Son of God at 11:11

By Jaimy Reynolds

I look at this creation to be similar to watching a movie, listening to an album, and viewing a painting but only in a book form. My aim is straight for the hearts and minds of the people of this world. Throughout this process, before writing I would ask God to work though me to be a blessing to others, hoping to provide good food for the heart, mind, and soul. Through my journey of experiences, testimonies, visions, and discernment has caused my ultimate goal is for these short stories of words to be seeds planted to help develop inner peace, happiness, lead you toward your purpose and build your relationship with God. WeOurUs

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514426883

Jaimy Reynolds

So much has happened in so little time, and in the midst of my time living life on planet earth, my mental state of mind changed the day I surrendered my life to God. The word “I” became “we,” “our,” and “us.” With the ever-so-ending bumps in the road along my journey, I began to see the beauty in every living thing while daydreaming the conclusion of my life being molded into a messenger of God. My name is Jaimy Reynolds from the east side Arlington, Texas, and I have a story to tell, a vision to share, and love to give.

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CONTENTS

On The Road We Go

Oregon

INTRO To, The Lady In My Bed 1 Through 5 Baby Sitter Blues

Imagination

Seven

Dear Mom To My Elinda Dion,

You Look Just Like Yo Daddy

Stick And Move, Bob And Weave

Black & White

Light Skin Dark Skin Talk Is Keeping Willie Lynch Alive

1111

LOVE

Uncle Mark

The Village Under My Ceilings

City Of Minds

What’s A Penny

Loyalty, Trust & Respect

Covered Part 1: The Testimony Of Cheating Death

Lady In My Bed Part 2: 1 Of 8

Covered Part 2: Shield Of Faith

The Lady In My Bed Part 2: 2 Of 8

Covered Part 2: The Invisible Shield

Church

Daydreaming

The Young Escape

Addiction

Lady In My Bed Part 2: 3 Of 8 $The Cause Of Change$

Lady In My Bed Part 2: 4 Of 8 After Thoughts Of A Love Lost

The Lady In My Bed Part 2: 5 Of 8 Love Misery

The Lady In My Bed Part 2: 6 Of 8 In Between Tear And Repair

13th Grade Telemarketing

Traffic

More

Rules Of The Game

A Highway That Divides

Insecurities

Jaicy Part 1:The Quiet Storm

Jaicy Part 2: The American Dream

Lady In My Bed Part 2: 7 Of 8 When She Thinks Of Me

Undecided

Son Of God

Becoming Your Own Doctor

Lady In My Bed Part: 4 Queen

50/50 Lil Twin

The Challenge: Discovering Yourself

The Fantasy Man

3 Minute Lyric

ECCLESIASTES 1:18

The Tree Outside My Window

The Daytime Sleeper

You Just Think You Are Perfect Don’t You?

Jamming J Dilla

The Power Of Sex

The Lady In My Bed: Part 2 Six Years Later

A Bradshaw Reunion

Family

Chess

Correcting Our Youth

Voices

Lady In My Bed Part 4 : The Road In Between Spirit And Flesh

Lady Red Part 1: Her Vs The World

Lady Red Part 2: The Mission

The Game Of Basketball

Dear Mary Jane,

Life And Death Is In The Power Of The Tongue

Weourus

Special Thanks

ON THE ROAD WE GO

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O N THE ROAD we go.. sitting on my lap my sister’s curly hair blow’s out the window while my little bro play’s with his G I Joe’s. Mom plays it off so well but I can always’s tell the day after yell’s, shouts and screams that interrupted my dream’s. We left everything but clothes that could fit in the trunk, the ever so often smell of a skunk that sprayed.. dodge the sun beam shift over to the shade from the tintless red 88 Dotson. Deer dash by at night, cow’s moo in the day. Stopped at Dairy Queen for ice cream on the way, caramel fudge Sunday topped with nuts and whipped cream. With no plan we continue to roll crowded gently down the stream. The summer of 91 shortly after MJ won his first ring. Right around the time flat top’s was the thing. Looks of curiosity from eye’s that pass by, three young lad’s of color and a white lady who was born in Brady. Once we arrived I couldn’t believe my eye’s. It was loud as we passed tall buildings that scrapped clouds and it was busy like bee’s as car’s scurried like hungry rats after cheese. Where are we? The city, she replies in disguise like she isn’t scared inside.

