Date: Thu, 01 Jul 1999 07:08:15 PDT
From: LORD DRACUL <lordracul@hotmail.com>
Subject: Every Day Magic

This is a story about teen suicide in a small town.  It is a serious issue
and I hope that by Reading this it will help all of you over come and be
celebrant in your lives.  After all a life is an open book that must have
you to author it.  Thank you and you may contact me At
Lordracul@hotmail.com with any comments.

			      Every Day Magic
				    By
				Lord Dracul

	What is it that we seek from life?  I had asked my grandfather and
father this question at a very early age.  Neither of them unfortunately
knew the answer and my father being the wise man that he was took me
outside and pointed tot he road ahead:
	"This is where your life began son but down there somewhere, down
the road, is where your life will truly start."  Looking up into my
father's face I wondered what he meant.  I had a perfect life here with
him.  No worries whatsoever.  Thanking my father I decided to into town to
kill some time after all today was Saturday and I didn't have to return to
work until Monday.  It's hard living in a small town especially here in
Paulete not much to do especially when you're different from the rest.  Not
many people in this small town is gay and if they are they would never
openly admit it.  My father knew I was gay and knowing that I was mature
enough to handle a relationship he encouraged me to find some one to spend
my time.  But we both knew that living here Paulette it would be highly
unlikely that I would find someone to spend my time with at least some one
to truly love me.

	My name is Jeremy and I'm eighteen today, I have brown hair dark
eyes and stand about 5'9 and weigh 165lbs soaking wet.  I tried out for the
track team at the highschool and failed, then tried out for the football
team and that also was a failure.  Life for me seemed to be nothing but
failures, why should finding a lover be any different here in Dullsville.
Dad had told me that I had a lot going for me though, and I remember him
laughing when I asked him what they were.  He said, "Boy you inherited my
good looks and my work ethic."  Knowing this didn't help matters much.
Sure, I was good looking and I wouldn't starve to death but yet I woke up
every morning to an empty bed with nothing else to look forward too except
work and school.  That empty bed like my heart was something that I
constantly prayed would be filled and having all these thoughts running
around in my head made it a long walk into town.  As previous days before I
found myself walking this lonely road not praying for a miracle but just
some of the good Lord's every day magic.  Arriving at Jone's Diner, the
local hangout for kids in Paulette I sat down in a worn out booth feeling
disheartened and lonely, always lonely.  Sarah walked up to me and smiled,
"What'll it be suga'?"  "I'll have a hamburger, fries and coke thank you
ma'am."
	"Be here in a few Jeremy. Cheer up would you, you made my day by
calling me ma'am."  With that she vanished in the back to give Felix my
order.  Soon my food arrived and I only played with it not really wanting
it.  I found the more I sat there the more disappointed I became and then a
thought occurred to me, one that I had pushed far back in my mind, it
suddenly demanded to be heard - suicide.  Some how I knew that today would
be my last day on Earth and my last day to visit this diner.  I paid for my
food and left Sarah a big tip, she had written in large red letters on my
bill "Happy birthday Jeremy."  I thanked her and left.  Fifteen minutes had
passed since I left Jone's place and now I was standing on the edge of
Smith Bridge looking down over the Paulette River.  The bridge was nothing
spectacular to look at if any thing it was a great eyesore of
functionality.  I had looked at my watch before leaving and now looked at
it again, it had been 3:00 p.m. when I arrived at Jone's Diner and now it
was 3:15pm here at the bridge.  Looking out over the crystal, clear water I
found it to be perfectly serene.  I had many happy memories here.  I caught
my first big catfish on this very same spot some ten years ago with my
grandfather and he was so happy for me that he hugged me and when we got
back into town he took me for some ice cream and pizza.  Grandpa hated
pizza but he knew that I loved it and that's all that mattered to him that
day.
	Moving closer to the edge of the bridge my favorite Bible verse
flooded into my mind, Isaiah 40:31: "But they that wait upon the Lord shall
renew their strength; they Shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall
run, and not be Weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."
     Yeah, that's what I wanted to do, fly like an eagle across God's blue
sky.  I stretched out my arms and then bent my knees getting myself ready
to fly when I heard a Mark Raymond's voice.  "Jeremy what're you doing over
there.  You know this is a no eagle zone man besides this bridge is too
high for diving and if you jump there you'll smash your brains out on those
rocks."
	"I'm going for a swim Mark, at least not one that I'll be able to
run home and dry off from."
	Mark had come to the bridge to relax and fish before his football
practice.  He had been named the school's all-star quarterback standing six
feet tall and weighing two hundred pounds of solid all- American muscle.
He looked happy with his blonde hair shinning in the sun and apparently he
had other things on his mind because his nine-inch cock was hard in his
jeans.  Thinking about him almost made me forget why I came here in the
first place.  Looking back over the water I decided to step off of the
bridge.
	"Come on Jeremy, man, you don't want to be doing that on your
birthday can't you find something more relaxing than something so final.
Hey, man, I got another pole if you wanna fish."  He grabbed his cock
seductively as he spoke to me.  Seeing him do that made my cock harden in
my jeans and I decided it wasn't worth it after all if this hunk was
willing to let me "fish."  Turning away from the bridge my foot slipped out
from under me.  All of a sudden I no longer wanted to die.
	"Help me Mark!"  As I was falling I managed to grab a hold of the
edge of the bridge but knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on too long.
	"Shit!" was all I heard Mark say and saw his pole fly over the edge
of the bridge and watching it fall I knew that would be me soon.  Suddenly
I felt his strong arms lifting me up from the edge of the bridge and
straight up into the safety of his strong arms.  He held me close to him
and then stepping back away from the edge of the bridge into safety he bent
his head down and kissed me.  I melted in heaven.
	"Jeremy don't you ever do that to me again." He scolded.
	"To you, I thought I was doing it to me."  I mocked.
	"No, I came here today hoping you would be here so that I could
tell you how I felt about you since gradeschool, it was gonna be your
birthday present from me."
	"I didn't think any one knew I was alive in gradeschool, let alone
you Mark."
	"I noticed you the first time I saw you Jeremy." And he hugged me
tighter.
	Needless to say, we left the bridge together that day and moved
away to Chicago.  Now two years later Mark and I stand once again on the
Smith Bridge.  Not jump mind you, but to give thanks for some every day
magic that brought us together.  You see if I had jumped that day two years
ago I would have lost the most important thing to me, the love of my life,
Mark.  Holding each other tightly we watch the sun set on a new beginning
of our lives together.


The End

This maybe the end of this story but do not allow today to be the ending of
your story, life is a great book filled with love, mystery and hope, but
dear reader I can't write your story it takes you to do it.  If you find
yourself in the same situation that Jeremy did then find some one to talk
to who will listen to you.  Here is a number that you can call and speak to
some one who help you 1-800-522-8336 or in Canada 1-800-999-9999.  Please
get help somewhere.