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http://SupremeMasterTV.com Colorful Cuisines with Chef Cary Brown: Bananarama Vegan Ice Cream Sundae. Episode: 973, Air Date: 14 May 2009.

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Today is the conclusion of The Pearl Orchid from Cary McFadden __________________________________________________________________ Extraordinary things happen around us continually. We just don’t always recognize them. The thought occurs to me that a great life doesn’t always seem great while we’re living it. They may seem embarrassingly regular. Seeking to be extraordinary isn’t the answer, because great lives are never achieved by making greatness the goal. -1- Above all the other sounds that surrounded him he clearly heard the dull thud of his army boot landing upon the wooden dock. It was such an ordinary sound, but it struck him as different, as somehow meaningful. He could not help from feeling that this was the first step. A new life had just begun. What worried him was that he was not sure what this new life would be. This was his first stop back from his war. He had no one to come back to and therefore no place that he belonged, so he thought that he would use this opportunity to go somewhere he had never been. As he stepped down the dock, along with several hundred others, he wondered. He wondered what the future was going be. He wondered where he would eat supper. He wondered where he would sleep that night. He made his way through the crowd and out into the small park that was the entrance to the city. This park was full of benches placed end to end in curving lines, the benches were full of people, both bums and lovers, with the occasional officer strolling through, checking things out. As he looked at the bums and the lovers sharing opposite benches he knew which one he was. He sat down at one of these, thinking he would rest his feet, get the feel of the place and figure out what was his next move. He was still dressed in his army greens, with his bag full of everything he owned. As he rested there on the cold, wood and iron bench, on the edge of this small, crescent park, on the tip of this island that contains the largest city in America his mind drifted away. He briefly forgot where he was, that he was feeling lost and lonely. His hand slipped into his pants pocket and pulled out a pin. A lady’s pin fashioned from gold in the shape of an orchid with a tiny, delicate pearl in the center of the petals. It was worn and a little bent out of shape. It was dirty and the clasp on the back would not stay closed. After all it had traveled around the world, laid in hundreds of foxholes and been shot at for several years. It was his grandmother’s pin. She had given it to him when he left their small east Texas wood framed house. It was given to him to be a constant reminder of home and a loved one that cared about him. He turned the pin over and over in his hand, just like millions of times before, as he thought about the woman who had given it to him. But this time his thoughts went beyond this love. He remembered a cold, quite night in a forest in France, when the stars shone so bright over head that his sense of loneliness became too over whelming. He remembered the long boat ride across the English canal when everything inside him wanted to come up, and not just because of the rough seas. He remembered the first time he saw someone fall from the bullet of his gun and how he cried that night for him and his family. He remembered the night in Paris when the whole world was a party but he was still alone and lost. He remembered how this pin had been there with him through all the times. It had been there to ground him and remind him that there would be a world to come back to, a familiar world full of love and laughter. It reminded him that no matter what this current world was throwing at him, that someone loved him and was thinking about him. He had survived because of this pin. And now as he sits in this park, he thinks back to the letter he finally got, after arriving safe back in England, telling him that his grandmother, the giver of the love and the giver of the pin, had passed away. “I guess she felt like her work was done”, he said to himself under his breath. He put the pin back in his pocket until needed again. From his pack he pulls out a map that he had picked up on the ferry ride over from were he departed the transit liner. “Where to?” with more of a chipper attitude. He looked over the map and saw nothing indicating to him anything about food or shelter, just a web of lines of Ave’s and St’s. But finally one thing did catch his eye, in big bold letters “Time Square. I bet there will be plenty of activity there.” So with his mind set, he retied his bag, folded the map and stuffed it in his jacket pocket and stood up. It did not take him long to decide on a direction since he knew he was at the very bottom of the city and there was only one way to go. So with a little lighter step and a little gayer heart he started out into the mess of metal and concrete. He had a sense of purpose now, feeling that big things could happen. Of course this feeling was not a rational feeling; he had no reason to feel this sense of adventure. For many times