With nowhere to go we rolled, baby pudgy hand’s of my little bro leave’s a print on the window staring at tire’s that row, I lift him up a tad for show that cause his brown eyes to glow while his pacifier hang’s low. With sleeping beauty on my left lap, plus me, no map on highway 360 going 50 in a 60.

We exit Park Row and stopped at the first apartment. Mom didn’t have enough, but somehow, some way, they let us stay. Coach Light Square Apartment’s was the name, second part to the game where the story starts to the now present of what remains. A new beginning of change….

OREGON

Thinking back

G RANDMA SPOON FEED’S her mother everyday, all the babies do is eat and play, a calm dog towards the end of it’s day’s just lays, mom is on her way while I’m seeing less of dad these days.

Grandma throws and catches the ball, watches Bruce Lee with me and sang song’s while I sat on her knees, the one who reminds me to say please when asking for things. Without knowing what love is at the time, I loved this woman. The lady who took me to church in her green station wagon that looked like a hearse. She carried a purse that she gave money out of that filled my toy box of lot’s of toys that make noise. A white lady who sat me down and explained what was going on in the movie Shaka Zulu to her half black grandson. Although at the time it just went in one ear and out the other not understanding the significance of what she was teaching me from being young and just wanting to play. Not far these days on a regular old day, a man knocked on the door whose first words were hey from a land unknown, slick back hair and a scent of cologne here to fix the stove.

He’s doing the talking while grandma is doing the smiling like she was sipping a long island. Next we are in the car, to the aisles of Wal-Mart picking out a toy from the man who reminds me of Elvis and Jack Nicklaus playing the joker. A smoker on interludes between making moves through a chicken shack drive thru where an arm hand’s a plastic sack was my view from the back. I see the two still linger and talk between licking my greasy chicken fingers. From this point on I just remember waking up asking where my grandma was. Mom told me she moved away with that man who came to fix the stove.

I’m barefoot outside seeing her drive off in my mind in the car with nobody in sight on the road. The cloudy day gloom’s as mom stand’s in the door way moving her lips telling me to come inside but I don’t hear a thing.

What is this new feeling I’m feeling more worst than a spanking..

I don’t want to play, I have no appetite to eat, I don’t want to do anything but see my grandma.

I need to tell her something….

Tell her I won’t be bad anymore, tell her I’ll be good.

When is she coming back, where did she go..

Moved where I asked?…………… Oregon, my mom replied. How far is Oregon from Texas?

INTRO TO, THE LADY IN MY BED 1 THROUGH 5

Baby Sitter Blues

C AMALOT APARTMENTS, UPSTAIRS second floor of the two bed room, one for the kids, the other for mom minus the groom. The smell of moms perfume lets me know she’ll be back soon. Knocks on the door from the new baby sitter I assumed. Hugs from mom then she was on the run. I watched her drive off from the balcony while spotting the girl around my age down the hall, swimming pool summer time right before the fall. She still had her bathing suit on in the day, the sitter asks if she wanted to come over and play. Her parents gave her the okay and she come running back our way.

My brother and sister were both sound asleep on mom’s bed right after they were fed. Hot dogs and chips with sandwich bread, kool aid red was the drink, I think, or it might have been grape. Quick fast and easy meals when mom didn’t have enough time to bake or make her famous shakes. Homemade vanilla ice cream with Hershey’s syrup to be stirred up in a bowl. I was seven years old, Jessica just turned five and Jaicy was three. Sometimes mom let us take the tub of toy’s in the living room and let us be. Before she left we put most of the toys back in the room but a few still lingered. One being a toy video recorder that the baby sitter observed with her finger’s.

A new game introduced shortly after moms departure, a voice that sound’s clear as the day, time to go to the back and play, you are the husband and she is your spouse, a game called house.

The sitter directed with the toy recorder in her face while she puts us in place. The little blonde girl wearing her bathing suit who reminded me of little sister’s Barbie doll’s and the brown skin baby sitter lay on my bed. I believe the babysitter was in her teens, perhaps reeacting thing’s she had seen possible from the T.V screens.

