It's a Puzzle

It's a puzzle. In an everyday small town in Texas, folks go about their everyday lives base on decisions in which they are placed in or they placed themselves in.Story 1:He fell backward as he came to a rest on the ground."Ha, that's what you get for not paying attention.""DJ!" Maggie cried for him and jumped off the swing, almost hitting the ground wrong. She caught her balance and ran over to him. "Are you okay, big brother? Please be okay!" Tears were now forming in her eyes as she was being lifted from behind by her father.Story 2:"What's your name?""Um, Mathew...Mathew Patrick."She wrote his name on a tag in a black magic marker. "Okay, who is your sponsor?""Sponsor?" He was a bit confused."Yeah, who invited you?" Before he was about to answer, she started to look him up and down. "You know, based on your looks, we can say that I was the one who invited you?""Oh, now that you mentioned it. It was Donny."Story 3:He rubbed his arm. "Okay, so whatcha want to do now? Movies, dancing, or...""Hey, let's go back to the pawnshop."Bobby had a confused look on his face. "But why?""Because," she responded with attitude, "maybe, just maybe, we can..." She didn't want to get into explaining the reason. "Just go. You don't have to go in. I just want to see."They pulled into the parking lot, and she immediately got out. Bobby stayed in the car; he knew whatever he had in his head was probably not going to make her happy.After twenty-five minutes had gone by, she came out with a big smile on her face. She got in. "It can be done."He drove off, not sure if he wanted to know what she was talking about, but then again, he had to ask. "Okay, what can be done?"Story 4:"Okay, so I have nothing. I lost everything...screw it! I'm going back to the shelter. If I refuse to leave, then maybe they will call the cops and have me arrested or they will give me a place to stay at least." He thought about it and responded with a nothing-to-lose attitude. "Oh, hell with it, I got nothing to lose."He started to walk back to the shelter.Story 5:She was more confused than before; she had never sleepwalked a day in her life, so and how did she end up in her chair in the living room? She looked up at the clock in the middle of the mantle and noticed the time was 5:00 a.m., just a few more hours before the sun would be coming up.She yelled out for her husband, "Bernie...Bernie!"No answer.She got up, went to the window, and peered out.Regardless of the turnout, it is merely a decision in which we hope will turn out one way; but oftentimes, it turns out in a way we never saw coming. Follow along as these few selected individuals find out that it's a puzzle.

-- Robert S. Maiden