over the past 3 years he had set out in much more unusual places with much bigger goals in mind, and those missions had given him an older perspective, a view of the world that surpassed his 22 year old mind. But now he was a child again setting out on an adventure in his own back yard. He knew that this feeling of optimism was not grounded in anything real, but for the moment he did not care and he let it run. As he walked he passed store front after store front and he took an interest in them all. Some were fancy shops while others were completely unnecessary to daily life. Many contained completely functional wares and others were only for the rich with nothing else to spend there money on. He looked into each and every one. There were small grocers, fruit stands, wineries, and chocolatiers, Drug stores, jewelry stores, ladies fashions and the occasional pet shop. All sparked his interest. He wanted to go into each one and smell the smells, touch the fabrics and taste the meats and cheeses, but he knew there would be time for that, now he was simply content to take it all in as a spectator. He wanted to see it all, so he must keep walking. Sometimes this walk would slow to a casual stroll and he would take in not only what was behind the glass windows for sale but also the people in the stores selling them, the people walking around just browsing and the others milling around him on the street. At other times his pace would quicken as he wondered what was on the next block. Through all of this he was amazed, his face did not show it, it was still hard and mature, but his heart was a young boy. It was bubbling and excited. But it was growing darker with each step. It was beginning to realize what his mind never forgot. He was alone. -2- It was quite a walk, but compared to other recent walks, this was nothing and he was making the distance in no time. The distance was also shortened due to his interest in the sights. As he watched everything that passed by him the repetition started to become obvious. The faces that were so brilliant and unique were now molding into a single formless expression. There was just too many people and too many sights to remember each and thus the distention of each became harder and harder to see. With each step he slowly began to turn inward. He began to remember the fact that he had no one in this world, that he was the last of his family. He thought about the fact that many of his friends had not made the return trip. That he had no job, no home, and not much money. He fell into a deepness, into a lie that said his life was pointless. He argued against it. He knew that things would workout; he did not want to fall into this pit again. As he tried to climb out he thought that he would try to distract himself with a change of pace and scenery. Seeing a small dinner on the opposite side, he quickly cut across the street between the passing cars. Stepping inside the smell of coffee and food frying hit him hard. It was a welcome slap. He sat down at a booth that butted up to a large window that over looked the sidewalk outside. He was starting to feel better, to sit still, and to own this small booth for a moment. As he sat there he quickly remember the pin. He reached into his pocket to pull out this reminder. Just as the tip of his finger touched the edge of one of the petals he heard a voice. “I’ll be right with you”, was said in haste as the waitress passed by him in a blur. He looked up but did not see her, although he did see his surroundings for the first time. He saw the long shiny white bar that ran from the back of the room to almost the front door. He saw the two women behind it talking to one another and ignoring the 3 or 4 people seating in front of them. He saw the 4 or so booths that lined the wall opposite from the bar, two being filled with a pair of couples each. The room was bright. The walls, floors and countertops were all white as white could be. Everything that was not white was either black or chrome. The only other color in the room was the dark, deep red leather that covered the seats. The place was not busy. As he finally caught eye of the waitress she was moving slower this time. She arrived at his table and asked in a New York accent that he had heard from so many men, “How ya doin’ today?” This was not an unusual question but it had been so long since he had heard courtesy. He had grown accustomed to being either given orders or being treated as a victor being given spoils. But this inquiry was as a friend talking to another friend, an equal. A person to a person. He looked up to her and saw two eyes, hazel, looking back at him. Nothing really special, but so soft and caring. She repeated the question in a slower tone, “How ya doin’ today?” He replied with a not very convincing ok. “Do ya’ know what ya’d like?” He replied, “coffee, please.” “Sure thing.” She walked off, now obviously in no hurry. When she returned, empty cup in hand and full pot in the other, she not only set them down but she sat down across from him herself. “Do you mind? My feet are so soar, I could use the break.” “No, of course not. Please do.” She filled his cup and they both just sat there in silence as he took his first few sips. She finally broke the silence with an awkward