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Ray's armor begins to crack when Izahk walks into his life.
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After everyone was seated in the theatre, the house lights dimmed with a single spotlight on center stage in front of the closed curtain. The students operating the lighting were doing a great job. I was seated in the front row. I then saw Izahk step onto the stage from the wings. He stepped to the micophone. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to AngelWork Theatre for our first production". The audience applauded. "A little over a year ago, I sneaked into this old building through an unlocked back d
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The old school had been gutted. The architect and the engineer had gotten the building under a good roof and stabililized. It was now time to begin reconstructing the auditorium. "Sir, I think the theatre should have a balcony. It just isnt a theatre without a balcony". I agreed. 'I am going to talk to the architect to see if he can design a balcony". Izahk didnt want any support posts to the balcony feeling that it would obstruct the view from the back seats. Again, I agreed. We were in the old
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Izahk and I were driving through the old town. The only factory in town had moved operations off-shore leaving the town with little employment. A large chain store had moved into the center of the county beside the consolidated high school. This resulted in most of the small businesses being forced out of business making the old town a ghost town. He stopped by the former high school on Main Street. It was a lovely old building that I had always admired while feeling saddened that it had fallen
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Fall in the mountains is always peaceful. The trees turn from green to a pallette of red, browns, golds, and yellows. There is a crispness to the air signalling that soon the Winter snows will fall coating the earth in white. Izahk turned to me in our bed, "Will you come with me to Granny's church for the Homecoming on Sunday?". In his Angel Work, he had been working with the young people at the church teaching them how to sing. Each Wednesday night, he would come home excited with their progres
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In the first year that we came home, I saw Izahk heal daily restoring his body and his mind from the disease-damaged, skelton-like creature to become a healthy young man again. He began his 'Angel Work' as he called it going to the nursing home weekly to singing with the choir at his granny's church. Admittedly, he was not yet 'The Izahk' he had been, but he forced himself to stretch his boundries daily. He would go to the professor weekly to continue voice and piano lessons. The professor was g
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Izahk had completed four wonderful seasons starring in 'Timmy'. Frank decided to end the American run moving the musical to the West End in London. We had the Summer off to return to our home in the Virginia Mountains. At the party after the final production, Izahk seemed tired. On Sunday morning, I awoke early making my way into the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast food..waffles with butter and syrup. "Wake up, Baby, I have your waffles ready". He opened his eyes, but looked so weak. "
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I could tell that Izahk was happy to be back on stage. He was at his happiest when performing. After a Saturday night performance, we were in his dressing room as he removed the stage makeup. The stage manager came in announcing, "Izahk, there is a young man here requesting to see you. He never refused an autograph or anyone who wanted to talk to him. I saw a young man walk in..well-dressed and quite handsome. I had no clue who he was. Izahk took one look, jumped up running to him with a big hug
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I was inside tidying up the house when I heard the phone ring. It was the professor. "What's Pierre doing?" "He's outside working on his truck". "May I come over?" "Sure..how about supper while you are here?" I had selected the site for Joey's grave.. a favorite spot of mine overlooking the old house on a slight hill. I had asked Izahk what I should have inscribed on his tombstone. He quickly replied to have his name on top and below that his birthdate and the date of his death. Then at
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The professor called wanting to come by the house to talk about Izahk's progress. He arrived just as Izahk was getting ready to go sing to the people who were patients at the nursing home. He drove over once a week to sing for them, He always took flowers or candy as gifts for them. He hugged me goodbye and the professor while clutching the fresh-cut flowers he had cut from the gardens. I saw him pull off in his old truck as the professor and I sat there. In less than ten minutes, I heard the sc
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I was too excited to fall asleep. Frank and I sat in the kitchen talking over coffee. "I have written some of the songs that will be used in 'Timmy'. I have a lyricist in mind to write the lyrics". "Who do you have in mind?". I knew he had used the best in the business finding myself curious whom he might choose. "You" "Oh come on now, who have you chosen?". "You..I have read your poems and stories and feel you have the heart to write the emotions I want in the musical" I was floored
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As we drove along the interstate highway making our way to the civic center opera house, Frank and Leon stoked with coffee were chattering away about old times on Broadway. Izahk was silent. I reached over placing my hand on his hand whispering, "You are trembling". He whispered back, "I am shaking like a dog" "It's fine to be nervous. It means you are alive and care. All you have to do is sing from your heart". Then I placed my hand over my heart. I knew that he wanted to sing for the cas
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I could hear the drone of the riding mower in the distance when I heard the phone ring. It was my friend Frank Stegman. I had met Frank when we were in college many years ago. He had gone on the become a major writer and producer of Broadway musicals. Back then, I would have guessed that Frank would have ended up a homeless man since he was a dreamer not a doer. That dreamer in him had taken him to his current status as a leading producer. He was calling to let me know that he would be staging o
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I didnt hear him come into the house at 3:30 AM. He had let himself inside and showered without my being aware. I felt him slide into bed beside me. "Hi sir" "Hi, Baby. How was work?' "It was easy tonight. We didnt have too many bags to load and none got broken". "Guess you wont get baked tonight". "Guess not, but my shoulders are deep-fried" "I was worried that might happen after you worked in the sun. We must be careful in the future to make sure you always use a sunblocker when
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Chapter TWO Izahk and I left our muddy shoes on the porch. I tossed his tee shirt and shorts and my sweatsoaked clothes into the washer. He entered the kitchen as I stood facing the counter cutting up vegetables. When I turned, he was wearing a terry wrap that I kept hanging in the bathroom. I said silently to myself, "Oh my, he is a Greek God" "Feel better without all that sweat and dust on you?" "Yes, sir..much better. I think my shoulders are sunburned" "Come over here, I'll check".
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As I sat there sipping a cup of coffee, the morning sun was starting its arc to the top of the sky. A year had passed since I first saw the tired Victorian hiding on the crest of a hill wrapped in old trees shielding it from view. The realtor and even I thought I was out of my mind to buy it. The old woman had died at ninety-two leaving it and the surrounding acreage to her niece who lived in Maine. Living in California, I had found it listed on the internet. After my tragic loss, I had become a
