Hold On: A King Bee Story

By Vincent Smith

“No one can serve two Gods (God and gods) for either he/she will hate the one and love the other, or else he/she will hold on to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.”

Remember the creator and the days of your youth before evil and the days that will come when you have no pleasure in them. Remember the days when the watchmen of the house shall tremble and the strong men shall bow.

Remember when you shall be afraid of that which is high and the fears shall be in the way. Remember the days that desires shall fail because man has to go to his long home and the mourners go about in streets. Remember the days when the silver cord is loosed, the gold bowl is broken, the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel is broken at the cistern.

The words of the wise are as goads and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies which are given by this shepherd.

Furthermore, you are warned of making many books—there is no end and much study is a weariness of the flesh and mind.

Therefore, let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep his commandments for this is the whole duty of man. For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil.

This is a King Bee story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638853152

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Table of Contents

Cover

Title

Copyright

Acknowledgments

Appearance on the Scene

Mom-Millie

The Main Man

Strange Beginnings

The Early Years of School (Third to Eighth Grade)

The Early Years Away from School

The Running Started

Mr. Burton, an English and History Teacher of New Race (Eighth and Ninth Grades)

The Prom

The Scholarship and American Can Paper Mill

End of the High School Years

Tuskegee, Here I Come

Roommate, Daffney H, Vanity, and Deceit

Lesson Learned

The Real World—Buckle Your Seat Belts

Redstone PED

Walter, Jodi, Melvin, and Murna

Jodi

Party Time

Aaron

Party Time Again

A Project Office—Paranoia, Greed, Backstabbers, Heroes, Doping of the Minds, Vanity, and the Drum Major Instinct

Lu Lu

Jag

The Blue Z

Brenda

Mr. Finley

Rita

Kim

Welcome, King Bee

Conclusion to a Condensed Version of a King Bee Story

A1

A2

A3

A4

A5

A6

A7

A8

A9

P1

P2

P3

P4

Reference

About the Author

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Hold On

A King Bee Story

Vincent Smith

ISBN 978-1-63885-314-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63885-315-2 (Digital)

Copyright © 2022 Vincent Smith

All rights reserved

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Acknowledgments

This book is written to document the life of a would-bee king. Its purpose is to shed light and brighten the darkness. The reason is that because I have been asked to. We often call on Jesus and God the minute something goes wrong. I ask myself, How far will you go for them?

This is my attempt to go to infinity. This is an attempt to maybe have a trial love holiday. If it doesn't work, go back to life as usual.

Special acknowledgments:

God

Jesus Christ

Malissa Fluker

William Smith (D)

Charles Aaron (D)

Flora Fluker Jones (D)

Rashun M. Smith

Carrita Rena Fluker

Carrie Fluker (D) (Sweet)

Dave Fluker Jr.(D)

Michael Finley

Walter Robinson

Mom-Millie (D)

Martin Luther King (D)

BB King

The Wind

The Drifter

The Devil

And Me

Time is short. This is an abbreviated version. What else can be said?

Appearance on the Scene

Somewhere in southwest Alabama in late 1959, two people met; and in 1960, a stranger entered into their lives. It was really strange because the stranger appeared under the covers in a local hospital. He was not delivered there and did not make a sound. Somehow, he was attached to this wonderful lady. It was a bond that few could ever understand.

After the two left the hospital, they ventured into a country setting, living with two older women, Grandmother Sweet and her grandmother Mom-Millie. The stranger, now about the age of two, was very unique in that he understood things in a global way. His understanding was of the spiritual and supernatural makeup of the world.

One day, with a new sweater and having no pictures of him, the lady decided to take him to make a picture. During this time, certain people had to enter certain places through the back way. The Little One didn't understand this venture, but with the lady on his side was willing to give it a try.

It was a cool November day, and he was scheduled to take pictures near the noon hour. Now it was his turn, and he noticed a strange man with a strange machine that made a clicking noise and flashed a blinding light. The lady was instructed to take him up to the little platform where there was a backdrop and leave him alone.

At that instance, as the cameraman prepared to shoot, the Little One grabbed the coattail of the lady without her ever knowing, making sure he was holding on as tight as possible, knowing some strange phenomenon was about to happen. He never stopped holding on to that coattail, knowing with some urgent sense that this was the one to hold on to and knowing that the lady would embrace and expect nothing less. No one could understand the keen sense of knowledge and spirituality that this little stranger possessed, but they all knew it was there.

Mom-Millie

The little stranger was introduced to the lady's mother, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother. The Little One was really fascinated with the third generation mother Mom-Millie, who had long straight hair, very light complexion, and was aging at this point. The Little One recognized that Mom-Millie was special but needed help to make sure that nothing happened to her as now she was growing older and the movement of her body seemed to be on shaky ground. The Little One went to bed thinking of her and awakened with the same thoughts of protecting her.

When the Little One learned to talk, he would always say, Move back, Mom-Millie, before you fall off the porch.

One day, as the Little One was guarding her from the ragged rocks that made the backdoor steps of Sweet's house, he fell backward and split his head on a