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We got a phone call from back home today; a friend
heard the doorbell, it was the death angel, he
answered it. He was too young, near our age.
Sixty-three is too young, especially when it??™s a
relative.
He and his wife, his first wife, the one who bore his
five children and helped him lay the groundwork for a
successful business; use to be our bosom buddies. We,
their five kids and our four, always brought in the
New Year. That was back when he had all the answers
right and didn??™t know it. He went searching, finding
new paths and left some of the old ones behind. Its
funny how money and success can fosters detours that
lead to dead ends.
He held positions of esteem that nourished his ego and
padded his pocket book, but none of that accompanied
him when he answered the doorbell. I like to think
that he saw the era of his ways and made amends, if
not to those left behind, then to He that would greet
him.
I think of the lives he altered during his stay here
on earth, in ways both good and bad, and it causes be
to reflect back through my own life wondering who??™s
reading my book? How have I changed, rearranged
affecting or shifting another??™s path on this their
journey through life. I know ultimately each ones
responsible for the road that they travel; but how
many times do we cause detours in someone else??™s
passage. How many hearts do we break, how many tears
do we cause, how many broken bricks do we leave behind
causing others to stumble. I bow my own head in
humbleness as I see the era of my own ways in the
reflection of his. I wonder will people remember the
good that I??™ve done or reflect on the mistakes that I
made when I answer my own doorbell.?
I know I can never go back and right all the wrongs
I??™ve commented. I can never make up for the sins that
lay behind me; I can only pray for forgiveness and
trod on determine to improve, asking God to help me as
I complete my course and my journey. If I cannot make
amends needed to foster another??™s travel, I hope
someday they can reflect upon my mistakes, improving
their own flight; I then will truly have helped
another.
Betty King
BAKing @ aol.com
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Betty lives in
Phoenix
AZ
with her husband of 44 years. She has lived with MS
for 35 years but continues to enjoy life and write of
many of the experiences that have come her way. Betty
has publishing credits in several mediums including
magazines, newspapers, newsletters; She has signed an
agreement with Chicken Soup For The Christian Woman's
Soul, has a story coming out in Red Rock Book of
Faith, and is compiling my stories hoping to publish a
book of her own. |
