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R.G. Ryan's stories never fail to open up my own private world, to show me people I ignore every day in all their splendid humanity. Read them. You know you want to.
-Scott Lawson, Hartville, MO, Teacher
One of R.G. Ryan's greatest gifts is his astute observation of the workaday world. While sitting in a coffee shop, he is able to filter daily life and bring to light the humor, the poignancy, and the goodness found therein.
-April Gardner, Chicago, IL, Editor
If, like me, you live in the real world but still endeavor to appreciate life's countless merits, be sure to pick up this book. The ponderings contained herein will both enlighten and entertain you.
-Kirk Starr, Seattle, WA, Graphic Designer
R.G Ryan's musings are a delightful read, a warm perspective on a microcosmic 'going-for-coffee population,' which can oftentimes be representative of all humanity.
-Patricia Volonakis Davis, Northern California, Writer
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Socrates once said, 'An unexamined life is not worth living.' Well, R.G. Ryan would make Socrates smile. This little book will make you think about every part of your life: your childhood, important adults (like parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, relationships), your career, your future, you name it, it comes to life under R.G.'s observant eye. Snapshots At St. Arbuck's will take you more than a minute to read, but it's worth every second. Let R.G. Ryan put your life into perspective. I am a Raving Fan of R.G. and this book.
—Ken Blanchard, co-author of The One Minute Manager® and Leading at a Higher Level
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Sample Chapter
My wife and I were doing our usual thing at St.
Arbuck’s—she conquering yet another sudoku
puzzle and me reading through the sports section
while enjoying our beverages of choice.
A young mother and her son entered and sat at the table
right in front of us.
The name emblazoned in a nearly illegible scrawl on her
cup of coffee said, “Veronica.”
If I had to guess their ages, I would say that Veronica was
around thirty and the boy perhaps two and a half.
She took great care in placing her son in a seat next to her,
fussing over him so as to insure not only his comfort but also his
safety.
When he was well-settled, she opened a bottle of chocolate
milk which he accepted gleefully and began to drink.
He was a bit too eager and predictably, an entire mouthful
of the silky sweet liquid escaped and cascaded down his chin
soaking his very stylish shirt.
He looked down at the mess and began to cry.
Veronica immediately picked him up and sat him on her lap
giving comfort that only loving mothers can provide in such
moments.
He calmed down and had another go at the chocolate milk
making sure this time that the sips were manageable.
She sat with her arms around him and her head resting on
top of his brown wavy locks, eyes closed, lost in a moment of
maternal bliss that was nearly rapturous in its appearance.
For in that moment no one else on earth existed except her
and that beloved child.
The insistent ring of her cell phone shattered the scene.
And while I could only hear one side of the conversation,
what transpired was heartbreaking.
After the initial small-talk, her face took on a sad, wounded
look and she said, “Yes, well, I’m not sure you really want to hear
about that.”
Apparently, the caller did and she reluctantly continued,
“Well, it’s not good. Yesterday my attorney called and said that
David is going to ask for full custody. Can you believe it? He said
David intends to claim that I’m an unfit mother...”
It was here that her voice broke and her grip on the child
tightened unconsciously.
After a few seconds of silence during which time she listened
to her caller’s remarks she said, “I know all that, but this means
that I’m going to have to go in there and defend myself like I’ve
done something wrong.”
By this time, the tears were flowing liberally.
The child looked at his mommy and with a tiny hand reached
up and gently brushed away her tears and laid his head against
her breast.
The love exchanged between these two was nearly tangible
in its intensity.
My wife and I glanced at each other shaking our heads
sadly.
Finally, Veronica said, “Well, I’d better be going. I’ll call you
later on...I love you, mom.”
She closed the lid on her cell phone, returned it to her purse
and choked back a sob that had risen unbidden in her throat.
The child turned on her lap so he was facing her and placing
a hand on either side of her face said in his little boy voice, “Be
awight, mommy.”
She wrapped that precious child in her arms and covered
his head and face with kisses, rocking him back and forth...
back and forth bringing to mind a line from the Robert Munsch
classic that my wife used to recite to our kids when they were
little: “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always; as long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.”
Love you forever.
Yes, she would.
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