author</p>
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