We Are All Connected to Each Other!!

FOREWORD; This is not the story so you don't have to read this part. Do you remember the day of your first real rebirth? They call it being born again. The day when you step outside of your body and look back at what "God" had made. The older preachers say it only happens once. I found out that it really happen again and again. But don't think that it's all done and that you don't have to work hard to keep it going. You feel that you have been saved and will go straight from here. Then you find out that you are still human and not perfect and you sin. There is only one that is good. The rest of us are want-a-bees. You are now a blessed individual but still you have work to keep your blessing. A man called "The Devil"; is just waiting for his chance to steal away everything you've gotten so try not to play with him. If you give him a ride; he'll be driving your life before the door is closed. A plant grows according to its settings and cultivation. We are in some respect like that plant. We look at our situation and see what we want to see; or what we let ourselves see. If we never do the showing, all we ever do is the seeing. It is them that show, that runs the world. Like we see is how we do. We are copiers. We want to be like somebody else. God wants each and every one of us to be a shower. How can I be myself and be like somebody else? God made me; and that's that he wants to see. I should find out who I am and be the best "Me," that I can be. In this world we struggle to climb to the top. It is like trying to get out of a muddy hole; while someone pours water on the dirt above you. We put each other down that we may look bigger. This is not good. There's always somebody trying to set somebody up. It is a constant worry. You have to say what they want you to say; do what they want you to do, and be what they want you to be. I just want to be me. I could never stand the pressure of all those people at my throat. Nor would I want too; no matter how much it paid. The Air Force was in a way like that; yet I love the Air Force. I guess you just have to keep on your toes. Whatever harm come to my friend is ok so long as it doesn't happen to me. I can't afford to lose my precious job. How could I pay for my precious car? How could I pay for my big house? How could I keep up with the "Jones"?

About the Author :
Chapter Two; I remember when I was three. In nineteen forty five, I was only three years old. I have older memories but just peaces and not very clear. I lived with my mother; in a falling down shack, in "Bowling Green," South Carolina. I had never seen "Andrew Harden" before in my whole long life. I had seen his car parked on a hill outside our house before but I did not see him. "Leonia," my older sister was playing on the running board of the Model "T" Ford when it rolled away down a hill and into a creek. She could have been hurt real bad. This was before we moved into the house where this story begins. He had visited a few times before but I did not see him those times ether. He was always in bed. We were always outside and when we came in, he was gone.