Telling It

By Linda Rodgers

To know me is to read about what I’ve written. I’m woven through out every word, every sentence. It shows the kind of person you’re dealing with—the content of my character. I have a strong sense of belief that he who has nothing to hide hide’s nothing; and in order to grow, you have to learn. I also believe that there are rules in life that have to be followed and if not . . . there will be consequences to every action—good or bad. So pay close attention to lesson that life gives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781684097401

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Telling It

Linda Rodgers

Copyright © 2017 Linda Rodgers

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2017

ISBN 978-1-68409-739-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68409-740-1 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

I dedicate this book to my children,

Devin, Aaron, and Natasha.

They are my rock, heart, and soul.

Introduction

The Blessing

We all have something to offer. Some offers through singing—can sing like an angel; some offers through dancing—can dance as if dancing on air; some offers through music—can play as if a melody came from heaven above; some offers through speech=can speak as if God himself is speaking through them. There are many offerings through many diverse things.

My offering is, I believe, through writing. God allowed me to give the gift of words. He allowed me to put pen to paper as if I’m writing on heaven’s floor—plenty of room for me to grow. Never gave much thought about what I have to give, what it is I can do. I can’t hold a tune to save my life; I can’t dance as well as some; I can’t play an instrument—I’m all thumbs. I’m not much of a speaker, as to say, but love to talk, but that’s altogether different—not quite the same. But I’m a writer; my words flow beautifully. Proud I am to have such a gift. The blessing to put words to paper and bring a story to life. Sometimes, it can bring a tear to eye, a smile to face—or a laughter. It will make you think to the fact of saying, I never thought about it that way.

I remember saying once upon, Who am I? I’m just a simple person. I can’t give greatness as I know some that do or did. I felt that grace of God spoke to me and this is what was said, What you went through—the pain, your trials and tribulations in life burdens were a lessons to be learned, it was not all in vain. You have the gift to help others along the way, before the pain, trials and tribulations of life burdens takes a toll. You can teach through your mistakes, so write and tell your story to enlighten; give your insights—that is the gift I gave you. So simple, you are not. So I began to write with much delight, and I wrote with all my might and the words flowed like never before. I founded my offering the blessing of writing. Words are my friend and it will carry me through the very last days. I am grateful for my blessing—to put pen to paper and tell stories that will carry a legacy throughout the years. Through my writing, I hope you all learn the message given, because I’m only a messenger. My offering comes from the Lord above and I’m humbled for the gift. We all have something to offer, what is yours? And when you find it when it comes to you—first, we must learn to crawl, walk, and then you run with it.

Linda Rodgers

The Letter

Hello! This is your girl, whom without a passing thought of guilt, have thrown me away. Left me felt disrespected and disregarded as if I was something dirty stuck on the bottom of your shoes that you had to scrape off. Didn’t even have the decency of a proper goodbye. Slinking away like the coward you are; and please no disrespect on my part toward you, even though that’s all you showed me, leaving me the scapegoat, bearing the blame for your shortcomings. But really, if truth be told, I too take some of the blame because I knew better. Trusting mortal men is a flaw of mine. I simply have to get under control I never said I was without flaws. Yes, I’m a work in progress by God’s design, but with my flaws, I can say this, I try my humble best to do more right then ever do wrong. Look at you, lookin’ like ya lookin’. No, I’m not going to curse you or make a scene because frankly my dear, you are not worthy of that emotion. You know that mad emotion? And please, don’t walk away thinking that’s the reason. Just wanted some form of closure, since I couldn’t get it from you. I had to do it myself; you couldn’t face me like a real man or even be real with your own emotions. What a man! After all, I was the one who wore the pants.

Hell! Someone had to be head-chief-in-charge. Can’t even leave for a damn piss break without someone—that would be you running it into the ground. Me as always, again, picking up after the ball had dropped. For once, I would like to relax, and for someone other than myself to simply say without a worry or care on my part, I got you. But that’s just wishful thinking. I know you’re thinking right now, I’m just bashing the hell out of you. No, baby boy, not pointing fingers, just simply stating fact of truth as I saw and see it. If it quacks and walks like a duck, sweetheart, it’s clearly a duck and there’s no misconception about that.

You think because I gave you the best part, and don’t think I’m just referring to the bedroom. Please see how small-minded you simply are. And one more gan, (please excuse the non-pronunciation of that wording, but you get the meaning, just as I when I admit I may not be the smartest in the tool shed but I’m far from the dumbest. It may take me a minute to get it, but believe me, when I get it, I got it), I got your message loud and crystal clear; it spoke massive volumes. What really gets me most of all is me being honest and laying it all on the table naively, thinking you were a gift from heaven above and all you were was a taker—sucking the life right out of me like some creature in the night.

All I ever wanted for once is someone to be completely honest with me as I to them. Because unlike you, I can handle the truth. Truth is freedom to me. Lies and deception are nothing but forms of bondage, and I can’t survive being confined to that kind of living. So truth—whether I like it or not, hurt or not—is something I need, and you simply could not provide. Not mad because you left, (let’s not get at twisted) glad you left because no one time should ever be wasted. Yes, I’m disappointed the way you left—leaving hurt and pain in your path when clearly didn’t have to be. I really thought better of you, had a sister checking herself because I was like, Seriously? What are you? Who are you? I believe I can work with anyone who’s being fair, no matter what the situation. I’m great at compromising where we both can walk away with a win; compromise myself to the point that no solution is a failure to me and that’s a line. I will not cross. I do have my integrity and yes, I’m stubborn and I will fight you all the way. If I feel you’re trying to pull something over on me, you had me for a moment. I can admit that, but let’s be clear, I didn’t stay down long. It was never