From an aerial view you could have called me Humpty Dumpty, but not on the wall who had a big fall, it was more like on the bed with tangled legs while listening to what the sitter says. Parrallel body frames and locked arms as if we were in love. I feel her heart beating from her lungs. Kissing kids playing house that is quieter than a mouse. A new rush of excitement that sparks a new intrest as we are introduced to going further than just betterfly and eskimo kisses. Im wondering, so this is what the grownup’s are doing when their door is closed? Or, the thought of there being more is what brings a curiosity to my virgin mind.

The next day the baby sitters brother would come over with his girlfriend. A opportunity to escape and do as you please without any adult supervision. So to the back room we go as the older people drop their clothes. More instructions for me to perform as I am told to take my clothes off but for some reason that night I had a knot in the string’s of my shorts that I couldn’t pick. The boyfriend and girlfriend carried on like lover’s do. I was a minor without parental guidance let in to view an X Rated film of adult like scenes. Exposure of the gardner’s planted seeds causes me to now visually undress my school teachers when in a daydream. I’m now wondering why any of the seven dwarf’s didn’t see whats up with Snow White while having thoughts of Cinderella being all alone in that big house of hers. The idea of man and woman are all making sense now while I lay with ladies in my bed.

Journal Scraps:

We have no clue what lies in the mind of others. One’s actions can be a rooted scar from their younger days that transpired into the now. Unfortunately, the predators prey on the pure and innocent that potentially can cause the victim to later do the same. Hopefully in this case for the babysitter it was only a phase. With forgiveness already established in my heart, and bitterness nowhere to be found, this situation has caused me to be very aware and protective of the kids. I want nothing negative to happen to them, therefore I become their shield and guardian angel in a physical form. I will know who is watching over my future kids when I am away while making sure their are in the very best of hands. We must know who are watching our children and not become lackadaisical when choosing babysitter’s.

IMAGINATION

Only those who can see the invisible can attempt the impossible…Dick Eastman

I HAD A lot of energy as child, especially when it got late. There were many nights of having to go to bed at a decent time on a school night and remembering lying in bed for an hour looking in the darkness of the room. It became boring after staring at everything in the room that was visible to see until I began to think. This is where my imagination came into place as a child. Little did I know the dreadful times of having enough energy to play football outside but instead forced to lie in the bed would benefit me. The blessing in disguise allowed me turn nothing into something. I began seeing things when nothing was there.

Close your eyes right now and wait for a moment, with your eyes closed ……what did you see?

If you were just thinking about what you were doing at that current moment and that is really all that you saw. If you feel like you lack of an imagination. Let’s try this and give it a shot…

Let’s think about something. We must first realize that our mind is more powerful than we think. There are ones who claim that the average human only uses ten percent of our brain. Well if this is so, let’s get curious to know how we can use more of a percentage of our brain rather than ten percent. Explore the options of possibilities that can change your life if you were to start tapping into your mind to use all the availabilities God has given you. Our mind is indeed more powerful than we think.

The only person that is going to cheat you out of not using your full individual potential of the mind is the man or woman you see every day in the mirror. Let’s begin by starting with the most important tool of the human body, our mind.

We must be willing to not brain block ourselves by not allowing yourself to grow mentally. Instead, allow yourself to be open to what can be new and not become stuck in your ways. We do not always have to have our mind already made up, everything that comes our way doesn’t have to be so black and white. Think of your mind as having no boundaries or limitations.

Get into a comfortable spot either laying down or sitting up, the main thing is to relax.

Try and relax every muscle in your body.

Clear your mind of all worries, stresses, what you did today or what you are going to do tomorrow.

Once you feel yourself relaxed and comfortable, take however many deep breathes that soothes you.

Breathe in and out while breathing out your mouth.

With your eyes closed, body relaxed not moving a muscle, now let your mind open up into the galaxy with no boundaries or limitations. Visually see wall’s falling over that once blocked you and allow your mind to take you wherever it takes you.

Don’t fight it, try not to let any of your own negative thought’s carry into your dream of what you see while your eyes still closed. When those eye lids shut and all you see is pitch dark, believe and think the room is a room of an infinite space to use for thoughts, ideas and creations. You may not see or feel anything for a few minutes, but try and stay focused to where you are not even trying anymore.

Think natural, we want everything to come naturally.

