From the Author
My purpose in writing this book was to give readers snippets of real life through a series of stories and poems. Some of the poems and stories have been posted on my blog and are all contained in one concise book format here. Everyone will be able to find something that they can apply to their own life and that they will find useful in some meaningful life-changing way.
"Christmas is over! The last of the car doors slam shut with one final thud. She watches close as they back slow out of the narrow concrete driveway. Tires snug tight against the drive and turn inward as hot rubber snorts and lets out one soft squeak. Smoke from the exhaust swirls upward and slowly dissipates. Time and wisdom engrave her face with deep wrinkles of many Christmas days spent together. She turns and trudges slow back to the front door. Her head is bowed down. Arms hang limp and low to each side. She clutches the open faced handle of the wire screen door and feels sudden pinpricks of pain pulsate through her arthritic hand. The rusted out hinges belt out a creak. Helen turns, and peers through the woven wire of the screen into a moment in time that seems to stand still. Time has vaporized just like the exhaust fumes of the car. Tears trickle down her face on both sides. She stands alone, staring through the screen. Frozen in place with thoughts of time spent with her late husband who passed away three springs ago. She recalls their many years together and all the Christmases gone by with the family. Her face brightens. She raises her arm and dabs the tears from her wet face with the sleeve of her wrinkled dress. The good memories flood through her mind like a dam unleashing its harvest of waters. She smiles and thanks the good LORD for those special moments that he has granted her. Yes, Christmas is over. Helen is thankful for those times gone by. She shoves the door shut and clutches hold of the memories sheltered by the walls of her heart. She holds on as tight as she can!"
He Knew My Name
"As I pulled to the corner next to him I tried hard not to make eye contact but something inside pulled at me. I gazed down at the change and a few dollar bills I had laying in an open ash tray. I thought, "I don't wanna give this guy any money. All he is gonna do is buy some drugs somewhere." He did look kind of rough to me and I was sure he had to be on drugs of some sort. For whatever reason, I rolled down the window as he plodded slow to the car door. He smiled and looked me straight in the eyes. The eyes were piercing and looked as if there was some kind of light coming from inside him. I grabbed the change and crumpled, worn out dollar bills that amounted to about five dollars and placed it in his large, rough, scaly hand. My wife Carol, was always handing out money to street corner guys that were homeless, but I had never even thought of doing something like this before today..... "Why am I doing this? I smelled the awful stench as he drew close. He looked me square in the eyes and said, "Thank you Jerry." I had never met this guy, but somehow he knew my name. He smiled at me once again, over his shoulder as he trudged away from the truck........."
From the Inside Flap
This book was written in honor of my dad who is gone now from this earth. You may be gone but you never really left me since a part of you still lives on the inside of me. I'll never forget the memories we made together Dad
. You taught me about one of the most important parts of life which is called "love".