voice, “You just get back?” “Yes, just today. Just stepped off the boat about 2 hours ago.” “Wow. So you don’t really sound like you are from here.” “I’m from Texas. This is my first time here.” They talked on like this for a bit. There were a few small silences but mostly just friendly questions and honest answers. From time to time she would get up to check on a table or greet a new customer but every time she would return. On one of these away times he watched her moving around the dinner. It reminded him of the fact that had brought him into this place to start with, that he had nothing in this world. As he watched, she would pick up and distribute plates of food, she would take a table change for the payment, she would even clean up the table when customers were done, and from time to time, while in passing or as she would make small talk with a customer she would glance back him and smile. His heart would lift, but only for a second. It was a harsh reminder that this beautiful, lovely, sweet woman was not his and that he in fact had nothing or no one that came close to that in his life. As he began to dwell on this fact his head slowly sank. As was his habit in such times, he reached into his pocket and found his little reminder, his pendant. He pulled it out and began to turn it over and over. He tried to remember his home and the love of his Grandmother, the love that he was now so missing. She returned and sat down without his noticing for a second. She briefly watched as he stared at the pin. She wondered what was going on behind those inward turned eyes. She could only image all that he had been through. He looked like a small boy who was trying so hard to act older than he really was to hide his tears. Not pity and not judgment, but compassion. Has he noticed her watching him he knew that he had been caught. He extended his hand out towards her, pin laying face up in his palm. Without moving she looked at it for a couple of seconds and then looked and him and grinned. She reached out and gently took the pin from his hand. Without a word on either side she took it and turned it over to reveal the clasp that would not stay. She removed a pin from her apron and commenced to work on it. With a few quick moves and clever pries the clasp would now stay closed. With an even bigger grin she handed it back to him. He looked at it and her and now a smile came over him as well. He asked, “I didn’t get your name. Mine is James.” “I’m Alecia. It is very nice to meet you James. So what do you have planned for your visit?” “I’m not really sure.” “Well what would you like to do?” A little sheepish look come over his face, then it showed bright with excitement, “Ice skating.” “Ice skating? Well, ok. I haven’t been in years, but hey you’re only here for a short time so if you want to go ice skating then ice skating it is.” She jumped up from the booth with a bounce that he had taken notice of, a bounce that seemed to infect him a little. She quickly disappeared through swinging door at the far end of the bar and then reappeared as quickly as she left, but now minus her apron and paper hat. The sound of her soles clapping against the tile floor and then the slide up to the booth fill the café. “You ready?” barely stopping for his answer. He got up and quickly fished into his pocket for the quarter to pay for the coffee. As her infectious smile and gay steps burst out the door and onto the busy sidewalk, he wondered what he has gotten a hold of. -3- They walked in silence for a bit, with her leading the way, but plenty was being said. She was looking into the store fronts just as he had earlier, with the same sense of seeing them for the first time. He watched her closely and wondered how she could do that. How she could have the heart of a child, the spirit of innocence, when she lived in such a harsh and lively place. “So tell me a little about yourself.” He finally said. “What do you mean? “Well we’ve talked about me, but all I know about you is your name and the fact that you work in a café. What do you do for fun, where’s your family? Things like that.” “Well there’s not much to tell. I’m just me.” Not really wanting the attention, which he took as odd since she seemed so confident and comfortable with life. Trying to help her, “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” “Nope. It’s just me. My parents call me their Gift, since they were told early on that they could not have children. I was a surprise and a gift, so they think.” “Do you get along with your parents?” “Yea, of course. Why shouldn’t I? They live over in Jersey. I typically go over and spend Sundays with them. Yea, I’m a very lucky girl, we get along great.” Her already bright face lit up even more when she caught the sight of something over his shoulder. She let an Oooooh! and then quickly side stepped around him. He spun around trying to follow her energy but found himself just a bit behind. It was a dog, a huge dog, a Great Dane. He watched as she instantly became friends with the owner as she talked to the dog. He stepped up beside her but his hands never left his pockets. He had never seen such a bright and open spirit in such a delicate form, such joy. This was a contrast to all that he had grown accustom to over the past