Go to a place in your mind that you never have visited. Allow your mind to fly where it feels with you going for the ride. You can go to another country without physically being there. That loved one you miss dearly that is so far away, go find them and picture them out there in the world. Take off and go on that journey. Where do you want to be in the future, now visually see yourself in that place living that life. See yourself doing all of what you want to do and where you want to be. See that future house of yours that is a home. Watch yourself ride by in that car you want. See that bank account number of where you want it to become. Paint a picture without painting a real picture. Think back of your past and ask yourself why those certain event’s happened to you and figure out how that has helped mold apart of your character. But what is it going to take in order to get into those places, now see yourself putting that game plan together and devote yourself to making it happen.

Now with your eyes still closed, what all did you see along the way? Could you see yourself in those places you wanted to be, well if you did, that’s your imagination. What did you see when your eyes were closed?

Let’s not sell ourselves short from this day on. Let’s begin to use up all the percentage of brain usage that we possibly can. Why not? It’s ours. Why not unlock what lies inside your mind. What’s the worst that can happen, you can only gain by doing so. Only you can stop yourself from seeing in the dark.

Try this: Turn off the television. Turn off your cell phone. Find some you time in that quiet place and tap into your mind and see what you can discover. Shut everything in the outer world off and focus more on your own thought’s of what comes natural to you. Not only will you discover more about yourself, it helps concentration, memory and more importantly helps you gain mind control.

Nothing can stop us from thinking, become more limitless in our imagination that awaits to run wild to explore.

SEVEN

T HE BACKPACKER, SINGLE parent mom, homeless man, police officer, bus driver, the publisher and the writer

The Writer

Once you understand the only problem is in the mirror then thing’s seem clearer.

More cool than cold getting down with the new and out with the old, finding joy in being alone.

Sitting back pondering tic for tac of aspect’s I lack overlooking the fact’s is written down on the top sheet of the writer’s journal from just doodling thought’s before ripping out the page, balling it and shooting it into his trash can. The writer looks at all the other balled up pieces of paper on the floor that didn’t make the trash can with his head resting in his hands. He checks the time to calculate how much he had left before leaving to the library and making it back home for a nap before going to his night shift at work. . The writer has sent in many writing pieces to be published that he believed were masterpieces and could be a great use to help the people of the world but no one was biting on his work in which discouraged him.

Sitting at his desk with one hand massaging his eyes and face in deep thought as usual while thinking about giving up on the whole writing career idea. On his desk was a piece of paper to one of his book’s that he called his last one if no publisher were interested in work. A piece a writing that he dug deep down in his soul to find what he wanted to say to the world was laying next to the library book he was going to turn back in today. He felt as if God was using him to get through to others though his writing. Although struggling, the writer was full of knowledge and wisdom, he was still searching for a better understanding in which things worked in the world finding himself loving a world that he has detached himself from. A writer who was unsure if all the time spending on writing could have been used on working another job so he wouldn’t have to eat the same meal’s he has been eating. His lack of money kept him away from even trying to get with women from not being able to take them out anywhere so he just left the whole dating scene alone and focused on writing the best book he possibly could.

The writer rest’s his face in both palms of his hands and begins praying asking God if this was his purpose and to allow him to be blessed so that he could be a blessing to other’s and to guide his step’s in where he needs to be in order to fulfill the purpose that God has planned for him. After his prayer, the writer folds the writing piece of paper that was laying next to the library book and slipped it in the book to where he left off last, thinking to himself how he would finish the last chapter on the bus. The writer put’s his pen behind his ear, mini size journal the size of his hand to jot down notes, picks up the book and leaves out the door. While waiting on the metro bus to arrive, the writer observes the life in front of him sitting on the bench next to strangers.

The writer gets dropped off at his stop, before he get’s off the bus he asked the bus driver, excuse me ma’am, do you know about how long the next bus will arrive here at this stop for the next pick up?

About 10 to 20 minutes, she replies.

Thank you ma’am, you have a good day.

The library was in the same plaza where the writer was dropped off. With not much time to check out another book he just returned the book in the drop box and went back to catch the next bus to return home.

The Publisher

The pressure is on for the publisher trying to save his job. He was on a mission from out of town looking for new talent or anything that might spark the interest of his high up bosses. The company he works for is downsizing and his production has declined towards the middle of pack. He and his wife, who is seven month’s pregnant were a year into their marriage. All his high hopes and promises to his wife were looking slimmer by the month. The next door neighbor of the rooms would have thought a couple were both in the room from the speaker phone being on while he gets ready to get out and find what he is looking for.

