Stress-friends

Stress is that really annoying guy who won't stop following you and always wants to talk to you, even though you talked to him 3 minutes ago. It just talks to talk. Stress won't go away until you finally find a convincing disguise to alleviate his persistent ability to find you.
He always arrives at the worst time possible. It seems as though you're fighting with someone and are in mid-verbiage when he jumps on in and says, "Dude, you comin' to tennis practice today?"

... And a side of Dream

Every time a new fad has expressed itself among my brain (where I actually fancy the idea), it is not a part of me until that idea has passed initiation through a dream. Not like and aspiring dream to be a paleontologist when I grow up, but to have Mr. Sandman vacation to my slumber and bring me a movie to watch. Unless I have a dream about this "Fad," then I cannot claim to be apart of it.

Through this standard, I now write in waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse to take place (any day now), as professional auto-body repairman and as a time-lost 70's highway patrolman.

I'm still waiting for a dream to convert myself into getting a 4.0 this term, but it has not come yet, but the key is to have faith. "The dreams will come if they are meant for you" (St. Orm 4:6-10).

Who's Courage?

Courage is directly related to the amount found in your leader. As a sidekick, you don't speak for yourself, but both words and actions. It has been known throughout the history of the world that once a leader or commander has been overpowered, then the rest of his crew (however large) will crumble. And if it does hold on to some hint of life and manage to survive the ordeal, they will at least be in disarray unless a new leader is appointed fast.
Knowing this, choose your leader wisely. It is him/her who speaks for your congregation and whatever he gets you into, it now your problem. Therefore, your battles are those of your leaders courage.
Leaders have special abilities that come with the job, like +2 fortitude, +3 persuasion and a whopping +7 to diplomacy. Leaders have the power to imbue courage among his subjects, but also can take it away. It is there other actions that help them get more boosts to their stats.
A wise sidekick once said, "Make sure your top-dog knows all elements of the map and scenario. If you do this, then your party will be one that will lead to great fortune and vast experience."

Good 'ol Fear

Fear, is quite the unfair player. I've never witnessed anything more fearful in my life then that first time I went toe-to-toe with good ol' Fear.

There I was, on a hike up the back mountains of Saratoga Springs, that gently caressed the sky with its massive.... height. That's when Fear first struck.

We grappled for quite some time before he fled into the thick growth. I rested and right when I got my bearings, I thought about Fear returning and what he would be bring. From the corner of my eye, I saw an ominous figure looming behind the foliage. It was tall, thick and hairy.
And then wham-o! Fear was came at me once again! It took all my strength to get him to back off, but rest assured, I did.
There was no time to regain my strength, when all of a sudden, I felt something tickle my arm. I instinctively itched, but did not hit skin when I reached, but a big, treacherous spider, basking on my arm.
In an instant, Fear tackled me to the ground started wailing on me with his clenched fists.
I didn't even fight back. I was far too tired to react, or even think about the Fear upon me.
As fast as it started, Fear had released me, and ventured back into the woods.
I lied there in shambles for quite sometime, before realizing that I was half-way up the mountain and was committed to making it to the top.
It was Fear's final blow. He was on top of me once again, going for the jugular. I held my hands at my throat to shield his furious attempts to chock me out. My strength was failing me once again, and I once again gave up. Cleared my mind and gave no attention to my current situation.
Once again, Fear had fled away, mid-strike.
I awoke to some loving faces in the comfort of my own bed. I opened my eyes and found that my room was dark. Seeing only faint outlines of the furniture and other components of my room, I saw good 'ol Fear standing in the corner, watching.

Creativity HERE

There is one creative mechanism that surpasses most when it comes to everyday life, and how to make it more manageable. There was once a time when we had to grab both a fork, and a spoon when eating something that had a liquid (suitable for a spoon) and a solid (appropriate for a fork). When going to restaurants, one had to make sure they had to grab both, making hand-space limited. It is often a problem to forget one of them in your rush to chow-down on some grub.
Then the "Spork" came and put together the two most important utensils to ever hit man-kind's hands. It is a perfect example of unity among the powers of the world (F.Y.I.).

"A Quick End"

By Patrick Boyd

Single fatal crash,
A deafening explosion,
Pieces everywhere.
Legos thrown against a wall,
makes disassembly simple.  

This poem, is fresh in the library of poetry.com since five days ago. I think Boyd has a good arrangement here that is easy to relate to. Breaking something is the easiest way to disassemble something ("Spot on Watson!"). I think it is an ideal focus on the human reaction, but how easy do we recreate this action... with love?