A Magnificent Adventure: When He Who Is Invisible Is at the Helm
By Cherie Young
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The Whisper, to a childs heart, had proven itself to be true and enduring through many years of lifes journey. Often feeling alone was proven through time to be quite the opposite. In looking back, a long path of travel was unfolding. Steps of fear and a small faith had been led, while dancing sugarplums now stood to attention. Life is a one- time chance to soar, a journey meant for purpose. The simplicity of a childs fable and the most treacherous of lifes storms, what could they have in common, a famous racehorse, a fireman, a wooden puppet, an old scrooge, a Ghost, a banker, a king and four dysfunctional friends on a path? They all carried a depth of truth that in later life would reveal the mystery to a Magnificent Adventure.
Cherie Young
Cherie Young living her entire life in Ohio has been writing, teaching and telling stories for many years. Being a wife, a mother and grandmother of seven, it wasn’t until her three children left home that she wondered if her stories for all, could enlarge their coasts? Returning to school and taking a college course to better her writing, added a wonder excited by novelty. Cheerleaders, encouragement and an invisible Spirit added even more to the lessons to be learned. These three working well side by side was teaching the author presentation of sight, depth of mind, and courage so to never give up, on lessons of the heart. Wonder- is unusual, strange, extraordinary, not understood, grandeur, being affected by surprise or admiration, accompanied by love. When depression of the heart wants to dance and insecurities fight to rob the mind, Cherie has learned through travel how to protect the soul from harm, courage to keep on, strength to stand alone, peace while being oppressed, and endurance to loose. It’s a war, it’s a battle for life, that was and is, meant to be Magnificent, and quite a Journey.
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A Magnificent Adventure - Cherie Young
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WestBow Press rev. date: 05/25/2016
Contents
Preface
1- Marie
2- My Fortieth Class Reunion
3- Signing Up
4- First Day of School
5- English 268: Writing Creative Nonfiction
6- School Days
7- Essays
8- Sixty Percent of Your Grade
9- In a Year's Time Essay 1
10- One Year Later
11- My Nephew Steven: A Purpose
12- A Stumbling Block
13- Final Prognosis
14- Oracles of God's Storms Essay 2
15- My Cheerleaders
16- Now What?
17- The Lesson of Race
18- Shine
19- Shine, Part Two
20- A Real Live Boy
21- Warning from Spirits
22- Another Story, Another Spirit, Another Ghost
23- Meet the Holy Spirit, the Comforter
24- A Wonderful Life
25- A Sequel
26- The Path to Home
Epilogue
American Dictionary Of The English Language Noah Webster 1828
Word definitions have been taken from the Merriam-Webster Distionary/2015
Websters New World Dictionary/1966
The American College Dictionary/1966
(CreativeCommons Attribution-ShareAlike Licence)
Songs
Here I Am
Dan Schutte
Text & Music @1981, OCP, 5536 NE Hassalo, Portland OR. 97213 All Rights Reserved
Be Not Afraid
Robert J. Duffard, S.J.
Text & Music @ 1975,OCP, 5536 NE Hassalo, Portland, OR. 97213 All Rights Reserved
Amazing Grace/John Newton
Am I A Soilder of the Cross/Isaac Watts
Breath On Me, Breath of God/Edwin Hatch
He Lives/Alfred H. Ackley
Hold Me Fast Let Me Stand/ Mosie Lister
Little Wooden Head/Song from Disney's Pinocchio
The Comforter Has Come/William Kirkpatrick
The Eastern Gate/Isaiah G. Martin
There's Within My Heart a Melody/Luthur B. Bridges
This Little Light of Mine/Harry Dixon Loes
What a Friend We Have in Jesus/Joseph Scriven
Quotes
Louisa May Alcott
Jane Austin
John Bunyan
Walt Disney
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Benjamin Franklin
Foxes Book of Martyrs
Marie Neally
D.M. Moody
Nan Mooney
Beatrix Potter
Eleanor Roosevelt
Teddy Roosevelt
Uncle Ben/Spiderman
William Shakespeare
Charles H. Spurgeon
Mark Twain
Seargent Alvin C. York
Books
Nan Mooney's My Racing Heart
Edgar Prado and John Eisenberg's My Guy Barbaro
Thank you to Bill Metzger and the Bucyrus, Ohio Fire Department
Dedication
I dedicate these stories to you.