Both hands on the bath room sink staring at the problem in the mirror. Commercial’s play in the background while he check’s the time to realize he missed the hotel’s breakfast deadline. He walks to the window of the second floor and pushes over the curtain to look out the window. His wife tells him that she will call him later after working from the cell phone that lay’s on the bed as he watches the people at a distance in the big city. From the man carrying a backpack by the bus about to answer his phone to the unmarked car that just pulls into the hotel parking.

With his head near the thin walls he hears a phone ring from the next door. The only thing he could make out from the neighbor was, where you at, before he walks away from the window to grab his keys while telling his wife that he would call her soon. Before she got off the phone she said his name that brought a brief moment of silence and then said, have faith. Another brief silence before they both said bye.

He walk’s outside and heads downstairs to his companies car to notice that the back passenger tire was on flat. Problems were coming one after another so it seems for the publisher as he stands there and look’s at the tire in shame while shaking his head. He reaches for his phone to notice that it wasn’t in his pockets. He pat’s over his pocket and check’s in his brief case. He tries to concentrate with his eyes closed faced up towards the cloud’s thinking back when he last had it. So much has been on his mind that he hasn’t been able to think straight. For the most part he never really has been in a situation where money was an issue and never had to deal with not having money. Stress was apparent as he thinks of an option to get his tire fixed to be able to make it to his scheduled appointment.

He was going to walk to the lobby before seeing a man carrying a backpack walking passed him heading towards the area of his hotel room. Excuse me sir, can you help for a moment, my tire is flat and I can’t find my phone, do you mind if I use your’s to call the insurance company to come out and fix it?

The young man carrying the backpack had a look as if he had his mind on something and really didn’t have the time. He wore a suspicious look as if this man was an undercover cop or something. His instincts were letting him know that he was cool, just a man who needed a little help so he walked over and handed him the phone, yo my man, make it quick for me, I got some business to take care of.

Oh yea sure thing, I’ll make it fast, thank you for helping man.

Yea, no problem, while glancing at the second floor hotel room where his connect was located while glancing at the man’s flat tire. Yo, maybe you should head to the nearest AutoZone four blocks away to buy some Fix it Flat. It will at least get you to the nearest tire shop. He has been through a flat tire a few times in his life to where he wasn’t a stranger to the situation. He set his backpack down next to the stranded man and squats down to check the tire.

He looks up at the publisher using his phone but the light from the sun beamed in his eyes. He held his hand over his eyes like he was saluting the man standing over him in the direction of the hotel room. From the side of the man’s head who he was helping out, he sees a suspicious man walking by the hotel room he would be in right now if it wasn’t for him being asked for help. The man walking towards the second floor hotel room has one hand next to his gun while giving his backup across the balcony the go ahead to move forward. He slowly rose up reaching for his phone while the word, COPS!!!, sparked in his mind. TA sudden rush came over his body that sent him sprinting off away from the hotel room. The publishers eyes grew big while he shouted, wait, you left your phone and your backpack, but it was too late as the sprinter had his mind made up to not look back.

The publisher turn’s around to look back to see what the young man saw that caused him to run. He witnessed two men standing in front of the hotel door right next to his. He turned back to the backpack left on the ground before he hung up the phone. He picked up the backpack, opened the car door and sat in the front seat to think of his next move. Something isn’t right as he thought to himself, is this what I think it is? He open’s the backpack to see a book laying across the top. He took out the book and opened it as a piece of paper inside used as a book mark fell to his lap. He pick’s the book mark up and start’s reading the writing on it. Whatever was written on the paper had the publisher’s attention as he continued reading the words written finding himself being glued in to where he forgot what had just happened.

Whoever wrote this piece is a gifted writer who needs to be heard was one of the many thoughts that ran across his mind. He looks up at the direction of the young man who was last seen running off towards the direction of a library with its name hanging high on the building. He then looks inside to see where the book belonged to while putting two and two together hoping this book was just checked out so he could find out the last person’s name who left the writing’s inside the book. And sure enough the book was rented from the library not far from the hotel. This could be what he was looking for, to find some type of talent that he was searching to recognize.

