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Show SHE raasg TOHPE But as the days went by, I noticed the trees along the streets blooming with yellow ribbonseven cars had yellow ribbons in their antennas. It was a very special feeling to know that the people all over were showing show-ing their support symbolized by a yellow ribbon. I always thought that the color closest to symbolizing hope was green. I've learned from this experience expe-rience that it can be yellow too. There will always be a song for hope in my mind a yellow ribbon. I'm sure that those millions of yellow ribbons were not only a reminder of hope but also an offering offer-ing to our divine creator for a quick answer to people's prayers. I know that there are many sad people out there because the yellow ribbon they tied with the hope symbolized sym-bolized in it, was never seen by their loved ones. Their love will never die, and they should tie a yellow ribbon in their hearts saying "even though you didn't return, my love, in my heart and in my home the hope for your return will live forever. ' With love to those that have returned re-turned and to the families of those that didn't, to the great people of the USA. A Venezuelan in Utah Graciela de Marin Centerville translated by Lisseth Mad sen, daughter Special feeling Editor: It was around the end of 1990. Each day that went by, rumors of war grew nearer. For some, it was only rumors, for others it was a terrifying ter-rifying reality. In the days that followed, all you heard was news concerning war preparations. Continually, Con-tinually, they were sending armed forces. The hour of the departure was a trying reality. Bitter tears, that not only came from people's eyes, but also from their hearts, accompanied ac-companied the painful separations. Loved ones were involved in an endless farewell of hugs and kisses that would mark the beginning of their nightmare. The world was in an expectant mood-all united in prayers so that the inevitable wouldn't come to pass. In each home there seemed to be a cloud of sadness invading the air. Many families watched with pain as their loved ones left, taking with them long-held dreams and promises, and offering in return a dim future not knowing if they would ever be back. It was close to Christmas when someone came to the door. When I opened it, a young boy about 15 years old stood in front of me, holding in his hands a bunch of yellow ribbons. He humbly asked if he could place one of those ribbons in front of our home. I will always remember the expression on his face, and the significance he explained ex-plained behind the yellow ribbon. I didn't ask any questions about who he was honoring he was in a hurry. f5Tj Letter Guidelines ft 00M The Clipper welcomes letters from our I V ?05. 1 readers. In the Interest of space and conformity, I V tSH the maximum length should be 300 words 1 1 " (about one and one-half double-spaced typewritten pages). All letters are subject to condensation, as deemed necessary by the editor for space reasons. We cannot accept for reprinting letters that may be defamatory or deemed by the Clipper editorial board to be offensive to the community. All letters to the editor should Include he writers name, address and a daytime telephone number. Typewritten signatures are not acceptable. No more than one letter from an Individual will be published during a month. Letters of appreciation will be published based on Individual merit. K |