This is the theme song I’ve selected for my personal efforts with the read-a-thon and write-a-thon for the At The Crossroads. As I see these young men in the video, I think of the young homeless teens I’ve pledged to help. As they sing “I can’t do this myself” I think how true that is for teens, who are not old enough to care for themselves, and you don’t have the experience or skills to pull themselves out of this cycle of poverty and hopelessness. When they sing about “Standing at the door, praying you’ll let me back in” I think of the young people who have slipped through the cracks, and who are desperately hoping and praying that somehow, some way, they can be returned to the kind of safety and comfort so many of us take for granted. And I think that I could be the one to open that door to them. When they sing “Turn me around, pick me up, undo what I’ve become” I long to reach out to even just one lonely, frightened teen and show him that someone does care. I want to help him turn his life around, and help him to undo what he’s become. When they sing “Bring me back to a place of forgiveness and grace” I think of all he could have been, had circumstances been different and he’d been given a safe, secure upbringing. And I think of bringing him back to the potential for greatness and happiness that we all want for our own children, and restoring that for him.
I hope you enjoy this song by Rush of Fools, and I hope you’ll consider helping to rescue homeless teens from the streets of San Francisco by sponsoring me in the read-a-thon or sponsoring me in the write-a-thon.
Or if you can, please consider participating in the read-a-thon or write-a-thon yourself. Find out about the amazing work they do by visiting At The Crossroads.
enjoy: Rush of Fools - Undo
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
This is a powerful song for Malcolm, the young earthborn Sidhe in Scars of Silver. Like most of the earthborn Sidhe, he is untrained in magic and uneducated in the ways of the fey. He doesn't realize the threats he faces from predators. As a runaway he's got no one to count on and trust is a dangerous risk, as we see in this snippet from the urban fantasy series, Rise of the Unseelie.
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Malcolm still smelled like industrial hand soap from his sink bath at the gas station. He wiped the pocket fuzz from the black plastic comb that was only missing a couple teeth and then battled the knots in his too long hair. His reflection in the store window winced back at him. The skater boy hair served a purpose beyond just announcing to the world that he didn’t have the cash for a haircut. The unruly waves covered the telltale point to his ears.
Even after he beat the worst of the dirt off his clothing, Malcolm still looked like what he was, a homeless teen.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t go back. They’d take him back. He knew they would. Only, if he went back home they’d never let him leave again. “For his own protection.” That’s what they’d say. That’s what they always said. Like house arrest was what it was. Some kind of fey witness protection program or something.
Only, if they’d ever let him get out at least once in a while, he probably would know something. Like how to get money. Or food. Or a warm place to crash. Instead of having to figure a way to steal what he needed.
Malcolm crouched down behind the lunch special sign, waiting for customers to venture into the Fairy Circle shop. Probably a waste of time, only Malcolm lacked for any better ideas. Not like he could ask someone for directions to a fey hangout or anything.
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Read a longer excerpt
Scars of Silver on Kindle, Kindle UK, Barnes and Noble
Get involved: Find out what you can do to help homeless and runaway teens at the National Runaway Switchboard http://www.1800runaway.org/
enjoy: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
Check out other Glamour Club music videos for Malcolm, The Unseelie and the rest of The Sidhe series.
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Malcolm still smelled like industrial hand soap from his sink bath at the gas station. He wiped the pocket fuzz from the black plastic comb that was only missing a couple teeth and then battled the knots in his too long hair. His reflection in the store window winced back at him. The skater boy hair served a purpose beyond just announcing to the world that he didn’t have the cash for a haircut. The unruly waves covered the telltale point to his ears.
Even after he beat the worst of the dirt off his clothing, Malcolm still looked like what he was, a homeless teen.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t go back. They’d take him back. He knew they would. Only, if he went back home they’d never let him leave again. “For his own protection.” That’s what they’d say. That’s what they always said. Like house arrest was what it was. Some kind of fey witness protection program or something.
Only, if they’d ever let him get out at least once in a while, he probably would know something. Like how to get money. Or food. Or a warm place to crash. Instead of having to figure a way to steal what he needed.
Malcolm crouched down behind the lunch special sign, waiting for customers to venture into the Fairy Circle shop. Probably a waste of time, only Malcolm lacked for any better ideas. Not like he could ask someone for directions to a fey hangout or anything.
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Read a longer excerpt
Scars of Silver on Kindle, Kindle UK, Barnes and Noble
Get involved: Find out what you can do to help homeless and runaway teens at the National Runaway Switchboard http://www.1800runaway.org/
enjoy: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
Check out other Glamour Club music videos for Malcolm, The Unseelie and the rest of The Sidhe series.
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