He flipped through more pages to see if there were any more left pieces of writing’s left inside while glancing in his rear view mirror towards the hotel room where the two men were no longer standing. Another piece of paper left inside was read by the publisher who was out looking for someone who needed him just as bad. And not to his surprise the writing grabbed his attention just as the first one did. He knew his mission was to find the man who wrote these writing’s, thinking to himself, if it wasn’t for the help of the young man who ran off. Without even thinking of the possibility that there could have been drugs in that bag, he grabbed it and left for his hotel room just in case the young man was to come back. As he walk’s upstairs he thinks to himself of how just maybe it was meant for him to have a flat tire so he could have ran into this writer that not only could help him with his job, but the writing seemed as if it was what he needed to read for himself.

Just as the publisher open’s his hotel room door he hears his cell phone make the sound when he receives a text message that caused him to now remember where he left his phone in the first place. He hears voices next door as he walk’s to the cell phone to read the text message from his wife that reads, I know you don’t want to be out of town but try to think positive, God work’s in mysterious ways.

Everything seems too crazy at this point right for the publisher who in a state of shock from things getting to out of the ordinary at the moment. The door closes from outside where the voices from next door followed. He walked over to the curtain and secretively slid over the curtain to see what was going on. He sees a man in hand cuff’s being led by two cops dressed in regular street clothes while speaking into their walkie talkies.

It suddenly hits him as he panic’s looking at the backpack in his hand. What is in this bag, he think’s to himself as he begins to pace the hotel room. He sits on the edge of the bed and begins to unzip the bag to find a t shirt, I Pod and three book’s inside. The clueless possibility of more writing’s inside surfaced in mind before opening the first book to see one hundred dollar bills stashed in between pages. Pages inside the other books were cut out in the shape of money that was stacked of one hundred dollar bills planted inside. The expanded eye’s of surprise from the desperate seeker coming in from out of town. Nobody is around, should he run, should he hide, shout for joy, be grateful from answered prayer are thoughts that flash in his mind. I can pay bills and get caught up, or do the right thing and turn it in, buy his wife a new dress, save it, call my wife. I should leave he thinks to himself. What if the young kid who ran off could be calling one of his boys to come looking for me as thoughts play out in his mind. He grabs a stack and flipped the ends of fresh cut dollar bills with his thumb.

Everything is coming to him, the pressure is on like minutes to go in a forth quarter game and your down by seven. Without thinking clearly he just pack’s in a hurry and leaves the hotel room with one carry bag, laptop brief case and the backpack that is held by the top handle ready to hand it over if approached by anybody who has any slight clue of what’s inside. The only thing on his mind was to find the man who wrote those writing’s and to get rid of this backpack but where, was I really going to give all this money away, is what he was thinking before walking into the small lobby. He tells the checking clerk that he was checking out. He tried to calm himself while it seemed to take the service clerk a little longer than usual. In a soft voice, Sir, there was a problem with our system being down all this morning. We have no way of seeing at the moment of who all has checked in a room within the last 24 hours. If you were to be using credit, we have a credit card machine for you to use as a receit t or if you were to be using cash then we can just leave it at that if you are not willing to wait before our system is back up and running? She waits a moment while they both are saying nothing while still making eye contact. Sir, is everything alright, do you need some time to think about it. Unfortunately if you were to use cash then there will not be any history of you visiting our hotel, but if you need proof as a write off of any sort we can give you by mail if you like.

His wife’s text message flashes in front of him while undecided about what he should do coming to his senses and responding back to the woman, I’ll just pay cash, I have to be on my way, thank you.

He paid his fee and begins to walk to the library as if his demeanor had no clue of what was really inside the bag. If he were to be approached by anyone person who had a clue as if they knew what was really inside the bag then he would give up and act as if he was unaware of what was inside. But if no one approaches, then money stashed away for a rainy day was now a future option while he thinks about getting in contact with the person who left their writing inside the library book. Could it have been the young man who stopped to help, if so, then he was the last to check out the book?

The Backpacker

He has it down to a T, precise measuring and cutting inside pages of book’s to fill with one hundred dollar bills. He moves in silence as the thought’s in his mind and heart disagrees every time he goes out to meet with his connect. He places the books inside his backpack and prepares himself to leave his apartment. He battles himself unable to picture himself working a regular 9 to 5 and giving up making fast money. Many of his friends who he used to run the streets with are now locked up in prison without freedom brings him the thought of not being invisible and his day will come if he didn’t stop hustling. He stares at himself in the mirror, his reality causes his unhappiness from the direction his life has turned out to be.

