Become a Fan
Just when you think you're all alone.
By robert millette
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Christ was rejected by his people. They didn't believe he was the Messiah. I tell you the truth, even today, there walks amongst us, the Heavan sent...
I was born in 1965. I was the third son of a husband less Mom. Granted, she was married at one time, and the future was to hold another for her, But marital relationships never quite seemed to sit well with my Mom. But this story is less about her and more about me, so allow me to segue. Growing up without a Dad made me a leader and a follower. I led my own life, and I followed my own rules. In short, I was a real bastard.
Countless times throughout my history as a juvenile, I was often inclined to be found drinking myself into oblivion. That all started when I was as young as thirteen years old. Perhaps even younger. And the things I use to do to obtain alcohol.... I had become something of an accomplished little thief in my time. From the time I was fourteen till I was eighteen, I had committed no less then 400 acts of burglary. I did have one rule about it though... Never break into a persons home. There were a lot of reasons for that rule. One, I wouldn't want it to happen to me, and two, it seemed like an easy way to get shot. Call it conscience, call it awareness of moral justice, I just wouldn't trespass into another persons home.
But in the city of 100,000 that I grew up in, there were plenty of businesses, plenty. I remember my first act of civil disobedience. I was perhaps six years old when I had thrown that rock through the department store window. It had to have been on a Sunday morning when I did that. You see, back in those days, my home state of Massachusetts still enforced these archaic "blue laws". Something about keeping Sundays sacred.... After I had busted the window I must have gone off and told some neighborhood kids about it, Because within the hour, there were perhaps twenty youngsters running around in that store. All of us looting it for whatever we could find. But the "fun" didn't last long. I seem to remember myself and four others hiding in a storage room as the police began to canvas the store. Shortly thereafter, I found myself in the police station. It was then that I became a benefactor of another one of those "Blue Laws". Something about a child under the age of seven shall not be punished for the commission of a crime. Try telling my Step Father that, he slammed my forehead into the wall so hard, I couldn't tell if that cracking sound was my forehead or the plaster.
So, you've read of my teen years, and my early years, let's move on.
The year was 1992. I say it was so because it happened to also be the 31st night of December, New Years Eve. I spent the night at a bar in my old neighborhood. Drinking it up, carrying on, Getting quite drunk. Fact is, I was drinking so hard, so heavy, I found myself walking home at the early hour of 10:PM. To get home to my humble studio apartment, I had to walk a half mile into downtown, then another half mile through it to reach my place. I seem to remember I still had a bottle of Scotch Whiskey in my coat pocket. More likely though, the bottle was not so much in my pocket as it was in my hand. New Years Eve always seemed to be one of those surreal times in life when you could walk around doing what you ordinarily wouldn't do. Like drinking in public.
So there I was, walking down the street, entering the area of town commonly know as downtown. I was tired, probably from a days work, and I just wanted to get home. It was then that I met him. He was a young fellow, perhaps twenty years old. He had short but wildly kept hair. And he wore a loose fit of clothing. Like a hobo dressed in whatever he could assemble. He also had a certain amount of good looks about himself, resembling a sort of young Tom Cruise. He introduced himself, saying his name was David. He politely asked if he could walk with me as I made my way through downtown. I thought this was an odd request, so I asked him "why do you want to walk with me?" his reply was direct and without any bullshit "so I can protect you." I spewed out the mouthful of whiskey that I had just taken and burst out with this arrogant sort of laughter. "You want to protect me, ME" "Alright David, if it'll make you feel better, you can walk with me"
Together, He and I walked through the downtown area. Mostly uneventful, although he did seem particularly wary as we passed on spot where a nightclub had overflowed out onto the sidewalk. As we had gotten to within a thousand feet of my Apartment, he suddenly announced that this was as far as he needed to go so that I should have a goodnight. I said, "so that's it then, your going off?" He replied that he had gotten me as far as he needed to, but that he was hungry, and he asked me if I had a couple dollars so he could by himself a meal. I had perhaps seven dollars and some change in my pocket, so without hesitation, I reached in and produced a five dollar bill for him. I did after all want him to at least enjoy a whole meal.
I said goodnight to him, and without another thought, I walked home and immediately fell asleep.
The next day, as I reflected on the night before, amazed at myself for being so generous to the stranger, giving him the lions share of what money I had until the next paycheck... I thought, who was this stranger. This young man Named David who thought he could protect me, and what was it that he had protected me from? Reflecting further back on my life, looking back over time at the countless things I have done without shame over the years.... As he and I had walked through the downtown area, we must have walked past no less than twenty businesses that I had personally burglarized in the past. I truly believe, that had I not met David that night, Had he not sneaked up on my and distracted me...... The chances where all to real.... I was close to being broke. I was drunk. I was in my "old Stomping Grounds" And it was five days till my next paycheck.... The chances were all to real that I would have done something foolish. Something like climb up on a fire escape in the alley of some building. Climbing up for a little bit of midnight shopping. Climbing up too slip and fall to my death.
David was an Angel, Sent to save me, too protect me from...... Myself.
For every one whom the Lord Loveth, the Lord receiveth like a son. And whom the Lord receiveth as a son shall be chastenethed and scourgeth. Accept the Chastening of the Lord. For any son that has not received the Chastening and scourging is not a son of the Lord but an illegitimate child.
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|Reviewed by A PAX
What an amazing story..........What a blessings
This is wonderful.....lol
almost sounds like one of those internet pass it on things
hey maybe you should?
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A powerful, powerful write; I especially love the last paragraph of this engaging story; well done!
And if no one has welcomed you to Author's Den, let me be the first. You're among friends here.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
A cool write...
Take the hint..and get smart...:)
Life is a one way ticket, and honesty will get you by St Peter on the Pearly Gates..