few years. He had seen happiness but not joy. Happiness that was caused by the surroundings but not joy that just existed in a spirit. She possessed this quality and he was captivated by it, he was taking it in and finding it very satisfying. It gave him a sense of energy and relaxation at the same time. He felt a freedom to exist and enjoy the world that he had never known. He had had to be on guard and defensive for so long he forgot that there was another way. “So you like dogs?” as they finally strolled away. “Of course, don’t you?” “Sure, at least I thought I did. So how long have you worked at the dinner?” “For about 3 years now, but I have bigger plans.” He had no doubt. “I’m going to nursing school. I’m about half way through. I go to class 2 nights a week and every other Saturday. I really love dealing with the people and getting my hands dirty, but there is so much science that I’m really having to work at it. It’s really getting to me.” He could not image this firecracker getting frustrated or ever encountering anything that could get the best of her. “I’m sure you will make it just fine.” “Well, I started out wanting to be a Vet but that was way too much for me, too much science and money. So here I am stuck helping people.” She said sarcastically. They both laugh. “You have a very pretty smile. You should smile more. You know when you smile you get a little dimple just there.” She softly placed the tip of her finger on his check. He had been wearing this same face for the past 22 years and he had never known that. He smiled even bigger and sheepishly turned his face away. As they walked in silence turning this corner and that, crossing street after street, he thought about this touch. He remembered the loving touch of his grandmother’s hands. How gently they would cup his cheeks as she kissed his forehead every night at bedtime. Alecia could see the light grow dark on his face. Her eyes switched from bright to soft as she found herself caring about this young man. She noticed him reach into his pants pocket and that he was turning something over and over. She remembered the pin. She thought to herself about what this pin had meant. Was it a gift from a girl friend, was it a found trinket he had brought back. She knew that it was something that contained something special for him. Once again, without a word she reached out her hand with her empty palm up. He looked at it and then at her face. Without ever taking his eyes off of hers he pulled the pin out of his pocket and placed in her hand. His hand remained for a second. Then with a blast, a smile exploded across her face and she took off. He watched her sprint ahead, weaving in and out of distinguished men in suits and portly older women in long dresses, all giving her a look. She glanced back with the same large smile and then disappeared into a shop. “Well, what have I gotten myself into?” he wondered to himself again as he picked up his step to catch up. As he reached the metal framed glass door he could see Alecia inside spinning a display case full of bracelets. The words on the door read Martinique Jewelers. He stepped in and up to her side. “The man is cleaning it.” She said as she continued to look into the case. “It was a bit dirty. It could use a good cleaning. So tell me about the pin.” “Well it’s not much just a bit of a memory for me.” He said as she turned to focus on him. He now looked away and feigned interest in another case. He had never talked honestly to anyone about the pin. If anyone had asked about it before it was never out of true interest, just selfish curiosity. But he knew that this girl was different. “It was my grandmother’s pin. I remember as a child when we would go to Sunday morning church and I would sit in her lap for the ride into town she would always be wearing it. I would thumb it and gently rub the perils. They were so soft and smooth. Every Sunday she would wear the pin. The day I left to go to Europe she gave me the pin. She told me that if ever I needed a reminder of home and the never changing love of family that I could take the pin out and I would be right back at home, right back in that old truck going to church.” Just then a man with thick glasses and rolled up sleeves appeared through a swinging door in the back. He handed the pin to Alecia and she quickly looked it over and then handed it to James. He inspected it closely. It had never shined so brilliantly, except in his memory. He gave a smile to her and she gave it right back. She asked the man how much and he said for her it was no charge. They both thanked him and walked out the door hand in hand. -4- They walked down the sidewalk for a bit, hand in hand and each with a large smile. They walked just a few more blocks until they arrived at Madison Square Gardens. When she stepped up the ticket window you could see the excitement on his face. “Is this were we are going?” “Yea. The Rangers are playing tonight so they have a public skate today.” “Wow, I’ve listened to so many fights from here, I never ever thought that I would get to come here.” “Two please and two pairs of skates, also.” Was her request to the man behind the window. “That will be two fifty. You get the skates inside.” He replied with a gruffness. “So why ice skating” she