Before he leaves he goes to the edge of his bed, gets on his knees and brings his hands together to form praying hands and begins to open his heart to God asking for forgiveness and to be guided in the right path. It’s been year’s to where he couldn’t even remember the last time he had to use the sleeve of his T shirt to wipe away tears from his eyes. He purposely dresses in disguise to throw off any attention of what might be in his backpack. He dresses casual as he plans to stop by the library early, khaki pants and polo shirt attire before he grabs his backpack and walks out the door leaving the key’s to his car behind.

He walks while occasionally looking up into the sky wondering if God really heard his prayer. He thought to himself of how and why would God want to help him out for all this time doing as he pleased and going against God’s word. Only time will tell as he cautiously watches his surroundings and whereabouts. He is tired of living the way he does., A lifestyle of his could eventually have to face the point to where a testimony happens that changes everything by risking his freedom. . He thought about the love of his mother and how it would feel if her son had to spend time in prison.

Thought’s crossed his mind as cars pass by in the busy city streets before he reached the library. Without a plan in mind on what to read, he just grabbed a book that caught his attention from the rack of returned books. The backpacker sat away from everybody while opening up the book to burn time until he needed to be at the hotel near the library.

Soon as he opens the book, small pieces of paper full of ink fell from the book. He picked them up from the top of the table and began to read the writings on the paper. The words of the piece of paper automatically grabbed his attention as he delved into the passage. He stopped and looked around as if somebody purposely put these writing’s inside the book he just happen to pick up and continued on to read again. His whole undivided attention was pulled in from what he was reading as if it was meant for him to read it at this particular moment. He thought to himself how the person who left these pieces of writing didn’t plan on leaving them inside. . He flipped through a few pages and read a paragraph or two to get an idea of what kind of book a man who wrote these writing’s would be interested in reading.

The backpacker checked the time and decided to check the book out before he left for his next destination. For everything that was on his mind were connected to what he was just thinking as if his prayers were being heard. He checked out the book and left for the hotel. While still thinking of what he just read he could feel the vibration of his phone up against his thigh. He answers the call who happens to be his connect asking where he was at. He knew the hotel well enough to know exactly where on the second floor he was located.

As he moved closer he noticed a man checking his pockets while staring at his flat tire. While paying the man no attention while walking towards the hotel the man with flat spoke to him, excuse me sir, can you help for a moment, my car is flat and I can’t find my phone, do you mind if I use yours to call the insurance company to come out and fix it? The backpacker had a little suspicious look on his face contemplating on where he needed to be but went over to hand him his phone. He didn’t have much time so he knelt down quickly to check the tire himself from having a few flat tires in his day. He tells the man that there was an AutoZone four blocks away and that he could put some fix a flat in his tire so he would be able to drive to the nearest tire shop. It’s always been in his nature to help from growing up having five brothers and sisters. As he is checking the tire letting the man use his phone his mind is on this change of direction in his life.

As he was looking up with his hand held up above his eyes to block the sun, from the side of the man’s head who he was helping, he spots a man walking by the hotel room where he was supposed to be in right now if it wasn’t for him helping the stranded man.. The man held one hand next to his gun while giving his backup across the balcony the go ahead to move forward. He slowly rose up reaching for his phone while the word, COPS, sparked in his mind that gave a rush to his body to run away from the hotel. The man he was helping shouted out something that he didn’t make out from having one thing on his mind which was to get away as fast as he could.

He ran for his life just thinking how he never wanted to see a jail cell, weaving in and out through the moving traffic just barely dodging an accident. Cars slowed down to see what was going on. The man, now without his backpack, didn’t turn back to look at the hotel one time. He ran into the nearest alley to hide and stay put for a while not wanting to take any chance of being seen. He ran breathless to the open spot near a dumpster to where you couldn’t see him from outside the alley just in case the cops were to stroll by. With his heart pumping like it wanted to jump through his chest he threw himself down in the open space where he scared the living daylight out of a homeless man who was already sitting down.

The homeless man threw his hands up as if he was being jacked not saying a word. Half way out of breath and legs tightening up from not running in so long he just had to stay put as he replied, no, no, I’m not going to hurt you, just let me sit with you for a while!