To you who are holding this book and reading these words, whether you are my family or my friends or a you I haven't met: I pray these chapters will bless you in a way that makes your travel and destination in life become even more magnificent.
I dedicate this book to you.
You are the one who awakened me in the night, inspired and guided me in the day, and encouraged me in my spirit to keep on keeping on and to never, never, never give up.
Thank you, most precious Holy Spirit of God.
Walk close to the Lord always and your life will be a
Magnificent Adventure.
Stray to your own will and it will become a
Diminishing Future.
---Marie Nealley
cover.jpgPreface
People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. The purpose of life is to live it, to taste, experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for a newer richer experience.
---Eleanor Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt loved learning and her days in college. I have learned on the journey called Life that it too can be our college, a vast university of learning. Earth is a world of many testing grounds meant to prepare one for another world to come, for eternity. God is the frame of our universe, and we are the art of his creation. He, being the greatest of teachers, has given his students a gift of not only life, but also choice. We can grasp every lesson he lays before us, or we can choose to ignore his every thought. We can walk with him or away from him; it is in our power. Mrs. Roosevelt knew the importance of choice and what life has to offer. She knew the richness, honesty, and courage that choice would bring to her and others, travel that held nothing less than a magnificent adventure.
This story starts out as a way of wanting to be prepared to tell a story. In preparing, it too, became the story, and then the heart got involved. The mind can't be still. As the pages turn, it is the soul that ends up bearing all. It is a journey of childlike faith walked with a friend who will be there in the end. It is the friend and his influence that make this story ever so magnificent.
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Marie
Marie Nealley always found a way to share a lot of her life, her dreams, and her faith with many people. She, being a writer, a poet, a painter, and a saint, told me on one occasion that out of all her works, she believed her quotation about where to walk was her greatest work.
It was our writings that drew us together; we each submitted open-forum articles to our local, small-town newspaper of Bucyrus, Ohio. It wasn't uncommon for people to write in and voice their opinions, or to have a story they wanted to be told. There were days when it made for good reading, and if it did not, just turn the page.
Marie and I first met through a letter she sent to me on a summer day in 1991. How excited I was when I pulled an envelope from the mailbox and saw the return address was Marie Neally, 207 Lawn Avenue. I knew she was a lady who often had articles of great depth published in our paper. Why is she writing to me?
I thought.
Laying the other mail aside and pouring myself an iced tea, I went to the backyard and sat by our pond. I opened the envelope carefully so as not to tear any of the words inside. She graciously introduced herself and went on to say how she enjoyed an article I had written, and that she would love to get together.
Upon calling her, I learned she lived not far from my home. From hearing her voice, I knew she was a kind and gracious lady. We set up a time. Marie told me she would be waiting in her yard under a tree, and that she was. Two painted-metal porch chairs sat side-by-side in the shade, a place where we could talk for hours, and that's what we did. From that day forward, Marie and I were forever friends. I guess some would say we had kindred spirits. Although our lives were very busy, in thirteen years we never strayed far apart. She grew to know and care for my family and friends, as I did hers. Today I still visit on a summer day the same place the chairs sat, with her granddaughter Wendy.
There were a couple occasions I ate lunch with her and her husband Cleo. In 1994 Cleo passed away, and in later years Marie had to move from Lawn Avenue to the Altercare Nursing Home. She was then even closer to my home, and it was easier for me to pop in and stay a moment or two. Marie had become to me the grandmother I never had. The profound questions and wise answers she so freely gave away truly enriched my life. Her conversations were always on a practical and spiritual level.
On May 7, 2002, Marie was ninety-four and waiting for the facility's van to take her on an outing. As she bowed her head and fell asleep, she slipped away to a new home, heaven. I miss her so, but her words of faith, encouragement, and friendship live forever in my heart.
Care more for a grain of faith than a ton of excitement.
---C. H. Spurgeon, British Baptist preacher
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My Fortieth Class Reunion
As long as I could remember, there had always seemed to be sugarplums full of ideas dancing in my head. When I heard quotations and the ideas of others, maybe a unique story or a lesson of life, I had to scribble it down or jot a note, adding it to the plums' point of view. I often wondered if others had these knowledgeable plums dancing. Mine, quite lively at times, could become a little disorganized.