asked as they waited for the rental man to retrieve their skates. “Have you been before?” “Nope. But I’ve always seen pictures of it and always told myself that if I every got to go up north that I would give it a try. So here I am and now here I am” as he walks up to the long glass windows that over looked the rink. They quickly strapped on their skates and gingerly stepped out on the ice. As James held on to the edge and slowly made his way around, Alecia speed around the rink, not too smoothly but defiantly not her first time. She caught up with him and took his hand. She led him away from the edge and together they laughed and skated, skated and laughed. Some times holding hands, sometimes she would skate ahead but rarely did their eyes leave each others. His heart was so high. He had never experienced such pure and uncontained joy. He was just in that moment. He was not worried about the future and he did not need the past as a crutch. He was just himself. At that moment it was just the two of them. As she skated up beside him she asked “need a break?” “Want some hot chocolate?” he responded. She nodded and they skated off. After returning their skates they make their way over to the concession area, picked up some hot chocolate and sit down on the same side of a booth. They take a few sips. As he thought about the day and about this girl he remembered his grandmother. He remembered her love. He took the pin out of his pocket, now bright and shinny, glowing with new life, and pinned it on her collar. She looked down at it and smiled. “It really is a pretty pin” she said. “You really are a very beautiful woman.” She took up his hand again and they sipped some more. “It’s an orchid, you know. I think they are my favorite flower and not just because of this pin but because they are just so delicate and unique. Each one is an original, like a work of art.” “Yea, I know what you mean” as looks down at the pin. Jumping up “Come on I’ve got something I want to show you.” He slid out of the booth and as she started to pounce out of the building she grabbed his hand. This time he beat her to the door and with his body he blocked her from opening it. She slid to a stop and into him. He reached down and got a quick kiss before disappearing out the door. Their gayety spilled out on the sidewalk and they laughed all the way to her apartment. The lights were beginning to come on as the streets were disappearing into the shadows of the buildings. The sidewalk was now much quieter. They come to a stop in front of a brown brick building. Judging from the windows, three single panes climbing up the right side and three double panes going up the left, it was a fairly narrow building. “I live on the second floor. I have a small one room apartment there. It’s not fancy but it is clean.” She stepped up to the door and with a quick turn of the lock they were inside. The entry room was dusty and dim. There were two closed doors on the left side of the room with the word “Office” above the nearer one. The rest of the room was barren and stark. Directly in front of them, a stair case ran up the right side of the long narrow room. She began to leap and bounce up them with him not far behind. She pointed to a door as she ran past it and round to the next flight of stairs. “That’s my place.” They reached the fourth floor and as she opened the only door at the top of the stairs her demeanor changed. The energy that had been bursting from her as they ran up the stairs had now changed into a softness. A quite, anticipator excitement. The room was bright from the sunlight. The walls and the ceiling were all glass. It was a small greenhouse built on the roof. The room was completely full of flowers of all different colors. But they were all the same kind, they were all orchids. There must have been 20 or 30 flowers in this small glass room. The brilliant sunlight shining on the many varied hues set the room afire with color, like a wonderful work of art. “Do you like them? Aren’t they beautiful?” Alecia asked. “Yes. They are wonderful. Whose are they?” “They’re mine. I love flowers and orchids are my favorite. I started this garden not long after I moved in here. My mom and I used to grow them together, ever since I was a little girl….Aren’t they beautiful?” As the orange light from the setting sun shown across the room, they looked into each other’s eyes. He turned to her and they stood face to face. He thought to himself as he looked into her soft eyes so full of life, “My war is over.” He knew that this was the love that he had been holding onto in those dark times, the love that he refused to let go of. The love that the pin represented was not gone, only now it was becoming more fully realized. As the filtered sun hit the pin it seemed to come alive with the light. It melted into the blooms that surrounded them. The smell of the flowers filled his senses. The seed of love that the pin contained was finally blooming. He was alive. He was safe. He was home. “The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” Zep 3:17 - The End - And thats all I have to say about that. Follow us on Facebook FishNews Keep up with what s going on in the world with this twitter feed. 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