Here is a brief preview of the secong chapter from my upcoming release God's Son. The book is targeted for the inspirational/christian audience, and is on the way!
The second chapter is titled "Wanderer" and focuses on the opportunity I had meeting and speaking with a homeless man named "Lucky."
The chapter begins with me speaking of dealing with a nervous condition for a number of years and finally deciding to face my problem. After returning from a doctor's appointment, I found myself at a local park and guess who I met? Lucky....
As I officially made it to the park I couldn’t help but be happy that I had successfully made it. A bit out of breath and tired, the first thing on my mind was to immediately sit down. There were no lights lit upon my arrival, a bit scared, I was very cautious of my environment as I didn’t know exactly what to expect. There was one light that flickered, but it was at the end of the street which was yards away.
I could see a little, not much. As I continued to walk through past various attractions, I saw a group of park benches resting in front of a row of bushes. I quickly made my way over and sat down.
“What are you doing here?”
I quickly jumped up and looked at the row of bushes. My first thought was to run but I just backed up a few yards and looked at the bushes.
“Hey!” The voice said. I thought that I had truly gone crazy.
“Hello…” I responded.
“I’m over here,” the voice said. It was apparent that the voice was coming from a male. I wasn’t coming any closer until I knew just exactly whom the voice was coming from.
“Don’t be frightened,”
“I won’t hurt you,” the voice said.
“I’m behind the bushes.”
As I walked behind the row of bushes I could see a man resting inside what was a cardboard box.
“You want me to turn on the lights that’s light this area of the park?” I could now see exactly who was speaking to me.
“I guess that would be fine,” I replied.
As the lights slowly began to light the area I was standing in I could the person which I thought was only a voice.
“You still there?” I asked waiting until the lights completely came on before I made my next movement. It was now clear. The gentleman was sitting inside a card board box. I remember it read Textile Inc.
I didn’t want to bother the man, I just was looking for a brief moments rest from everything that I had just been told. Although it was summer, he wore a long trench coat with a stocking mask. The kind you were during the coldest days of winter.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing to the benches. I was unsure of just exactly what my next move actually would be. The dirt that covered the man’s face made it hard to get a view of exactly who he was. The cap was draped tight over his eye brows, all I saw were the whites from his eyes and his shadow. I didn’t know what to expect.
“What brings you this way?” He asked sounding almost exactly like my doctor had sounded earlier that day.
“Nothing, just wandering,” I replied.
“Well this is your lucky day,” He said beginning to laugh.
I didn’t know exactly what the man meant but for some reason I wasn’t scared at all, I didn’t move. I could see that the man was down and out, hard times had fallen his way, maybe he needed someone to talk to.
As the man dipped his head back into the card board box I couldn’t help but become a bit nervous as to what he was about to show me.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. As if he were about to blow up the world.
“I can draw,” he replied. He was apparently going to show me some of his work.
“Oh really,” I said a bit reassured that I wasn’t about to be harmed.
As the man brought himself back from the back of his home he had three pictures in his hand. He wasn’t lying, I felt as though then I could really trust him. He was one of the few people that I had let my guard down for in a while. I always thought other people were out to “get” me. I don’t know what it was; I think it was from the teasing I had unfortunately experienced.
As the gentleman handed me the pictures, I looked at him and begin to wonder what had unfortunately happened that he was now homeless. It was like he was waiting for me. Or someone. He was eager.
“Lucky-z the name,”
“Lucky?” I asked.
“I know that’s not your real name,” I told him giving him a slight shrug to the shoulder.
“Lucky-to-be-alive,” he said belting into a loud roar of laughter. His joke didn’t make me laugh, it saddened me. I began to think about everything that had happened to me earlier in the day.
“Something the matter?” He asked putting his pictures down.