It wasn't until my fortieth class reunion, when all our children had left the nest, that I thought my sugarplums could have a purpose. As I mingled from table to table, there were many conversations going on, and I wanted to hear them all. I learned about everyone's grown children and their grandchildren. Many were getting close to retirement from their jobs as principals, bankers, surgeons, and teachers. I wasn't sure if the guys who talked about their International Harvester and Case tractors would ever retire. To me, the class of 1968 looked pretty good.
Pulling up a chair and sitting beside former cheerleader and dear friend Nancy Crum, I hear her talking about her writing career. She had come to an overwhelming roadblock and had decided to quit. I tried to encourage her, but I could see she had given up on her dream.
It was then I thought of Joyce Swartz Gibson, another classmate I had sat with on the bus for nine years. She was married to Bob Gibson, an editor of a large newspaper; maybe he could shed some light on this deadened dream of Nancy's? I hoped.
Bob came to our table, and when I introduced Nancy to him, the two began to talk. I learned Bob was no longer an editor but a professor at a nearby state college. He taught writing. It didn't take long to see Nancy was no longer interested; she had been over too many bumps in the writing world's road to try again.
Bob, remembering years past and my scribbles and jots, suggested I come to his writing class. I reminded him of my narrow-minded, nonfiction plums. He excitedly told me that was exactly what his next class was all about: nonfiction creative writing, plums included. Think about it,
he said, and give the school a call.
-3-
Signing Up
Bob's words echoed in my mind: Give them a call.
Being the adventurous person I am, one afternoon I picked up the phone. After all, I could always hang up. My goodness, the Ohio State University did answer their phone, and they sounded like normal people. They transferred me to the English department and to a nice gentleman who was quite familiar with creative writing of nonfiction. Did you already take the English course prerequisite?
he asked.
I believe Mr. Gibson forgot to inform me of that,
I told the gentleman.
Well,
he said, don't give up yet. How well do you know the teacher? They are known to issue waivers for a class such as this. Give him a call and get back to me and we'll get you signed up.
I then dialed Bob. Before I could get all the words out of my mouth, he told me he would waive the prerequisite and encouraged me to get signed up as soon as possible. Being concerned about my English, I asked if I would be the dumbest one in the class. Bob chuckled and assured me that I wouldn't be. I wondered.
The next morning, I called the admissions gentleman again and informed him of all that Bob had said. Great. You get over here as fast as you can, and I'll be looking for you. Don't forget your high school transcripts.
That got me thinking. It had been a long time since I looked at my high school grades. I was a child who lost her father at age seven. My mother then packed up my brother, our dog, and me, and we moved to a place where I knew no one. My many relatives with college backgrounds were now miles away, too far to be an influence. My mother and a new stepdad worked many long hours, leaving no time to pressure me to achieve. Therefore my sugarplums became dysfunctional and disorganized.
Now, pulling into the parking lot of my alma mater after forty-five years, she still looked good to me: Colonel Crawford High in the small burg of North Robison, Ohio. As I opened the glass doors, memories of the past renewed themselves. Entering the office, I could see our secretary had retired. There stood Margie Hoyle, a wonderful lady of our town. We shared smiles, and I told her my business was to pick up a copy of my high school transcripts.
Are you going back to school?
she asked.
If those grades will let me,
I told her. I then explained that I applied myself much better now.
With another smile, she said, Don't we all?
I followed her into a file room. Margie pulled out a long drawer very near to the floor. I nervously said, Don't look.
Oh, you'll be fine,
she assured me. She stapled the papers together and slid them into a manila folder. Sweetly, she handed them to me and said, Good luck at school.
In my heart she reminded me of my mother, who was no longer alive but had always been there to encourage me on when there came big bumps in the road of life.
As I walked back through the glass doors, a still, small voice from within whispered, You should have tried harder, much harder, forty-some years ago.
I know,
I whispered back.
I got into my car and pulled out of the parking lot. I opened up the manila folder and pulled out the stapled papers and looked. I almost had to pull over and take a pill. I immediately wondered where I would hide these papers so my children or grandchildren would never see them after I died. Then I thought, "Forget the class for learning to be a writer. Forget the waiver. Forget Mr. Professor and the nice encouraging gentleman on the other end of the phone. It's all been in