Startled from everything happening so fast the homeless man with the shaggy beard and wide eyes calmly after coming to his senses replied, sure, I could use some company. The two just sat side by side for a moment as the once backpacker caught his breathe. The homeless man asked, are you in trouble? While still catching his breath and tilting his head back looking into the sky while thanking God silently he replied back, not any more I’m not, not any more old timer. Although he was sitting next to a homeless man, he realized that the homeless man was not dirty or didn’t have an odor to him. The two sat side by side with a look in their eyes of what’s next before the homeless asked, you wouldn’t happen to have any alcoholic beverages in a flask by any chance would you, no wait, never mind I said that. You might have just stopped something from happening young man, you have no idea.

The two would talk for an hour like they have been knowing each other for years in the shaded alley.

The Homeless Man

Seeing through the eyes and mind of the homeless man walking through the city.. "Nothing seems real anymore, look at everybody, in a hurry from making sacrifices for scum bag’s from the top of the pyramids and totem poles of CEO’S, entrepreneur’s, and business owner’s that have figured out a way to keep modern day slavery still in existence. Look at them all, running around all in a hurry to do this and that while that time should be spent with strengthening the foundation of the home. Look at us all, who do we think we are? They don’t even know, they just show up smelling good, dressing good, hair fixed to prove what? TO PROVE WHAT!!

To prove that you succeeded the dream of others that died years and years ago. The ones who were for slavery or just kept quiet about it and turned their cheek like nothing was going on. Look at what these kids are looking up to as parents, losers. And now the elder don’t know what’s going on with our youth. I can’t stand these dirt bags.

I hate how this world is, I don’t want to be here, I’m sick and tired, I need a drink, I need a woman but I don’t want to be around nobody. They all look down at me and they don’t even have a clue. They look down at me and are not even true with themselves. They look down at me when they should be searching who that person in the mirror is. Look at these individual’s, self- centered people who wouldn’t dare to stand on what they really believe. Where is the love? Where is the love when you need it? Why me, why did it have to happen to me lord? I know you are real but are you really there? Huh, are you, then show me! Then show me then! If you don’t, you’ll see me soon to make your decision where I’ll spend eternity, because I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t move, I’m stuck, I’m having a hard time living without this drink. It takes away that feeling for a moment, then comes back to haunt me. That devil is alive, and you let it kill me inside. Why me, where is my drink? I need to sit down and think of my next move because I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m tired, I’m starving, I think it’s time to check out."

The homeless man skip’s out on another meal to go back to his resting place. Although he is homeless he has hardly ever asked anybody for money or food. He sees himself in the mirror glass of businesses, his reflection passes through on the windows of cars that pass by. He has become numb to everything around him. Feelings of having to faint run through his body from not eating the last day in a half. He comes to the idea of no more searching what he can find to eat or waiting for restaurants to throw away food at the end of the night. With his mind weary at the corner of his eyes he sees a mother and her two kids walking past him that grabs his attention. His fatigued eye lid’s gain strength as his eyes stayed glued to the little boy and girl who he sees as the only pure things left on earth. The homeless man feel’s that kids are honest saying what’s on their mind from only being taught what they know leaving them real as can be until the ugly ways of the world enter the minds. The mother gave him a look of hope and that she felt for him, a friendly grin that she understood what he was going through. He was at the end of his road before taking his own life. While slowly walking to his resting place in the alley just one more block away, he stops and leans up against a building so he wouldn’t fall out in the middle of the sidewalk, gains enough strength to look up towards the sky and prays to God..

God I haven’t spoke to you in so long, and I get the feeling that you still have something in store for me, but I need a sign. I need to eat and I have nothing left in me to go out searching and begging for. If you can feed me, I’ll stand back up and live life again, if not, I ask for forgiveness, because I can’t do it anymore. If you can find it in your heart to only judge my heart and me not taking my own life, then I would greatly appreciate it, because that will allow me to make into heaven so I can see them again. Lord have mercy on my soul, A man.

The homeless man walks into the alley and sits down thinking when he is going to end his life. He thinks to himself maybe if he just goes to sleep then it would take away the hunger pains. While sitting down he reaches in his pant pocket and clutches his knife. He hears foot step’s dashing towards him that gets his attention then out of nowhere a young kid dressed in nice clothes throws himself in the open space in between the dumpster and where he was sitting. The homeless man threw his hands up as if he was being jacked not saying a word. The young man being half out of breathe from not running so long,