Another story from 2011. How far would you go for even a remote possibility of a dream coming true?
He was 87. He had told me many times the night before. He told me how he had travelled with the cattle trains across the delta straights, ridden the post barge up river to the city, how fever had taken him at the Tiger Foot Inn during the monsoon. His convalescence caused a great commotion amongst the missionaries, happy to have a new soul the save. He stayed through the winter and worked…
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I’ve always sat and wondered what advice I would most want my children to take from this shambles of a journey I’ve taken. I wondered about the things I value. I considered the important things they will need to know in life. When I had eliminated all the obviously useless notions of saving money, honesty and forgiveness, (all things they will eventually come to themselves,) I pondered on the only thing I have ever been good at. Words.
So here it is kids. Here is the thing you will possibly come to know me for. It is simple on the surface but read it again and again until you find there is more meaning buried inside you reaching to connect with it. I love you and wish you well.
Dear Children always of mine,
Remember, when you use words in speech and writing, regardless of the language, those words once belonged to someone else. They were your ancestors, your friends, your role models, the ones who taught you to express yourself. Whenever you use words, remember they will lead to actions. Don’t borrow other people’s words on a whim because you are angry or sad. Choose them carefully and wisely. Play with them in the safety of your personal confines but remember, they are your words, care for them and nurture them. Only release them when you are sure they are grown enough to survive on their own. If you look after your words, they will look after you.
These are my words. My words are my strength.
Hands were quick.
I was slick and with a click
Of fingers I would pick
A path to take a tree to shake I had my cake
and ate it all but wait
Signposts changed words rearranged roads strange
my limbs feel drained.
The air is full of doubt kids pull my clothes senses dulled
I must be careful
Now faces do not show yes or no or maybe God!! I feel so
Powerless and slowing
Down inside I build barriers guild memories filled
Hands were quick.
I was quick but it was years ago.
And now I’m slow.