Voices of the Ribbons©.

 PR15M: Guilt By Ink Those first days after Ice’s return were overwhelming and, if for me, then how much more so for Ice. I could feel it radiating from him in waves that pulsed in my temples and throbbed in my chest and yet there was precious little I could do except be there for him in the quieter hours of the night after the doctors and the visitors finally left him to some measure of peace. It wasn’t surprising. Hae-jin and the Black Dragon security team managed to keep a great deal of the media at bay, but news of his return slipped out despite their best efforts. Journalists camped at the hospital doors and did their best to make it to the private room the company had transferred Ice to and so security around him was tight. Then, naturally, there was his actual physical condition to take into consideration, which wasn’t great, and the questions. So many questions. His physical and emotional condition led to many of those questions. It wasn’t only about where he’d been, about

 When I was a Child By Guest Contributor: SueC " When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." Corinthians 13:11 I remember learning this in Sunday school, gosh, how long ago was that? Sometimes, it feels like a lifetime ago and sometimes it feels like just last week. Our Sunday school teacher, Mrs. MacEachern, whose voice always sounded like she was singing an octave higher than God intended, would tell us, 'Don't worry about what it means, you've got the rest of your lives to figure that out. For now, you must commit it to memory." I remember thinking, "Well, that's dumb!" Now, here I sit, the events of this morning swirling in my head. The day started out like any other. I woke at the usual time (7am), ate the usual breakfast, (Cheerios with milk and half a banana), watched my usual program (Captain Kangaroo) while absentmindedly searching for treas

 PR15M: Salvation By Ice It took me three days to find Ink alone and unattended by his retinue of bodyguards so that I felt safe to approach him. Three days of following him and watching him from the shadows. Three days of agony. I'd found him. I'd finally, after all these years of loss and pain, rediscovered my brother and I was vibrating with impatience and anxiety. But old habits die hard and I wasn't ready to let my guard down easily, even for Ink. I'd learned the price of trust and it had come at the cost of Taehyun's life and I wasn't about to walk out into the unknown without some measure of confidence in my ability to safely retreat if need be. It was three days but what was three days after it had already been ten years? Still, it burned me to have to wait those necessary three days. It was an all-consuming fire that made it impossible to eat or to sleep and I stumbled through fevered days and nights waiting for an opportunity and meanwhile rehearsing a