It is nice to talk to you Nucc--- though I’m an atheist I never forgot my roots
by Don (no login)
It is nice to talk to you Nucc--- though I’m an atheist I never forgot my roots
I was going threw some old forgotten boxes of the many moves I have made, one home to another, all for the better.
From a tent in the forest, poor as dog ****, to a mansion, to owning more land and wealth I have ever imagined. Because I stayed true to my roots of Faith, Hope, Charity, and the Best Ever is yet to come—and I back myself up with works, dayly, and I mean hard works.
The point being Nucc, is that in my teens I was a member of a Christian organization, and this hunk back (born that way) was a great artiste, he drew my picture in charcoal as I played the guitar for the Christian church.
That was so long ago, so many years ago, that I forgot all about it until I saw it. A beautiful work of art, the better I have never seen.
He REES made great carvings to Christ, an eagle so beautiful in flight I looked at it by the hours in admiration; so much I have forgotten. Such talent, for a born defect, makes me cry.
And here I am with a sound body, well over 60, going strong, wealthy (made by my own hand) as would drive most people to envies and here this man is REES with a hunk back, a birth defect, a limp arm to boot, he creates such beauty, and who am I to say who the better?
How that drawing of me playing the guitar in the Christian church band ever survived the so many moves, and years, I will never know but it floods my mind with memories.
Rees went on to marry a fat woman, his down fall, the last I heard he went east, and I never heard from him again to this date. But he never produced another work of ART that I have ever seen.
His last words to me were this, “This is the best I can do, now in love, it is time to die.”
And I greatly protest, and I HATE GOD for giving such talents just to waist it. NOT ever in my book!
How do I deal with this Nucc? The man captured my heart and spirit in writing, yes in a picture, a snaphot in time, a hand drawing so simple, so easily drawn, so easily made, so lovely, so life like, such reality of fact as with his intricate carvings, his honor to Christ, his devotions to love, and born a cripple to boot and ready to give up his spirit in negativity; that is the last I ever heard from him.
So I asked my Mom as I showed her the drawing of I. and I asked her, “Who is this?”
“Oh, that is your good spirit, when are you going to learn how to be comfortable in it?” She reported, and never argue with your Mom. She knows next to nothing about my time with Christ, and the Christian church.
Put wealth aside, I WANT TO KNOW HOW MUCH GOOD I CAN DO in this life time. And I will not be satisfied until every drop of blood is drained out of me for the better goods, and I make more blood on demand. My great strength will not fail.
I do not quit, I do not give up, and I never say die but to the enemy.
You think I did good yesterday, I do even better goods today.
Accordingly what kind of God would give life and then take it, give understanding then snap it away— give talents then waist it, I do not get it.
But none the less I’m on a mission, the very best I can be, I will do, and the hell with the Gods.
