My Storybook

By Darrell Herron

This book contains a collection of short stories to be used as a tool for parents and grandparents. These stories are easy-to-read and easy-to-understand with moral meanings to be implemented by the parents in order to inspire the children's perceptions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Feb 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645365679

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About The Author

Darrell Herron lived most of his life in the hills of West Virginia with his wife, Connie, and their five children. Darrell was raised in the coal camps of Eccles, West Virginia, where he learned the hardships of coal camp life. His ancestry and roots run deeply within his family heritage, and Darrell has built his life around family. From his early ancestors, who arrived in America in the early 1700s, his bloodlines inherited deep concerns of family life and moral standings. This has inspired him to write My Storybook as well as other books on family togetherness.

Dedication

I dedicate this book to parents and soon-to-be parents.

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Herron, Darrell

My Storybook

ISBN 9781643789385 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781643789378 (Hardback)

ISBN 9781645365679 (ePub e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020900730

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First Published (2020)

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Introduction

When I speak to someone else, it is only a collection of words put together in sentences. The meaning of each word can be understood by another, but the idea of thought cannot be communicated by me to anyone else. When you use the same words in the same sentences, they lack inner meaning. Let the earth bring forth its seed of the plant.

When I write down words upon paper, after I write them, they no longer belong to me. Then they belong to you. You are a voice unto me.

If you take these pages to come, let these pages be taken as a perception to understanding, with openness to fulfillment, opening unto all, that all shines in all.

These words are written forms, written by my own thoughts. The forethought was before the swinging of the chains. The afterthought is that each link of the chain sought the weaker link.

These stories are for grownup adults, to be understood with children’s conception. I have written these short stories to have a story behind a story. They are stories that have a meaning behind the meaning. To receive the true meaning, you must be able to receive meaning. You have to, so to speak, read between the lines to receive what I’m getting at.

I poured out myself upon these sayings.

What’s up?

1. All of a sudden, I’m born. What a glorious day this shall be! I’m born as the Word of God. Now, I know what I am. I am one of the elects, one of the firstborns.

I ask myself this first question. Now that I’m born as the Word of God, what am I going to do about it?

So, I say to myself, ‘I will go and proclaim to all the world of what and who I am.’

I ask myself, ‘Wonder who will be the first one that I will go and proclaim to? Will it be you, or will it be you?’

So, off I go into the world, searching for that first one. I said to myself, ‘I think I’ll go to America, for they look like they need proclaiming to the most in this world.’

As I, the born of the Word, first arrived in America, the first place I went, to proclaim to, was New York. I said to myself, ‘This looks like a good place to start. Many, many people of whom I just know, with a city of this many people, will want to hear what I have to say.’

I went right to the center of town and started to proclaim. After just a few minutes of telling the large crowd of who I am and what I’m doing here, the crowd of multitude said with a fast-paced voice that thundered in my ear. They said, Leave us, man. We don’t have time for you and all of your proclaiming. We live much too busy lives to be interested in who you are and what you have to say. Now just get along and leave our fun city. If you don’t leave, like real quick, we don’t have stones but we sure do have a lot of bricks to throw at you. And our bricks will bring a sure death to you. So, be quick about it, and get out of our city.

So, I said to the people of New York, Don’t you want to hear what I have to say concerning the Word of God?

And they shouted back to me, No, we do not.

So, I, as the born Word of God, dusted my feet off and left that city forever.

Then I said to myself, ‘Surely, they will want to hear what I have to say in California.’ So, off I went to the sunny California.

It was early morning, a very sunny morning when I arrived. First, I went to the large sunny beach. There were many people lying down on the sand. So, I shouted, All you good people, stand up and hear what I was sent to tell you. Do you want to hear the Word that God sent me to tell you?

Then they all said with one single voice. They never even opened their sleepy eyes. They all said, No, we do not.

So, I, as the born Word of God, dusted my feet off and left that sunny beach forever.

So, I said to myself, ‘I know where I can go to proclaim. I’ll go where there is always a lot of talking. I’ll go to the state capital, in Washington DC.’ So, off I went.

I just marched right in into a very large room where many congressmen, the president of the United States, and also the Pope himself sat, discussing what they were going to do for their Christmas party.

I stood right up in the middle of them all and said, Gentlemen, I came to proclaim God’s Word to you today. Do you want to hear what I have to say?

All of them said with one single voice, No, we do not, because we have too many other important issues to address. So, just get yourself out of here and leave us about our business.

And then I said back to them all, But listen to me, for God sent me here to tell you something. Do you want to hear what I have to say?

Then all the businessmen said with one single voice, If you don’t get out of here, we will nail you to a tree. We will crucify you, so just get along, you man.

So, I, as the born Word of God, dusted my feet off and left that state capital forever.

Then I went to the center of America and climbed upon the top of the roof of a large old barn. When I stood upon the top of the roof, I turned around in three circles and with a loud shout I shouted, I have been from coast to coast throughout this land that you call America, this land that you call America the free. This freedom that you proclaim is not freedom; it’s a prison that all of you have imprisoned yourself in.

I shouted three times with a loud shout, I am born of the Word of God. Is there anyone throughout this land that wants to hear what I am sent to proclaim? And then I listened, and I heard not a word.

The End

The lesson to be learned from this story is: In all of your businesses, in all of your fast-paced lives, in all of your leisure, and in all of your democratic ways, take the time to listen to the Word of God, for if you decide not to take the time, the dust that falls off his shoes will be the same dust that covers you up.

The Little Bulb

Once upon a time, there was an old factory that was located in the Midwest. This old factory made light bulbs – big ones, small ones, and some in between. They made millions and millions of bulbs. All seemed to be of the same brightness. They were very similar indeed.

Except that one day, one of the bulbs seemed to be different. This bulb was different from the start. This bulb seemed to have a little more life in it. All the workers agreed and said, This bulb will shine someday, after we’re through making him.

Indeed, this little bulb from the get-go was different. The little bulb must have been wired and different because he started to shine differently when they placed him in a box and put him on the shelf to be sold.

The little bulb said to himself one day, ‘I know I’m among many bulbs to be sold. But I feel different and I want to be different. I want to outshine them all.’

So, the little bulb sat on the shelf in his little box. He sat there for a long time. He sat there for so long that the top of the box started gathering dust.

So, one day, the little bulb inside the box said to himself, ‘I wonder how long I will sit here on this shelf until someone buys me.’

The box sat on the shelf for many years. All the workers, that had made him so long ago, were growing old too, until one day, an old man walked into the store.

The old man said, "I am a maintenance worker way up north, in Montana. I have been on a long trip and now I’m on my way back home. When I left several months